Young Gunz Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Can't Stop Won't Stop Lyrics

[Intro - Young Chris + (Neef)]

 Six figure, woo

 Uh, Youngunaz (Youngunaz) Chris and Neef (That's right)

 Jeah, uh, this official State P. representers

 Jeah, woo, woo, ahh

 

 [Chorus - Young Chris]

 Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records

 'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby

 The girls, the girls, they love us

 Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less

 

 [Verse 1 - Young Chris]

 They don't make us so break us, when they make-up to break up (No)

 See the Jacob, fix they lil' make up (Uh)

 That's them Youngunaz Chris and Lil' Neefy

 Wishin they was the one what Chris got Lil' Kee Kee (That's right)

 Home base Sham Coo back dere (Uh huh)

 Keep ya mouth shut, we might do that dere

 Yep, it's only right, that the whole block stares

 Hop out the Bimp, with blue and white airs

 When I say move nigga let's go and get left yo

 Mami feelin my begets so my whole neck glow

 Say I'm young but I can sex though

 Now could it be I'm the one ladies check fo'

 Yes hoe, got grown women my momma age, fuck me all kinda ways

 Suck and swallow everything, way before them rhyming days

 Naw it ain't bout the age, it's all in da stroke

 Bitches thought I was a joke, 'til they got my jammies, HEY!

 

 [Chorus x2]

 

 [Verse 2 - Neef + (Young Chris)]

 Yep, it's only right we don't feed 'em no cash

 We ain't flea 'em and pass soon when we see 'em we pass 'em

 Yep, I know they hate 'cause we seein that cash

 And seein right pass 'em, and I don't wanna access 'em

 No, no, don't make me the bad one

 Then negotiate, when the man wit the badge come

 You know the rules, when a nigga was yappin

 Ain't no rappin, when we see 'em we clappin

 Plastic bag 'em, then we findin a ditch (Yeah)

 Toss the magnum, then we findin his bitch (Yeah)

 Then take a step over the shit we left over

 Now I gotta and tell, my niggaz what happen

 Niggaz better believe, we the youngest in charge (Yeah)

 Ain't takin a deal man, I run wit a charge (Yeah)

 Chris and Neef, we runnin this rap shit

 State Property poppin anyone of you bastards

 

 [Chorus x2]

 

 [Verse 3 - Young Chris]

 They see the Younguna, all the girlie, girlies

 Wanna see the Younguna once they see the Rocawear (Wear)

 Little bit of jewels plus I treat 'em like I care (Care)

 Safe home base I just treat 'em like a spare (Yeah)

 You know I stay wit a beautiful little thing

 And after me, it's Neef abusin that little thing, look (together)

 You better tuck your girl, if she hot fam' (together)

 'Cause I'm pretty sure, she a rock fan

 Mami do you want, us or him

 Ain't no "I" in a team, fuck wit me, fuck wit them

 Get the ride for my dogs, that's the game baby girl

 Ain't no shame keep it clean, keep a eye on my dogs (You know)

 Never brag, never blab what you saw

 Let them motherfuckers know you just as fast on the draw (Fo' show)

 Let 'em know you need some cash for the drawls (Wooo)

 Keep the shit between us, so they be blast on the saw

 

 [Chorus x2]