Beanie Sigel - Don't Stop Lyrics
[Chorus - Snoop Dogg]Ma! I think it's safe to sayYou ain't seen a playa lay this wayOr playa game this wayWit a attitude, like - and ya don't stopAficionado, so fashionableWit a confident swagger, internationalGame so tight the girls had to goAnd you don't stop![Verse - Beanie Sigel]Hah! sicka than your averageMoney too long can't stash itIn the closet or the mattressPaper, stretch like elasticChecks from advances, the bank can't cash itSo the price for that, never ask itJust sign my name or pop plasticHating ass cops wanna harrass emSearching for a glock in the pocket of his fashion*****es wit SP stitches on they assesAnd they left breast (yes!)Let's get dressed and toast to the occasionCops couldn't page em, flow so amazing, hot like cajunYou *****ing wit the champPop corks on champ' like I just took the chipNigga took the stand when he coulda took the 5thYeah eat a dick wit AIDs on the tip, keep my name off ya lipsNot guilty![Chorus][Verse - Beanie Sigel]I said I'm sicka than your averageKeep three shooters like the MavericksShort to the point like Nash is, *****ing wit a savageNiggaz press they luck, get bucked like ashesThree piece suits, linen fabricsThree quarter croc, sharper than a pastorB Sig bring the light to the massesOf these rap bastards, who gives street passesOne shooting can lead to three casketsJump suits, state boots, at least three stabbingsYou softer than a Reebok ClassicFolding under pressure when confronted by them badgesI was taught stay low and keep blastingPo only know questions that was answeredKeep a number on the high price lawyerIt's five ways now days, everybody saw ya[Chorus][Bridge - repeat 2x][SD] Now let's toast to the man, that when he get outThat he gon do them thangs that he rap aboutA true playa Pha-real [Pharrell][BS] Haters stay out my faceAnd know that thing still by my waist[Verse - Beanie Sigel]Once again I'm sicker then 'em allNiggaz see C's start shitting in they drawersWhen I kick in the door, stop the blood clot cryingWipe the piss off the floorThe ape is back, my gate is crackedMy jumpsuit and my cuffs is offYeah I'm back on them bricksRaise your cups and raise your glassAnd let's toast to the boy B Mack, yeah I'm back in the mix![Chorus]
