Music Video
FUNKY HOUSE MASHUP ★ 80s & 90s ★ YAZOO ★ WU-TANG CLAN ★ METHOD MAN ★ ODB ★ CREAM ★ DONT STOP NOW
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Various Artists
Performer
Wu-Tang Clan
Performer
Corey Woods
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Jason Hunter
Songwriter
C. Smith
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Don't stop, don't stop, can't stop
Don't stop, don't stop, can't stop
[Verse 2]
Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
[Verse 3]
Cash rules everything around me, I'm fresh out the slum
Rich bum **** now I live dumb
Talking 'bout that cream leanin' in the tower
Bees, the seven visas got condos in the jungle
The mind stays rich, but the pockets is well-filled
Let's violate this lil' area, get milk
Tellin' you man, you don't want no part of this fam
Get punched in the water like clams
KKK slices, they one of the nicest
Stainless steel, sharp swords, different ricing
Everybody eatin', everybody full
Just a young bull lighting a Phillie', still a willy
Ball on 'em in the Bentley with the wall on 'em
Yo, I sleep when I'm dead like the hood homies
Get it crackin' in the park on Park Hill, norcos
Smoke and let the bones turn to charcoal
Let's get richer, kid, signature Louis Rich
Won't stop until there's billions in this bitch
[Verse 4]
Don't stop, don't stop
Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
[Verse 5]
I grew up on the rhyme side, that gotta get mine side
That white girl, we mix it with quinine
You players try and ball from the sidelines
While I'm aging like fine wine
You internet thuggin' somebody timeline
Huh, between love and hate is a fine line
And these eventual line steppers can die trying
A New York islander, my cliques in white Giants
A pocket full of NY Knicks for my clients
Y'all ain't buying, stop crying and stop lying
Hanukah Matata, no Mufasa, I'm not lying
You try to spit on that hot iron, you're not iron
That irony 'cause that last shot, you shot by him
So let's start it with this, son, motivate 'em with this one
If you ain't got no haters, go get some
Is anybody greater, there is none
Assorted now and laters
My clan got too many flavors to pick from
[Verse 6]
Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
[Verse 7]
Duece high when I start my game
It's like you should see your lap dog
All you see is sparks and flames
I grab bags and I park my ways, the way I have 'em on lock
You would think they gave they heart to bae
Bet on us, baby, ain't no better odds to play
It's hard to fake, my real life is on display
Either love or hate, whatever part you play
I take the best of both worlds like R and Jay
Own boss, no third party
Produce more murder than Irv Gotti
Like I'm working on my third body
Deck, kill it quick, twenty four seven bedrest, that's how ill it get
Can't stop if I mash the brakes
Got the cash it takes, I might flash my face
Half an eight got me floating like I'm trapped in space
Not safe for your workplace, a basket case
[Verse 8]
Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
Getting this guap, fat money, not hammer cocked, curry hot
Cook a fool, hit the block, no shorts, bring it back
Flipping this, stack that, free it up, weigh it up
[Verse 9]
Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
Getting this guap, fat money, not hammer cocked, curry hot
Cook a fool, hit the block, no shorts, bring it back
Flipping this, stack that, free it up, weigh it up
[Verse 10]
Quest to success with my mind on my money
Came a new rhyme saying Wu Tang is the best music
Yeah, peace to Khaled
[Verse 11]
Don't stop, don't stop, can't stop
Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
Written by: C. Smith, Corey Woods, Jason Hunter, Robert Diggs
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