Ya Don’t Stop lyrics

[Hook]
You don't stop, you keep on!

[Verse 1: JuJu]
It's the Junkyard n*gga, kid, you know what I'm about
Puffing on a fat one, guzzling a Guinness Stout
Boning b*tches on a regular
My game is lethal, that's my word, I'm telling ya
Living foul like a motherf*cker
That's the way it's been ever since I was a shorty, sucker
So don't even try to flex
I'll put a round in your chest and leave you in a f*cking mess
n*ggas know my style, they be playing
If I have to catch a body I will, know what I'm saying?
n*ggas from Corona don't be having it
You put your face in my grill I'll be stabbing it
You f*ck around and catch a bad one
I'll kill you like a six-pack and put you in a bag, son
And I still ain't fronting
Fully loaded Tec, chump, ready to go hunting

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Psycho Les]
I come equipped with sh*t that's f*cking wicked
Damn, n*ggas can't f*ck with the program
I take a stand and look down the clip
Take a swig and spark up the spliff (boom!)
n*ggas know the time with the Beatnuts funk
John Wayne got smoked when I popped the trunk
Punk, I told you once and I won't tell you twice
I smoke the blunts and we won't pay the price
For pus*y or any f*cking mass
But the raw dog style in your girl's ass
(Ho, ooh!) I think I just came
Stud's break didn't work, I guess it's all in your brain
sh*t smells like demon spirit
Learn from Exorcist, punk, you can't come near it
So fear it or you'll go out like the priest
Don't you know, man I'm the wicked n*gga from the East Coast
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fashion]
Ooh child, motherf*ckers down with the licks
Oh sh*t, I'm hitting n*ggas sick with my tricks
So throw up styles that blow up whiles I go
On with the flow, better act like you know
But I won't take no prisoners, got sh*t for his-n-hers
f*cks up you all when the nuts have a ball
Cause we don't play, blast brains with the smoker
Get f*cked up when we toke with the joker
And, never let me see you crying
Heads start to flying, it's time for the dying
And I'mma get real deep, fall into a sleep
Knock a freak in my sheets, man, f*ck counting sheep
And come on, step on up and meet my Tec
Either fill you full of wholes, or wring your f*cking neck
Cause I'mma let off and blast a shot in your eye
Make way motherf*cks, it's the real superfly