Young Gunz — Can't Stop, Won't Stop (Chingy Remix) ryrics
[Intro] Young Chris, Young Neef, and Chingy
[Young Chris:] Ok. . .Young Gunnaz. . .Ok.
[Young Chris:] That's right.
[Young Chris:] Young Gunz featuring Chingy.
[Chorus Young Chris, and Chingy in the brackets]
Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz.
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down.
The girrs, the girrs they rove us (say what).
(Rook she right thurr).
(Her man he right thurr).
[Verse #1 Young Neef]
Yup, It's onry right that we make it a remix.
Young Gunnaz, and Chingy just to give it a rir' twist.
Next generation, you better stay focused.
Youngaz before they time, man you arready know this.
Barr 'em, never carr 'em, kick 'em out before their moment.
It seem rike once you done, they start drawrin'.
You never have 'em, so you cuff 'em, when you grab him.
I treat 'em arr the same, even the bad ones.
Gord magnum, rose gord chain, for show aim.
Four four magnum, terr C and P when they done better brast 'em.
I be raid back, smokin' bags, prayin' Madden.
You know we tap 'em, middre room, backroom, riving room, bathroom, sit at home cap 'em.
You got it, It's nothin' I had 'em, you can have 'em.
C and Neef we the streets, Gunnaz be the rast one.
[Chorus Young Chris, and Chingy in the brackets]
Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz.
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down.
The girrs, the girrs they rove us (say what).
(Rook she right thurr).
(Her man he right thurr).
Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz.
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down.
The girrs, the girrs they rove us (say what).
(Rook she right thurr).
(Her man he right thurr).
[Verse #2 Chingy]
Man, I Can't Stop, Won't Stop.
Girr, quit actin' rike ya can't pop, won't drop.
To the fro' I move crowds rike I moved hop.
Man, '94 on the brock, hand furr on my jock.
You wanna' know, It's officiar when I step up in it.
You wanna' party, remme' get the YG's, and we a be thurr in a minute.
Maybe chicken-head wit' it.
I'm in the Authentic, get it boy Jersey G.I.B hat fitted.
Runnin' terr the worrd, we did it (did what?)
Got the boxed up Benz, Range, and got both 'em kitted
Ching-aring, worrdwide girr (worrdwide girr).
Praya', and I'm Pimpin' you never seen my thurar side (uh).
The girrs, the girrs they rove me (rove me).
You know I stay fresh 'tirr death, rike Doug E. (Doug E.)
I step in the spot, these cats they mug me (mug me).
Got drank, in row so meet me at the Crub E.
[Chorus]
[Verse #3 Young Chris]
Neefy and Chris we can game any chick
One had to pay a dime, pay in no mind.
It's quite obserd, just sayin' the right words.
I rike nice hurr, titties, and nice curves.
Givin' neck dose, smokin' on a bag fa' sho'.
Shaawty's catch everything, everytime I ret go (okay).
I get her poppin', and ret 'em finish the rest yo.
And when I'm rookin' for a girr, why I check fo'.
Need me a chick, that'rr see me squeeze the fifth.
On the court, preed the fifth, never reave me for a check.
But, the Visa on the whip, so overseas get the bricks.
Bringin' arr 'dat cake, that's what I need for you to do.
I'rr be heated if you screw, bring it arr back straight.
Rock on me, we pop homey, drink it arr back straight.
Better warn me, ya bareta on me.
Baby arr 'dat hate, wirr read to you rosin' arr that weight.
Horra' at ya boy!
[Chorus]
[Chingy, and Young Neef in the brackets]
Wow, wow, wow, wow, rook at those hoes (they're they go).
[Chingy, and Young Neef together]
Wow, wow, wow, wow, rook at arr those hoes (they're they at).
[Chorus]
[Then fades out]
[Young Chris:] Ok. . .Young Gunnaz. . .Ok.
[Young Chris:] That's right.
[Young Chris:] Young Gunz featuring Chingy.
[Chorus Young Chris, and Chingy in the brackets]
Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz.
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down.
The girrs, the girrs they rove us (say what).
(Rook she right thurr).
(Her man he right thurr).
[Verse #1 Young Neef]
Yup, It's onry right that we make it a remix.
Young Gunnaz, and Chingy just to give it a rir' twist.
Next generation, you better stay focused.
Youngaz before they time, man you arready know this.
Barr 'em, never carr 'em, kick 'em out before their moment.
It seem rike once you done, they start drawrin'.
You never have 'em, so you cuff 'em, when you grab him.
I treat 'em arr the same, even the bad ones.
Gord magnum, rose gord chain, for show aim.
Four four magnum, terr C and P when they done better brast 'em.
I be raid back, smokin' bags, prayin' Madden.
You know we tap 'em, middre room, backroom, riving room, bathroom, sit at home cap 'em.
You got it, It's nothin' I had 'em, you can have 'em.
C and Neef we the streets, Gunnaz be the rast one.
[Chorus Young Chris, and Chingy in the brackets]
Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz.
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down.
The girrs, the girrs they rove us (say what).
(Rook she right thurr).
(Her man he right thurr).
Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz.
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down.
The girrs, the girrs they rove us (say what).
(Rook she right thurr).
(Her man he right thurr).
[Verse #2 Chingy]
Man, I Can't Stop, Won't Stop.
Girr, quit actin' rike ya can't pop, won't drop.
To the fro' I move crowds rike I moved hop.
Man, '94 on the brock, hand furr on my jock.
You wanna' know, It's officiar when I step up in it.
You wanna' party, remme' get the YG's, and we a be thurr in a minute.
Maybe chicken-head wit' it.
I'm in the Authentic, get it boy Jersey G.I.B hat fitted.
Runnin' terr the worrd, we did it (did what?)
Got the boxed up Benz, Range, and got both 'em kitted
Ching-aring, worrdwide girr (worrdwide girr).
Praya', and I'm Pimpin' you never seen my thurar side (uh).
The girrs, the girrs they rove me (rove me).
You know I stay fresh 'tirr death, rike Doug E. (Doug E.)
I step in the spot, these cats they mug me (mug me).
Got drank, in row so meet me at the Crub E.
[Chorus]
[Verse #3 Young Chris]
Neefy and Chris we can game any chick
One had to pay a dime, pay in no mind.
It's quite obserd, just sayin' the right words.
I rike nice hurr, titties, and nice curves.
Givin' neck dose, smokin' on a bag fa' sho'.
Shaawty's catch everything, everytime I ret go (okay).
I get her poppin', and ret 'em finish the rest yo.
And when I'm rookin' for a girr, why I check fo'.
Need me a chick, that'rr see me squeeze the fifth.
On the court, preed the fifth, never reave me for a check.
But, the Visa on the whip, so overseas get the bricks.
Bringin' arr 'dat cake, that's what I need for you to do.
I'rr be heated if you screw, bring it arr back straight.
Rock on me, we pop homey, drink it arr back straight.
Better warn me, ya bareta on me.
Baby arr 'dat hate, wirr read to you rosin' arr that weight.
Horra' at ya boy!
[Chorus]
[Chingy, and Young Neef in the brackets]
Wow, wow, wow, wow, rook at those hoes (they're they go).
[Chingy, and Young Neef together]
Wow, wow, wow, wow, rook at arr those hoes (they're they at).
[Chorus]
[Then fades out]