It Don't Stop-Mac Dre/Da Unda Dog

歌手 : Mac Dre / Da Unda Dog

专辑 : The Musical Life of Mac Dre Vol 1 - The Strictly Business Years: 1989-1991

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:54

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TXT It Don't Stop-Mac Dre/Da Unda Dog 文本歌词

It Don't Stop - Mac Dre

Verse One: (Free Throw)

Well let me introduce myself

A young go getter mind locked on havin' wealth

Livin' wild with this thug style, I got these hoes

Tuggin' all on my Avirex clothes

A young brown Mafioso, I put my foot through the door

Infrared light smilin' title, desert eagle 4-4

Layin' Cubans on the floor,

I send my ghetto troopers to the mother load

To snatch a bottle of A-1 yo,

I'm hearin' rapid fire through the house

Eternal warfare with heavy weaponry

Me and my soldiers ain't scared,

You get a bullet to the head in trainin' if you don't aim for the head

So I know my young shooters left somebody dead around the corner

Plus got the yola out the trunk bendin' over

Its daytime I can't wait till it turns to night

Cause that's the time when ghetto stars come out and shine

Verse Two: (D-Milli)

Quicker than outlaws I draw on haters with glocks and techs

Buckin' at undercover agents dippin' off quick in the lex

That's my trigger finger f**k 'em lets bring the heat to the street

Gave him one to the head and there he dead eternally asleep

Deep in this cold world where there's no love, what the f**k should I do?

People be killin' they family for yola not trustin' in you

But now I'm teachin' you some ackrite

With forty-fives and flashlights

F**kin' around with thug niggas

And drug dealers

Manajetuahs and jaguars getting chopped in the drop

Killin' haters that act hard ni**a like it or not

Cause it's a hold up, your hands go up real slow

Should've told ya that I'm a soldier who kills hoes

Pullin' no mercy on these busters ain't no callin' the cops

And my nine is comin' to f**k you ni**a ballin' or not

Verse Three: (Dubee)

I'm off in this sh*t like Mr. Hanky, Janky, but when it gets stanky

Time to rape fiends, my niggas take G's, make G's, but it ain't free

Pimp niggas laced me when I was a baby, how to slang D

And stained me, a suck ya up ni**a lip locked but I can't speak

Now it's crazy, niggas be lazy, imbecilic, milli vanillic,

Can't speak on it but I feel it, I'm the villain stealin' scrillion

Convo be thrillin' your brain waves get to healin'

Just to reach out and touch you

Train of thought make a killin', soldiers willin',

So I do it for thug niggas and drug dealers through the snow and rain

Focused on fetti f**k how it came, steady remain

Paper over hoes, and stay on my toes

And air these niggas out like sandals,

Blow 'em out like candles

Handle my business and listen to my theezo

And in this thuggin' category I keep it sharp as a needle

Breathe on busters and bust the tech and make it go blah blah

Funkin' with cops and duckin' the law play boy it won't stop