Don't Stop Lyrics - Kanye West

Explain yourself, how you sound like me? 

The muthaf-cking skateboard P 

Knowing that your mee lo 

Playing games like you're cee-lo 

In a tight situation like speedo's 

You can have it your way like Carlito 

My n-gga will be happy to give you torpedos 

And have you car twisted like a blunt 

For you faggot a-s n-ggas that like to front 

I'm on some BBC bape sh-t 

I'm on some cake sh-t 

In the kitchen with the heat making beats in my apron 

You hating and you want to erase it 

Close your eyes when you know you can't take it 

My flow interupts your homeostasis 

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I Rolls Royce it on a regular basis 

You talk street sh-t it sound like sweet sh-t 

Straight liquorice you n-ggas sound ticklish 

80k large for the Hermes dream 

Coke n crop in all your magazines 

Hunger strike yourself, look like Celine 

Dion, me and my n-ggas like frion 

You b-tches on my pecan b-tch 

She got an a-s you can eat on 

Try to play tough like the leather on a Vuitton 

I hit it til I could seat on 

Try to get her freak on 

Ask me to R Kelly ya and get pee'd on 

I said it aint me maam 

That 8 behind me still got the burner 

Yes the enzo is stilll black like Sojourner 

Truth, I mighta just loosened a tooth 

Photos 

Spittin' what I did in the booth 

I'm out, pooof! 

Carrera, raised in a teenage mutant ninja turtle era 

Waanna bear n tell the truth, I dare ya 

Ya lie, so eat these whole bottle of these jalapeno peppers 

For terror made in america too live 

F-ck the property or give me my props properly 

High off life this high technology, DeVry 

I rep Muhammad Ali more like rapology 

My policy's not to be dishonestly deprived 

So gimme that, gimme that, keep going 

Where my city at, I'm like steak and fries but never die 

They wanna Ghostface wanna be me 

But they will post haste follow me into the after life 

That means you going right after I've 

But I'm the hero sort of like Jack Sparrow 

So some way some how I have survived 

Who is he that we see coming over the tides 

In a speed boat, boat load of pride 

Full of rum, dress shirted and mastermind tie 

He what happens when rappping and fashion collide 

So OMG is the "C" from the C-R-S LOL'ing at you haters 

Yes, MR West turn that new child rebel 

Loud as a badass child level 

Who need a we through with a tyrannosaurus 

Tyrone it's been a year with no phone 

Could you explain how high is your zone 

We'll take the plane rub his nose in cocaine 

There's hoes in magazines you lame sayin you lame 

And for the hate in advance, pull down your pants 

Make 'em kiss both cheeks like we living in France 

Diamonds blue, business manager's Jewish 

And if I get sued my lawyers Jews 

Some girls do, grab the cojones 

Say you got enough diamonds to at least Sierra Loan-us 

Brand new ferrari's I gotta make the donuts 

C-R-S is like a hip hop Chris's bonus 

N-ggas is hating on the internet I couldn't tell 

I was too busy rapping GOOD as hell 

I was too busy flying, parasail! 

Tell collect to get the new sh-t that Paris sell 

Tarantino, Da Vinche, gettin' Benji's, get half off Fendi 

Half of that's to Cindy's 

Hoped out the spaceship on my Mork and Mindy 

Popped too many corks to let you dork's offend me 

Props in New York but Chi town's the city 

Get my city hoochie's Gucci, Monica Bellucci's 

Are those the real millionnaires or the bendi's? 

I'm so ultra I'm even over Oprah 

But let me check your account, haha no sir 

Don't stop, don't stop...