Ain't no stoppin', we're gonna keep on rockin' There's no stoppin' us Used to be so blind but now I see What you were doin', doin' to me? Tryin' to take
Translation: E-17. Ain't No Stoppin'.
hood but that wasn't my bus stop I made it out to Dallas, mob pimpin, sippin lean Saw some niggaz from the home team, that I ain't seen in a month or
right. Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I made Niggas dead, niggas gone, I still ain't afraid. Ain't too grown to get back on with ghetto
Once again The mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder And we ain't askin' for shit, nigga we takin' it So Dre, blast they ass nigga Rat-
(Brotha Lynch Hung) yeah and ya don't stop the Brotha Lynch in the house ya don't stop yeah and ya don't stop hoes keep giving up that cock 'cause every
-Yo I'm gone chop Ain't gone stop to the T O P I creep I'm putting it down from the M O to the E My nigga Noke Deezy, all about his cheezy It's the Moe
em loooooooo Verse 1: I only drop the hotness Don't see haters cause them suckers can't top this Ain't nobody in da game who can stop this When it come
it straight, fuck them 20's and 10's On the low my fuckin' momma, no such things called friends Motherfucker either down or the motherfucker ain't And if ya bitch ass ain't
s a war zone, in this rap game But they can't stop us Tru niggas They can't stop us Tru niggas They can't stop us Tru niggas They can't stop us Tru niggas
(E Dub) It's Erick Sermon, no need for those to guess yall I confess, ya'll, when I spit the yiggy yes yall I gotcha, when that groove hit, no stoppin
real, real, gangstas Out the Y 17 Holly Grove solja, can't stop the 17th Real, real niggas, they be chillen' off Eagle Street Holly Grove solja, can't stop the 17
not a diss This not a threat, this real shit And don't play me, cause ain't no stoppin me Ain't no toppin me, and ain't no robbin me Cut the robbers
I stay talkin free If it ain't 'bout money stop callin me Leave me alone if you ain't talkin G's If your name ain't on a damn caller ID (caller ID) Uh
-uh Inspired from master p's ghetto d-uh Where I learned ain't shit comin for free-uh The beat came from my nigga klc-uh And I'm capital f-i-e-n-d-uh
can feel it* Chorus: Dr. Dre (Snoop Doggy Dogg) Yeah, and you don't stop (it's still 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it
no, you can't slip! You can't slip. Yo E-Dog, tell them what's up with that slangin' and bangin', chief! Verse 2: E-Dog (Mix-a-Lot) You can't slip
back. So creep when you in the C-P-T. You catch heat from fuckin' with' the D-R-E. I got my eyes on the shit unfolding. And there ain't gonna be no trippin
