Who Gon Stop Me (Dance Mix)

Kanye West, Jermaine Jackson, Corey Gibson, LP2012年7月6日

歌詞

 

Who Gon Stop Me (Dance Mix) - Kanye West/Jermaine Jackson/Corey Gibson/LP

Written by:Kanye West/Jermaine Jackson/Corey Gibson/Laura Pergolizzi

This is something like the holocaust

 

Millions of our people lost

 

Bow our heads and pray to the lord

 

Till I die I'mma f***in ball

 

Now who gon stop me

 

Who gon stop me huh

Who gon stop me

 

Who gon stop me huh

Black cards black cars black on black black broads

Whole lotta money in a black bag

Black strap you know what that's for

 

Who gon stop me huh

 

Who gon stop me huh

 

Who gon stop me

No brakes I need state farm

So many watches I need 8 arms

One neck but got 8 charms

Who gon stop me huh

Niggaas talkin they b**ch made

Ixnay off my dicksnay

That's pig latin itchbay

 

Who gon stop me huh

Last night ain't go so well

Got kicked up out the hotel

Got a little freaky like marvin albert

Yes tell howard cosell

You just a commentator if you getting paper

 

Everybody I know from the hood got common haters

 

In some relations you just supposed to say none

Heard she f***ed the doorman

Well that's cool I f***ed the waitress

Heard yeezy was racist well I guess that's on one basis

 

I only like green faces

 

This is something like the holocaust

 

Millions of our people lost

 

Bow our heads and pray to the lord

 

Till I die I'mma f***in ball

 

Now who gon stop me

 

Who gon stop me huh

Who gon stop me

 

Who gon stop me huh

Black cards black cars

Black on black black broads

Whole lotta money in a black bag

Black strap you know what that's for

Yall w**d purple my money purple

Yall steve urkel I'm oprah circle

I wrote the verse that I hope will hurt you

Who gone stop me huh

Beat the odds best the feds

It wouldn't be wise to bet against the kid

Start me broke I bet I get rich

Night shift 6 to 6

Gimmie one shot one pot

I'll show up in all white wearing no socks

No ceiling new coupe

They know I'm a d**e boy

They don't have no proof

I'm 3 steps removed I know how to move

It's looking like I don't know how to lose

I'm winning again I'm at the wynn

I'm at the table I'm gambling

Lucky lefty I expect a 7

I went through hell I'm expecting heaven I'm owed

 

I'm throwed and I stuck to the gcode

 

I'm here oh yeah I promise I ain't going nowhere

Ok here like a hare like a rabbit I like karats

I'm allergic to having bunny ears

Like broke like nope like ha

I ain't no joke I can't be stopped

Like nope like nope

 

To the beat noah

 

2 seats in the 911 no limit on the black card

Told yall I was gonna go ham to the ocean

Was my backyard

No lies in my verses please pardon all the curses

Sh*t gotta come some way f**k when you

Growing up worthless

Middle finger to my old life special

Shout out to my old head

If it wasn't for your advice a ni**a would

Have been so dead

I'm living life till these niggas kill me

Turn this up if these ni**as feel me

I'm riding dirty trying to get filthy

Pabalo picasso rothkos rilkes

Graduated to the moma

 

And I did all of this without a diploma

Graduated from the corner

Yall can play me

For a mother****in fool if you wanna

Street smart and I'm book smart

Could have been a chemist 'cause'el

Cook smart

 

Only thing that can stop me is me and I'mma

Stop when the hook start

Hold up

 

This is something like the golocaust

 

Millions of our people lost

 

Bow our heads and pray to the lord

 

Till I die I'mma f***in ball

Now who gon stop me

 

Who gon stop me huh

Who gon stop me

 

Who gon stop me huh

Black cards black cars

 

Black on black black broads

 

Whole lotta money in a black bag

 

Black strap you know what that's for

 

***歌詞來自第三方***