paroles de chanson Who Gon Stop Me (Smooth Jazz Tribute to Jay-Z & Kanye West) - DJ Jazz

I can't stop

This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lost
'Til I die, I'ma fuckin' ball
Now who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me, huh?
Who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me, huh?
Black cards, black cars
Black on black, black broads
Whole lot of money in a black bag
Black straps, you know what that's for
Who gon' stop me, huh?
Who gon' stop me, huh?
Yeah, who gon' stop me?

It's no breaks, I need State Farm
So many watches I need eight arms
One neck but got eight charms
Now who gon' stop me, huh?
Niggas talkin', that's bitch-made
Ixnay off my dick snay
That's Pig Latin, itch-bay
Who gon' stop me, huh?
Last night ain't go so well
Got kicked up out the hotel
Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert
Yes, I tell Howard Cosell
You just a commentator if you gettin' paper
Everybody I know from the hood got common haters
In some relation, you just supposed to say none
Heard she fucked the doorman
Well, that's cool, I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist
Well, I guess that's on what basis
I only like green faces

This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lost
'Til I die, I'ma fuckin' ball
Now who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me, huh?
Who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me, huh?
Black cards, black cars
Black on black, black broads
Whole lot of money in a black bag
Black straps, you know what that's for

My weed purple, my money purple
Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm Oprah's circle
I wrote the verse that I hope will hurt ya
Who gon' stop me, huh?
Beat the odds, beat the feds
I wouldn't bet wives, bet against the kid
Startin' to grow, I bet I get rich
Night shift, sixty-six
Give me one shot, one pop
Show up in all white wearin' no socks
No ceilin', no coupe
They know I'm a dope boy, they don't have no proof
I'm three steps removed, I know how to move
It's lookin' like I don't know how to lose
I'm winnin' again, I'm at the win
I'm at the table, I'm gamblin'
Lucky lefty, I expect a seven
I went through hell, I'm expectin' heaven
I'm old and I'm throwed and I'm stuck to the G code
I'm here, oh yeah, and I promise I ain't goin' nowhere
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit
I like carrots, I'm allergic to happy bunny ears
Like broke, like nope, like ha, I ain't no joke
I can't be stopped, like nope, like nope
To the beat, Noah, uh
Two seats in a 911, uh
No limits on the black card, uh
Told y'all I was gon' go ham, uh
'Til the ocean's in my backyard, uh
No lies in my verses, hey
Please pardon all the curses, uh
Shit's gotta come some way, fuck
When you're growin' up worthless, uh
Middle finger to my old life, uh
A special shout-out to my old heads, uh
If it wasn't for your advice, uh
A nigga would've been so dead, uh
I'm livin' life 'til these niggas kill me
Turn this up if you niggas feel me
I'm ridin' dirty, tryna get filthy
Pablo Picasso, Rocko's real keys
Graduated to the MoMA
And I did all of this without a diploma
Graduated from the corner
You can play me for a motherfuckin' fool if you wanna
Street smart and I'm book smart
I could've been a chemist 'cause I cook smart
Only thing that's stoppin' me is me, hey
And I'ma stop when the hook stop, hold up

This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lost
'Til I die, I'ma fuckin' ball
Now who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me, huh?
Who gon' stop me?
Who gon' stop me, huh?
Black cards, black cars
Black on black, black broads
Whole lot of money in a black bag
Black straps, you know what that's for