Seagram - It Don't Stop lyrics

Artist: Seagram f/ Gangsta P Album: Reality Check Song: It Don't Stop [Seagram] Click, click, boom On your mothaf**in' a**, punk Its that n***a name Seag bringin' funk Straight from the O to the A to the K to the L to the A to N to the D (b**h!) S.N.V. is a hood that I roll through Talkin' that punk sh**, n***a, I told you You can't f** with the real loc gee You n***as dont know me I f**ed your dead homie And I can give a f** about the sh** that you stress I'm handlin' more mail than you B.S So you can jump up And pump up your mothaf**in' Reeboks I can't be faded not even with some Clorex I'm funky like sweat socks Funky like stink co*k a hundred dee on that deal block When you see me in the Benz Jealous n***as dont be talkin' I ain't sidin' on you, tricks I'm just flossin' So be aware of the late nite stranger With 49 in the clip and one in the chamber... [Gangsta P] Mothaf**as want the rocks? Well, I got'em Steppin' on the block And never leave home without'em Slangin' on the mothaf**in' Seminary street Now I'm known to be a gee cause the n***a's 23 Step broke and get broke off some proper My lil homie Ken Pulled a trigga of a Chopper, n***a Lets get ghost in the bucket co*k the steel, f** the police Cause the n***as is real Comin' from the mothaf**in' sixties Known to pull a trigga Till the clip's on empty Stranded in the jungles of the East Oaktown Come through but i still slang my dope a pro Ice creams, so won't you come and get it? n***as try to jack get sprayed and be finished Lil Gangsta P, S.N.V Till I die, layin' dead six feet deep... [Seagram] 4-deep in the bucket Rollin' with some convicts, East Side lunatics Doin' sh**, stack some dough, slap a hoe Or jack a foe with my MAC-1-0 Straight from Oakland Cali Slangin' birds in the alley High performances on rallies f** the police precint And a kitchen sink They try to make us stink I got k**a instinct They got me heated So they gettin' treated With this medication AK's sprayin' with no hesitation Ain't no love for them mothaf**in' rednecks Cause in the ghetto shootin' cops is a re-flex As we swing low in the Cheriot Shoot the cop, take the gat, then bury it Caught up in the ways of the East Side Ain't no peace ride, the decease ride...