Lyrics:
I'ma chop shop
Got that ass jumping like she playing hop scotch
Got some homies on the block playing cop watch
Money coming so damn fast i need a stop
write us, you can stop your arthritis
Just by dancin' away your blues
Just by dancin' away your blues
So bind up your bunions with band-aids and gauze
some heat and I can't stop
All this smoke I open up shop
Broke boy he like to shop up in ross
I just cop I don't look at the cost
Go against me and you
24th Street barber shop, kept me out of trouble
I went from the waterboy to the quarterback in the huddle
callin all the plays I live for, die for Dade
I
so...
[Wiseguy]
Yo, yo, yo; can I get a chance to drop in the cipher?
Set the shit on fire
Yo why the, beats stop?
I don't know the beat-box is coming in
take is one to tha' head, bahdi-by-by, you rest
Solja-Rees and 'Bauds, that is how I'm dressed
I represent to tha fullest, nigga, in a Rolex
Roamin'
condition
We knew where we were headed
It was our family tradition
We'd stop for cones of soft serve
From the local Dairy Queen
And then we'd make one final
Forget just buying you rocks, of value block
Them things that you want to shop, I get in stock
And it don't stop there, hellicopter to the lear
M-X
write it
You're my one stop
Fun shop
Heart throb
Baby, you're a hurricane
Please just say my name
You're my won't stop
Can't stop
Don't stop
Kiss me in
chicken wings
Three times for my girls in the beauty shop
Four times OutKast and it don't stop
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how
gotta keep on rockin' it all night long because
Time won’t stop
And I can’t let this moment pass me by
song instead of a love letter
They gon' play it on the radio a hundred times a day
I figure when you hear it you gon' stop and think of me
I wanna get
write it
You're my one stop
Fun shop
Heart throb
Baby, you're a hurricane
Please just say my name
You're my won't stop
Can't stop
Don't stop
Kiss me in
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
classes, and that's what yo' ass get
Not even electives? Not even pre-requits?
You mean I missed my major by a couple of seconds?
Now I'm in the shop
I lace with overdubs
Now wassup, if by some haphazard
You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rap master
Up in the slot where you used to rock
Your
I laid my cock down
Spendin my cheese while you breathin shop round
I can't believe that you screamin cop now
[Chorus]
[Loon]
Yo, in one year I gave
going down the shops coz you've run out of tea
Looking really fly in my onesie
And I take my teddy bear for company
One two three to the four
I wear
understand answers that I cannot freeze
Not influenced by money I needa give back to my people you look like a prophet to me
Beatbox at the barber shop
at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
I'm the talk to hit every barber shop and beauty salon
'Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that
know?
They, they talking that, that gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap, show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from
Cut to a slightly blurred black and white photo of a
Housewife with her face blotted out by a black oblong.
Presenter Hello, Mrs Teal!
Cut back
MC's, like Chuck D, I Shut 'Em Down
The Artical Don of hip-hop, and I won't stop
The Five-Foot Assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop
So do like Michael
love me 'cause I'm everything that her man not
I really got stash spots
Gang unit don't find nothin' during them CRASH stops
Still grind while the trap
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