Beatnuts - Ya Don't Stop LyricsYou don't stop, you keep on(X3) Fashion- Hey it's the junkyard nigga, kid, you know what I'm about Puffin' on a fat one, guzzlin' a Guinness Stout Bonin' *****ES on a regular, word up, my game is lethal That's my word, I'm tellin ya Livin' foul like a mother*****a, that's the way it's been Ever since I was a shorty, sucker So don't even try to flex, I'll put a round in your chest And leave you in a *****in' mess Niggas know my style they be playin', if I have to catch a body I will, know what I'm sayin'? Niggas from Corona don't be havin' it, you put your face in my grill I'll be stabbin' it You ***** around and catch a bad one, I'll kill you like a 6pack And put you in a bag, son And I still ain't frontin', fully loaded keg shells Ready to go huntin' You don't stop, you keep on(X2) Many MC's that defeated me, please wave your arm You don't stop, you keep on(X2) Many MC's that defeated me, please wave your arm Psycho Les- I come equipped with shit that's *****en wicked, damn Niggers cant ***** with the program I take a stand and look down the clip I take a swig and then spark up the spliff(boom) Niggas know the time with The Beatnuts funk John Wayne got smoked when I popped the trunk, punk I told you once and I won't tell you twice, I smoke the blunts And we won't pay the price For ***** or any *****in' mass , plus I'm raw dogstyle In your girls ass, ho, OOH! I think I just came Stud's break didn't work, I guess it's all in your brain Shit smells like demon spirit, herb that funk like this Punk, you can't come near it, so fear it Or you'll go out like the priest Don't you know that I'm the wicked nigga from the East,Coast You don't stop, you keep on(X2) Many MC's have disappeared, please wave your arm (A third of the trio in the house) You don't stop, you keep on(X2) Many MC's have disappeared, please wave your arm Fashion- Ooh child, mother*****as bound with the licks Oh shit', I'm hittin' niggas sick with my tricks So throw up styles that blow up whiles I go On with the flow, better act like you know, hey But I won't take no prisoners, got shit for his-n'-hers *****s up you all, when the nuts have a ball Cause we don't play, blast brains with the smoker Get *****ed up when we toke with the joker And, never let me see you cryin' heads start to fly And it's time for their dyin' And I'ma get real deep, fall into a sleep Knock a freak in my sheets, man, ***** countin' sheep And come on, step on up and meet my Tek Either fill you full of wholes, or ring your *****in' neck 'Cause I'ma let off and bust a shot in your eye Make way mother*****s, it's the real superfly! Yeah, yeah, yo,yo,yo, HO Where the ***** is my liquor? YOU, *****!