Don't Stop Lyrics - Tha Dogg Pound

Yeah.. 

'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt 

All up in this bitch 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop.. 

Don't stop.. 

Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone 

Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there 

Niggaz get around these backwoods 

Get around they mommas, pull up they pants 

Hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha! 

Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do) 

Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound? 

My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives 

It's about time the mashin is arrived 

I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel 

Steadily givin these niggaz no passes on livin (no passes) 

I spend major loot on khaki suits 

Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots 

I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five 

Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live 

I live the unusual, crucial life 

So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew 

As just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it 

Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless 

To step to this, we in effect, we dangerous 

Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss 

Biatch! (yeah) 

Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha) 

I give a fuck, what you thought, or who you brought witchu? 

(Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator 

They wonderin why he breathin, but bitches is dyin later (ahh) 

Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you 

I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue 

On some loco shit (loco), my pistol smoke yo' shit (smoke) 

Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' shit 

Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis 

It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah) 

Shots rang and niggaz brains were spilt 

Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) nigga was kilt 

I hit the funeral and busted his folks 

And leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Well it's that seventeen shot glock cocker, the block rocker (fool) 

Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper 

Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides) 

Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knives 

Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows 

Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone 

(That's that nigga) I packs heat when it's cold 

Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold 

Why you waitin for the poetical Satan? 

Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton 

I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left 

Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth 

(I'm the man nigga) I don't trust ya (I don't) 

The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya 

No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya 

(Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash 

Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, keep goin 

Don't stop, don't stop 

Let the speakers bump, biatch! (let the speakers bump) 

For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep 

Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers 

We gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this 

For you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood 

Turn it up, check it out 

They claim to be down, they say they down (man fuck you man) 

Number one..