[Verse 1: Seagram] Click, click, boom On your mothafuckin' ass, punk It's that nigga named Seag bringin' funk Straight from the O to the A to the K to the L to the A to N to the D (Bitch!) S.N.V. is a hood that I stroll through Talkin' that punk shit, nigga, I done told you You can't fuck with a real loc gee You niggas don't know me And fuck your dead homie And I can give a fuck about the shit that you stress I'm handlin' more mail than UPS So you can jump up And pump up your mothafuckin' Reeboks I can't be faded not even with some Clorex I'm funky like sweat socks Funky like stink Cock a hundred dee on that deal block When you see me in the Benz Jealous niggas dont be talkin' I ain't sidin' on you, tricks I'm just flossin' So be aware of the late nite stranger With 49 in the clip and one in the chamber [Verse2: Gangsta P] Mothafuckas want the rocks? Well, I got'em Steppin' on the block And never leave home without'em Slangin' on the mothafuckin' Seminary street Now I'm known to be a gee cause a nigga's 23 Step broke and get broke off some proper My lil homie Ken Pulled a trigga of a Chopper, nigga Lets get ghost in the bucket Cock the steel, fuck the police Cause niggas is real Comin' from the mothafuckin' sixties Known to pull a trigga Till the clip's on empty Stranded in the jungles of the East Oaktown Come through but i still slang my cola bro Ice creams, so won't you come and get it? Niggas try to jack get sprayed and be finished Lil Gangsta P, S.N.V Till I die, layin' dead six feet deep [Verse 3: Seagram] 4-deep in a bucket Rollin' with some convicts, East Side lunatics Doin' shit, stack some dough, slap a hoe Or jack a foe with my MAC-1-0 Straight from Oakland Cali Slangin' birds in the alley High performances on rallies Fuck the police precinct And a kitchen sink They try to make us stink I got killa instinct They got me heated So they gettin' treated With this medication AK's sprayin' with no hesitation Ain't no love for them mothafuckin' rednecks Cause in the ghetto shootin' cops is a re-flex As we swing low in the Cheriot Shoot the cop, take the gat, then bury it Caught up in the ways of the East Side Ain't no peace ride, the decease ride
Read the complete lyrics to "It Don’t Stop" by Seagram from the album "Reality Check" in 1994. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under G-Funk, Rap.
"It Don’t Stop" is performed by Seagram. from the album "Reality Check" in 1994 This page provides the full lyric text for fans who want to sing along, study the songwriting, or compare versions across releases. Lyrks organizes lyrics by artist and song slug so you can bookmark and share a stable URL.
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"It Don’t Stop" appears on "Reality Check" in 1994.
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