Don't Stop - C-bo & Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

feat. Spice 1, Yukmouth 

[Talking - C-Bo] 

First off we the mutha fuckin Thug Lords 

Now for all you niggas bangin, that mutha fuckin West Coast like nigga? 

YouknowhatI'msayin? And fa sho no lie 

29th Street Crip Gang nigga, C-Bo holdin nothin back 

Yukmouth, Spice 1 and we do it live, for the world it's still fuck off 

You know what and we in that you knowhatI'msayin? 

And this how we handle business, nigga 

From the early 80's to these 2 G's, boy 

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[C-Bo] 

Huh, We blaze em up with AK's, double my clip and we dip 

Set trip and get hit, flip Crip or get zipped 

Run with the Crips, catch me clumsy in the 6 

6 rag invertable slide divertable, murder ya 

Dead and gone never heard of ya 

Now we stuffin lead in the crome, bout to hurt ya 

Pack ya down in the earth, we put work in like Mad Dirt 

Odainers twistin like the revolver or the earth 

Fuck church, it's a must I burst and curse 

Yeah I'm a West Coast Bad Boy but a thousand times worst 

Dime piece, gun in her purse, one in her skirt 

Cross me, bet ya life that my bitch burst 

Got me lockin down the world for the North Pole 

Too cold to hold lyrics froze my wrist and my hoes 

Number one Thug Lord, fuck wit us! 

I won't lie the whole world gonna rush wit us, tell em 

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[Chorus - Yukmouth and Spice 1] 

Thug Lord niggas boss up and don't stop 

Thugged out niggas boss up and don't stop 

Thug Lord niggas boss up and don't stop 

Thugged out niggas boss up and don't stop 

Blow! Blada baba bo, blada baba bang bang 

Spice, Yuk and Bo we do the damn thang 

Blow! Blada baba bo, blada baba bang bang 

Thug Lord niggas we do the damn thang 

[Spice 1] 

Nigga you listenin to the B-O-S-S-I-L-I-N-I 

Yukmouth and C-Bo you know they label us born to die 

But I pistol slap you and two niggas like 3 Stooges 

Walk over to the bar and sip on Gin and juice 

It's just the gangster in me, the thug in me 

Mug in me and get yo fro pushed back like homie 

You lil clown ass nigga walkin in bozo shoes 

While my niggas out here doin hits, makin the news 

What you think you gon' dodge these bullets like Matrix? 

Like a condom, I even lay teck on a bitch 

Now that's some cold shit, a low lick, a cold hit 

Leave a nigga at a funeral cryin with no bitch 

Some Thug Lord shit nigga shoot up ya coffin 

Niggas cross game get murdered by bosses 

Cost's yo mutha fuckin life when you play with the rules 

They got a n-uh-nigga still singin the blues 

[Chorus - Yukmouth and Spice 1] 

Blow! Niggas boss up and don't stop 

Thugged out niggas boss up and don't stop 

Thugged out niggas boss up and don't stop