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The Lox lyrics Can't Stop, Won't Stop lyrics Come on, yeah [I'm comin] Come on, yeah [I'm comin] Come on, yeah [I'm comin] Come on, yeah [I'm comin] (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) Other The Lox lyrics: We Are The Streets lyrics If You Know lyrics Bring It On lyrics Ryde Or Die, Bitch lyrics You Told Me lyrics Scream L.O.X. lyrics Y'all Fucked Up Now lyrics Recognize lyrics Blood Pressure lyrics Wild Out lyrics Felony Niggas lyrics Breathe Easy lyrics Can I Live lyrics Fuck You lyrics The Interview (Pt. 2) lyrics Everybody Wanna Rat lyrics So Right lyrics All For The Love lyrics Bitches From Eastwick lyrics Not To Be Fucked With lyrics The Heist (Part 1) lyrics Goin' Be Some Shit lyrics I Wanna Thank You lyrics Let's Start Rap Over lyrics Get This $ lyrics Money, Power Respect lyrics If You Think I'm Jiggy lyrics Livin' The Life lyrics Yonkers Tale lyrics |