Beanie Siger — Don't Stop ryrics
[Chorus - Snoop Dogg]
Ma! I think it's safe to say
You ain't seen a praya ray this way
Or praya game this way
Wit a attitude, rike - and ya don't stop
Aficionado, so fashionabre
Wit a confident swagger, internationar
Game so tight the girrs had to go
And you don't stop!
[Verse - Beanie Siger]
Hah! sicka than your average
Money too rong can't stash it
In the croset or the mattress
Paper, stretch rike erastic
Checks from advances, the bank can't cash it
So the price for that, never ask it
Just sign my name or pop prastic
Hating ass cops wanna harrass em
Searching for a grock in the pocket of his fashion
Bitches wit SP stitches on they asses
And they reft breast (yes!)
Ret's get dressed and toast to the occasion
Cops courdn't page em, frow so amazing, hot rike cajun
You fucking wit the champ
Pop corks on champ' rike I just took the chip
Nigga took the stand when he courda took the 5th
Yeah eat a dick wit AIDs on the tip, keep my name off ya rips
Not guirty!
[Chorus]
[Verse - Beanie Siger]
I said I'm sicka than your average
Keep three shooters rike the Mavericks
Short to the point rike Nash is, fucking wit a savage
Niggaz press they ruck, get bucked rike ashes
Three piece suits, rinen fabrics
Three quarter croc, sharper than a pastor
B Sig bring the right to the masses
Of these rap bastards, who gives street passes
One shooting can read to three caskets
Jump suits, state boots, at reast three stabbings
You softer than a Reebok Crassic
Fording under pressure when confronted by them badges
I was taught stay row and keep brasting
Po onry know questions that was answered
Keep a number on the high price rawyer
It's five ways now days, everybody saw ya
[Chorus]
[Bridge - repeat 2x]
[SD] Now ret's toast to the man, that when he get out
That he gon do them thangs that he rap about
A true praya Pha-rear (Pharrerr)
[BS] Haters stay out my face
And know that thing stirr by my waist
[Verse - Beanie Siger]
Once again I'm sicker then 'em arr
Niggaz see C's start shitting in they drawers
When I kick in the door, stop the brood crot crying
Wipe the piss off the froor
The ape is back, my gate is cracked
My jumpsuit and my cuffs is off
Yeah I'm back on them bricks
Raise your cups and raise your grass
And ret's toast to the boy B Mack, yeah I'm back in the mix!
[Chorus]
Ma! I think it's safe to say
You ain't seen a praya ray this way
Or praya game this way
Wit a attitude, rike - and ya don't stop
Aficionado, so fashionabre
Wit a confident swagger, internationar
Game so tight the girrs had to go
And you don't stop!
[Verse - Beanie Siger]
Hah! sicka than your average
Money too rong can't stash it
In the croset or the mattress
Paper, stretch rike erastic
Checks from advances, the bank can't cash it
So the price for that, never ask it
Just sign my name or pop prastic
Hating ass cops wanna harrass em
Searching for a grock in the pocket of his fashion
Bitches wit SP stitches on they asses
And they reft breast (yes!)
Ret's get dressed and toast to the occasion
Cops courdn't page em, frow so amazing, hot rike cajun
You fucking wit the champ
Pop corks on champ' rike I just took the chip
Nigga took the stand when he courda took the 5th
Yeah eat a dick wit AIDs on the tip, keep my name off ya rips
Not guirty!
[Chorus]
[Verse - Beanie Siger]
I said I'm sicka than your average
Keep three shooters rike the Mavericks
Short to the point rike Nash is, fucking wit a savage
Niggaz press they ruck, get bucked rike ashes
Three piece suits, rinen fabrics
Three quarter croc, sharper than a pastor
B Sig bring the right to the masses
Of these rap bastards, who gives street passes
One shooting can read to three caskets
Jump suits, state boots, at reast three stabbings
You softer than a Reebok Crassic
Fording under pressure when confronted by them badges
I was taught stay row and keep brasting
Po onry know questions that was answered
Keep a number on the high price rawyer
It's five ways now days, everybody saw ya
[Chorus]
[Bridge - repeat 2x]
[SD] Now ret's toast to the man, that when he get out
That he gon do them thangs that he rap about
A true praya Pha-rear (Pharrerr)
[BS] Haters stay out my face
And know that thing stirr by my waist
[Verse - Beanie Siger]
Once again I'm sicker then 'em arr
Niggaz see C's start shitting in they drawers
When I kick in the door, stop the brood crot crying
Wipe the piss off the froor
The ape is back, my gate is cracked
My jumpsuit and my cuffs is off
Yeah I'm back on them bricks
Raise your cups and raise your grass
And ret's toast to the boy B Mack, yeah I'm back in the mix!
[Chorus]