Can't Stop, Won't Stop Lyrics - Madball

Come on, yeah 

[I'm comin] 

Come on, yeah 

[I'm comin] 

Come on, yeah 

[I'm comin] 

Come on, yeah 

[I'm comin] 

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(2x)Stlyes: Can't stop, won't stop 

Everything drop like panties, hot like Miami 

Move like little black kid stealing candy 

Barely seen, honnies call me barely cream 

Real generals never fail eighteen 

Would you believe, I know what's up your sleeve 

If you said in your last time, (?)And thought he saw the devil, Jay kissed his feet 

You think not, as if 

Sheek won't bring it to you, give you asthmas 

Is he rockin cashmiere? Y'all know we don't pass there 

Matter fact, I scoped out there last year 

Hit him on the head said there ain't no cash there 

Stay home, Styles about to hit Tony Rhomes 

Puff out his own with this chick from Rome(?), funny how I'm greedy, used to be needy 

But now the Sean-Don keep the (?)Chorus-Puff Daddy: Too many people worried about what we got 

Everything we drop will be hot 

Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don't stop 

Can't stop, won't stop(2x)Sheek: Hey, yo it's crazy we here now every chick want my baby 

My career clear while your shit look hazy 

Bang with us? I don't think so, we platinum plus 

With no airplay so ain't shit for us to discuss 

But when we hit, you can't understand how we did it 

At home praticin tryin to learn how we spit it 

Fourty-eight hours of old tea like Nick Nolte 

Young but O-G's at this rap shit nigga please 

One hit for all of us to start eatin And wild stack on three weeks on bowell leather beats 

Our parents are sharp like cactuses 

And you can tell by chips, we sleep on matresses 

Dimes flooded out in the hidous 

Shit you see in magazines, cut out we freak them hoes 

Drop them clothes, double expose you in the lens 

Now relax as we videotape you in the bed(Chorus 2x)Jay: If we talk about dollars, only thing I turn down is my collar 

Pull out turn them around, if he reach make him holler 

Who runnin the town? The Goodfellas 

Puff is the godfather, dog, so why bother? With the third-person, you might catch me surfin 

Money I be jerkin, my newborn be burpin 

Can't stop, won't stop, I want respect 

And I only bum heads with checks 

In the suite with this honey from Bangladesh 

Pop a snapple, I (?) lay on my chest 

All I had to do was get it there, she doin the rest 

Take a L to the head, then we listen to flex 

Yes, the black hood, and I mack good 

With hydro and chocolate mixed in backwood 

Ask yourself, do you rap good or act good? Baby we ain't gon' stop, but you should(Chorus) 

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