Bishop Lamont - No Stoppin' Carson lyrics

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Bishop Lamont - No Stoppin' Carson lyrics

[Verse One] It's the A-Team b**h Since I signed on the dotted line e'rything switched Dividends, french women's opinions, eating habits Home and cell phone, a couple guns got added Click clack for your muhf**ers mad at it Blow out your 40 watt, a couple shots through your attic You heard the disses and gossip Hear me spit, no wonder n***as tried to stop it But can't prevent what God has sent, n***a the prophet And when I say profit I mean e'ry dime That's why I zoom through with something new every time These rappers must be f*gs cause I'm always on they mind But who's still signed to Dre? So I don't pay it no mind So fine n***a go ahead and hate B I'm gettin' so hot, f** it, I even hate me I guess life s**s for any rapper that ain't me [Hook] {X2} Yeah that's right homie I get it poppin' The CPT done hooked up with Carson D.A. on the map now the whole hood hoppin' Dre got my back so there ain't no stoppin' [Verse Two] See the automatic I can make magic Abracadabra, wallah you a cadaver Forget my gun, got a knife, I'll stab ya You want to fight, catch fade, I'll jab ya Avalon and Del Amo Screaming out Carson everywhere that I go Hang, do my thang where they bang, 1-9-0 In front of Del's Liquor with Columbo the wino I know Rappers think they can see me Not even if a medium with Ouija No way, the only way is if it's on TV All day, parlay, b**hes wanna please me f** beef, I'd rather f** b**hes f** gettin' even, I'm gettin' riches Cause success is the best revenge So gracias Dre, it's time to do it again [Hook] [Verse Three] ?? foes secretly admire And the number one reason most rappers gon' retire My rims so big you can barely see the tire Each bar a box of Red Hots, I spit that fire Hock a lugie, watch it eat through the concrete I'm the reason all them potholes is in the street Zip by with zip like a NASCAR Welcome to the jungle every hood's Madagascar Make a wrong turn, n***a better have a fast car I'm heavyweight, new champ thus far Y'all featherweight, too light, can't spar You write lowercase, rap sub par I was rappin' like that when I used to play Ra God I'm eons ahead of you peons Get off my dick before you get peed on I rep the team every player wanna be on [Hook]