Bigg Robb - Gordie Howe's French Toast lyrics

(chorus) Hip hop don't stop Hip hop don't stop.... 5x Hip hop, hip hop Don't stop (1st verse) Sack up and grow a pair Guess what? I just don't care Talking to myself until the nights end Tired of lonely calling me a friend Was never trusted and not much liked Superficial and suffice Got think twice before you act nice Limited to her looks brains and books Value what you can fit in the trunk Judging her by that bu-dunk-a-dunk Basic funk, vanilla and honey Making love on rose pedals and money Prank a Yankee with hankee panky Bad girls still need a spankie Unintentional drift wood In unexplored territory of the abyss Caught in the under-toe of a rowdy bliss Photoshop memories, cut and paste instances... (chorus) Hip hop don't stop Hip hop don't stop... 2x Hip hop, hip hop Don't stop (2nd Verse) The in and outs of my where abouts The bow from Gordie Howe And the toast that taste like wow The middle brow here and now Demolition composition, leveling the opposition A back biter with a highlighter Myself I am trying to live with No man imitates me, or lets me be The s**iest motorcycles and the tastiest stakes Powder breaks on skis that shake F-S boardslide over the smith' limo With low light tint windows While my grin shows Boys don't murder and discuss it further Don't whiff with the spliff On a wallride- tailslide Squirts with the converse Road verse, one with the universe I am a beaver dam who gives one good body slam One day I will take the world for a spin But I can't let the bad guys win So s** a lemon you gremlins Smells like a shart Looks like a shark Reading my messed up art Sticky calm, before skimpy is gone (chorus) Hip hop don't stop Hip hop don't stop.... 5x Hip hop, hip hop Don't stop