Young Guns - Can't Stop Won't Stop (DJ remix) 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 d**h, 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 n***a let's go and get left yo Mami feelin my begets so my whole neck glow Say I'm young but I can s** though Now could it be I'm the one ladies check fo' Yes hoe, got grown women my momma age, f**k me all kinda ways s** and swallow everything, way before them rhyming days Naw it ain't bout the age, it's all in da stroke b**hes 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 pa** soon when we see 'em we pa** 'em Yep, I know they hate 'cause we seein that cash And seein right pa** '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 n***a 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 b**h (Yeah) Then take a step over the sh** we left over Now I gotta and tell, my n***as what happen n***as 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 sh** State Property poppin anyone of you ba*tards (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 j**els 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, f**k wit me, f**k 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 motherf**kers know you just as fast on the draw (Fo' show) Let 'em know you need some cash for the drawls (Wooo) Keep the sh** between us, so they be blast on the saw (Chorus x2)