Don't Stop (Explicit)

First off we the mutha f**kin' thug lords

Now for all you n***as bangin' that mutha f**kin' west coast like n***a

You know what I'm sayin and fa sho no lie

29th street crip gang n***a c bo holdin' nothin' back

Yukmouth spice 1 and we do it live for the world it's still f**k off

You know what and we in that you know what I'm sayin

And this how we handle business n***a

From the early 80's to these 2 g's boy

Huh we blaze em up with ak's double my clip and we dip

Set trip and get hit flip crip or get zipped

Run with the crips catch me clumsy in the 6

6 rag invertable slide divertible murder ya

Dead and gone never heard of ya

Now we stuffin' lead in the chrome bout to hurt ya

Pack ya down in the earth we put work in like mad dirt

Ordainers twistin' like the revolver or the earth

F**k church it's a must I burst and curse

Yeah I'm a west coast bad boy but a thousand times worst

Dime piece gun in her purse one in her skirt

Cross me bet ya life that my b***h burst

Got me lockin' down the world for the north pole

Too cold to hold lyrics froze my wrist and my h*es

Number one thug lord f**k wit us

I won't lie the whole world gonna rush wit us tell em

Thug lord n***as boss up and don't stop

Thugged out n***as boss up and don't stop

Thug lord n***as boss up and don't stop

Thugged out n***as boss up and don't stop

Blow blada baba bo blada baba bang bang

Spice yuk and bo we do the d**n thang

Blow blada baba bo blada baba bang bang

Thug lord n***as we do the d**n thang

N***a you listenin' to the b o s s I l I n I

Yukmouth and c bo you know they label us born to die

But I pistol slap you and two n***as like 3 stooges

Walk over to the bar and sip on gin and juice

It's just the gangster in me the thug in me

Mug in me and get yo fro pushed back like homie

You lil' clown a*s n***a walkin' in bozo shoes

While my n***as out here doin hits makin' the news

What you think you gon' dodge these bullets like matrix

Like a condom I even lay teck on a b***h

Now that's some cold s**t a low lick a cold hit

Leave a n***a at a funeral cryin' with no b***h

Some thug lord s**t n***a shoot up ya coffin

N***as cross game get murdered by bosses

Cost's yo mutha f**kin' life when you play with the rules

They got a n uh n***a still singin' the blues

B***h next up to bat yukmouth destroy the earth with rap

Imagine pain worse than that my n***as coppin' birds of crack

Servin' track cock back and burst the gat

I want my turf back I hurt that work that twerk that

Rolex speed spot like joe pesci

Ak ready we deadly b***h

I'm like hannibal rector eat mc's for breakfast

I'm the hardest artist to sign to a label in texas

Yes it's that n***a with the platinum grill full of princesses

Invisible set straight up herbal molescents

In less than 60 seconds I kill em leavin' em breathless

Don't f**k with bread run outta' state bit records

With chin checkers in benz stretches who win cheddar

When fakers scramble liquid hands on n***as with vendettas

I'm like 10 fraredders bustin' off at the same time

Payed rhymes I kick s**t off when it's game time

Blow blow blididat blididat

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Blada baba bo blada baba bang bang

Thug lord n***as we do the d**n thang

Blow blada baba bo blada baba bang bang

Spice yuk and bo we do the d**n thang

I'm hittin' n***as so hard with these you would need jesus

Believe these is yo last days I can see you cleavage

That's why I'm f**kin' you with the 9 millimeter

And I feed a n***a with the heater he was a long bleeder

And he taste good with fajitas heat em up now eat

Member me n***a that be eatin' raw meat

With tiger claw feet so it's easy to creep

You leave me no reason but to leave n***as bleedin'

Receive grievance with extra season of the sicc

I pick em off like brock marion

He kept starin so I took care of him shot him up with h****n

Like malt liquor to the liver hitter to the river wit ya

Dip ya down deep down deep

Where pirahna heat they eat they meat

Heat up they seats they seats with metal from the southside ghetto

I swear I'll make why'all mutha f**kas yellow

Tired of diggin' ditches like the goodfellows

Not good with mellow I keep the meat

Keep it hangin' in the closet like pig feet

Delete come with the

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