It Don't Stop Lyrics - All Day Everyday - South Central Cartel

[ VERSE 1: Prode'je ] 

The see-a-are-t-e-l's been here for ages 

And ain't not one of them trick-ass radio stations played us 

But that didn't fade us because we still gettin it on 

I put the heat up under my seat and I'm gone 

Bumpin the tape as I let the sun hit my Daytons 

Fuck your ratings cause this gangsta shit make ends 

I begins hittin them corners on the block 

Servin the B.G.'s the double up on the rock 

I shake the spot because my face comes with fame 

And it's a shame the way them rats scream my name 

And I'm fashionable, I'm hittin corners international 

14 ( ? ) 

I'm on my phone to see if Rhime Son's at home 

(I'm in the back polishin my chrome) 

I be there in a minute so we can hit the zones 

To let the U.S.C. know it's still on, it's on 

[ CHORUS: L.V. ] 

Gees still on the move 

Westside and Eastside finna act a fool 

You know it's all to the gees 

Hittin switches with the S.C.C. 

Radio don't give us props 

It don't stop till the gangsta drop 

So we gotta do it for the streets 

And all the gees bumpin gangsta beats 

[ VERSE 2: Havikk the Rhime Son ] 

85 Cutlass on the creep from block to block on ( ? ) deep dish 

Killin the radio, I'm turnin it off, I'm bumpin that Bushwick 

I gets my skate on, I'm flossin through the neighborhood 

It's Mr. Rhime Son to the good 

[ ] as I swerve to the curb in the seat 

Gone off that herb and the word is I'm a gee 

As we ( ? ) another block I lets the trunk vibrate 

18's droppin them bombs like Kuwait 

I put it on the Richter as the 9.2, puttin the heater in my lap 

Craps - yo, what they hittin fo'? Snap 

Daps is what I give to Big Prod 

Cartel Gang is finna hoo-bang when we ride 

Check the rear-view cause you know bustas, them muthafuckas 

Are sneaky as hell might as well 

Dip with the clip tucked, snug for the funk 

be -l-you-n-t, let the system thump 

And it's like that 

[ CHORUS ] 

[ VERSE 3: Havikk ] 

How many of you busters... 

Are thinkin about servin us? Proceed with caution 

Pin him in a turnin lane before he bend Slauson 

The 85 Cutlass cuffed on d's, at ease... 

Up off my nut sacks, like I said ain't no get back 

Trump tight as we slide on 

In a Cut and Young Prod, time to get your ride on 

(Locsters) Cartel ridin Rolls in the '96, unfadable 

Cause we don't need no damn radio 

[ Prode'je ] 

Prod and Rhime Son on triple gold d's 

Checkin out the frequencies 

In a hour they ain't played the S.C.C. 

But I'm a gee regardless how many marks gon' ride 

On the S.C.G.'s from the Evil Side, Big Prod 

(And I, Mr. Rhime Son comin with the nine gun) 

In the cut slugs get bucked, so what the fuck 

Is really goin down, it ain't no changing faces 

The man in the mirror is a gangster 

Fo' life 

[ CHORUS ]