Текст песни Disturbing Tha Peace f Infamous 20 (I-2 - Golden Grain
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I knooooooowwwww, I know I can`t be stooooopped![Verse 1]Yea, uh, Deala, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh...The definition of trillness, outta the SouthJust that real shit, not anotha nigga runnin` his mouthPay attention, I`ll explain why I can`t be stoppedAnd how I came to be the man on every neighborhood blockBronson, a young fly nigga straight out the slumsCandy paint on Monte Carlos in the decks where I`m fromRemember when I was first back from pullin` the first grabOr when the crack came I was the nigga with the first slamWho wants the `yours truly`, y`all cannot school mePut so much coke on the streets, Pepsi tried to sue meWearin` a throwback, I dropped faces and ? crackAnd if I can`t rap, the trap is where I`ll go backThis just one dimension, of a nigga spittinYou`re now welcomed to the dawnin of a new beginninI`m the quarterback of crack because it`s logicalDon`t want that yay, I`ll switch up the plate, call me the honorableDeala not yo average dick ridin` bitch niggaI`m more like a Benz 6 ridin` sick niggaYou know you the ??? darkskinned, heavily tatted??? spark ten, heavily gattedC`mon dawg, you can`t fuck with me, leave it aloneI got killaz on standby, breathe and it`s onIf this truly is a game then I`m the legend who wrote itAnd be careful cuz the bases ain`t the only thing loadedI knooooooowwwww, I know I can`t be stooooopped!(I can`t be stopped, I can`t be stopped!)[Verse 2]Chrome wheelz on the 600, nuthin` but woodI-Double, DTP, we ain`t nuthin` but hoodYou still tryina get a deal, but yo time`s runnin` outYou diarrhea in yo ass, the shit`s not comin` outOkay, you dropped a lil` album, still got no endsI made more in a month doin `Cris ad libsDo a background check on me, see how I liveDon`t let that Mac ground spit homey, think of yo kidsDown hea, we for real, not just wordz and a rapDeala bitch! The same love in the burbs or the trapI can bang witchu, slang witchu, ride when I need toDrop somethin`, cop somethin`, slide when I need toYou don`t know me and all the warz that I`ve foughtIn the club, fuck the bottle, whole bar gets boughtBronson! I`ma made man, you do the knowledgeAll you is just middle school, see me in collegePussy rimz are not legal, fuck a learnin` permitMe, I ride on grown men and the mirror`s the tintY`all niggaz not quiet Ludacris, nowhere near ShawnnaA mill ??? Fate, and Tity some otha dramaAnd Tit` needs to get the title let alone the respectOn every block I been on, not only the deckIt`s the same shit, different day, I`m stuck in my waysDTP, we run the streets until I`m stuck in the graveI knooooooowwwww, I know I can`t be stooooopped!(Repeat 4X)