- The Beatnuts ya don't stop 歌詞
- The Beatnuts
- Ya don't stop, you keep on
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Hey, it's the junkyard ********* **, kid, you know what I'm about
Puffin' on a fat one, guzzlin' a Guinness Stout
Bonin' ******* on a regular, word up, my game is lethal
That's my word, I'm tellin' ya
Livin' foul like a mother***********a, that's the way it's been
Ever since I was a shorty, sucker
So don't even try to flex, I'll put a round in your chest
And leave you in a ******' mess
********* **s know my style they be playin', if I have to catch a body
I will, know what I'm sayin'?
***********s from Corona don 't be havin' it, you put your face in my grill
I'll be stabbin' it
You *********** around and catch a bad one, I'll kill you like a 6pack
And put you in a bag, son
And I still ain't frontin', fully loaded keg shells
Ready to go huntin'
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Many MC's that defeated me, please wave your arm
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Many MC's that defeated me, please wave your arm
I come equipped with ***********t that's ***********en wicked, damn
Niggers can't *********** with the program
I take a stand and look down the clip
I take a swig and then spark up the spliff
(Boom)
***********s know the time with The Beatnuts funk
John Wayne got smoked when I popped the trunk, punk
I told you once and I won't tell you twice, I smoke the blunts
And we won't pay the price
For *********** or any ******' mass , plus I'm raw dogstyle
In your girls ass, ho, ooh, I think I just came
Stud's break didn't work, I guess it's all in your brain
***********t smells like demon spirit, herb that funk like this
Punk, you can't come near it, so fear it
Or you'll go out like the priest
Don't you know that I'm the wicked *** ********
From the East coast
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Many MC's have disappeared, please wave your arm
(A third of the trio in the house)
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Ya don't stop, you keep on
Many MC's have disappeared, please wave your arm
Ooh child, mother***********as bound with the licks
Oh ***********t', I'm hittin' **** *******s sick with my tricks
So throw up styles that blow up whiles I go
On with the flow, better act like you know, hey
But I won't take no prisoners, got ***********t for his-n'-hers
******* up you all, when the nuts have a ball
'Cause we don' t play, blast brains with the smoker
Get ****** up when we toke with the joker
And, never let me see you cryin' heads start to fly
And it's time for their dyin '
And I'ma get real deep, fall into a sleep
Knock a freak in my sheets, man, *********** countin' sheep
And come on, step on up and meet my Tek
Either fill you full of wholes, or ring your ******' neck
'Cause I'ma let off and bust a shot in your eye
Make way mother *******, it's the real superfly
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo, ho
Where the *********** is my liquor?
You ***********
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