, now we don't stop Don't Stop Ride it out, now we don't stop Youuu, you, you Don't stop, don't stop Youuu, you Don't stop, don't stop Youuu Youuu
me, I don't know Word up, you been patient [Diddy] Talk to 'em, talk to 'em [Verse 1: G-Dep and (P. Diddy)] See the thing about Dep (Yeah), I talk about
gon be a bling bling Nigga I'ma have to talk on my walkie talkie, when my Nextel ring ring And if I don't wanna talk, nigga I ain't gon even answer the
of funk Get gone, beat your feet kick rocks Baby you know how it go, cause we pack big glocks Hard knocks don't stop, won't stop And won't squit baby
ride straight by the bus stop every girl wanna be in your spot damn it's a good day [Hook1:] And I go to park and I stop put the breaks on shhh just don't talk
oh oh oh all night Girl I want To lick you up and then down Come on and let me do What I can do baby Come on And tell me what you need girl Cause
where the Benz at Let's be... [Guilty Simpson:] ... out ridin high Girls stop when they see the clique ridin by, on jock They ain't invited unless they
dick stay half-baked so b...h you know what I wrote I have...and I don't wanna talk to no Sampson I wanna...but don't let me stop you from dancin now
don't think I wanna stop now Z feenin' like a criminal on lockdown So let's get a way the ghetto way You gettin' hot baby, please don't melt away I got
] Hot and wet Girl u make me wanna sweat When u touch me like that Girl you know I wanna give it to you [Verse 3] Baby now it's getting late Don't stop
that ain't cool Yes I don't understand baby yeah {1} - Baby it's a shame we gotta go through this We can't even talk Girl we don't even kiss I never
in ya vision, you don't know who ya dissin' I don't learning no lesson I just hold my position I don't go with a pistol they just know I'm official
get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get it) (get it) (get it girl) etc. (Don't stop) [Mr. Mixx cuts in] (Grab hold of this, baby) (Oh no, I can't do that
like the Chinaman You ain't been fucked 'cause your pussy's froze Many are called but few are chose Bust them guts like it ain't no thing So bitch stop
Want some? Come and get it On your marks, get set, blah! That's coming with it They won't stop, they'll get it, you don't get it It don't stop, still
make your hoe stop and stare, do ya dare? Niggaz think they cops, 'cause they handcuffin' hoes The ones with the pretty toes And if she wit it - don't stop
at cha You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha) Iiiiiiiii ain't
don't recognize me when I'm talkin. [2:] Where I know you from? Where I know you from? [G:] You just know me, baby. [2:] Where? Talk up I can't barely
