You Don’t Stop lyrics

Yeah
It don't stop
It don’t stop
It don’t stop
It don’t stop
Yo, yo
Uh

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
International connection
Federal investigation
Gate agent do excess inspections
[?] protection, profile selected
I’m in terminal B that’s [?] from concourse C
Fine broad waiting on me
I met her at the sushi bar
She said her name was Lucy Star
Passport said “Susie Wa”
She’s a con and a bushee broad
A high class groupie from movie stars
Her fine ass had Gucci on
In and out of diners downtown in China
Nightclubs with rice cups with bikers and designers
But back to my flight, more in sight
That night, they checked me twice, for drugs
It made me a bomb device
Damn, my broad was fine, we ordered some wine, before boarding time
We got on the plane in a high frame of mind
That’s when I told her I came from the stars, the Planet of the Gods
The king of the laws, a ruler from beyond
She said she believes me
Took off her cap and saw a beanie
Took off my jacket, I was dressed like a genie like I stepped out of BC
I got off the plane ‘cause my mind is already on a high mental plane
I turned into a ball of flame into the hall of fame
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
So many mountains to climb, I drink a fountain of wine and paint a scripture
My soul’s of a Rick James listener
My selection was hella blessing, Allah
Gave it to me in the proper perfection, I’m glowing extra
Ride with the riders from Haiti or lamping in Bermuda
[?] jewels on, baby, shoes are 680
Baby bought ‘em, I’ma share my fortunes with
There go reporters, had to floor the CL on ‘em
Now my diva says, “Eureka!”
Fresh Fila sneaker
Long Gabbana trench, rolling the reefer
Gotta make ‘em respect you, baby
380 tuck in the butt, shoe game is like a thousand, it’s crazy
Got your own killers, you know when you come home, it’s on, n*gga
Throw you the Ruger, the [?] and the shooter
Yo, you look buddah, [?] my mouth dry
When I’m not in New York, to keep it real, you know I’m in the South fly

[Verse 3: Killah Priest]
Or the West Coast, Podesto, the best quotes
Let’s toast over thresholds, the flesh spoke
The rest roast in hellfire, nail-biter
When the spell writer close the L lighters
Poetry perfect, the Pathfinder, math enlightener
Palmreaders, don divas
The wrong teachers
The thong eaters and the psalm seekers
Along heaters, Jesus jewelry
Dashikis and kufis
[?], I might catch a movie
Abyssinians, hard rap millenniums
Black Indians, wolf hats, Arcadians
Blogs on the god
Sun, moon and stars
Tarot cards in the Travelodge
A mystic into my lyrics unravel the bars