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bishop lamont - don't stop lyrics

i tell a b-tch, b-tch shut the f-ck up quick
no i didn’t i’m just kidding
n-gg- but i’m so pimping
oh how rude of me, for those
that do not know of me
i rim ramp paint that perfect picture n-gg-
with my poetry
i go by bishop 2, been known to cross a few
what you mean b-tches and a lot of special grooves
like it’s 92 i miss that old sh-t
message for the kids don’t grow up too quick
you got your adult life to do some stupid sh-t
speaking of stupid sh-t, i drink until i puke and sh-t
it’s just a fly sunny day and everything is ok
hop and dipping down that 1 10 freeway

[hook]
don’t stop gotta get it n-gg- handle bizness
don’t waste no time chasing dumb b-tches
don’t stop gotta get it n-gg- handle bizness
don’t waste no time chasing dumb b-tches
why?
cause she’s a hoe, she’s a sl-t, she’s a tramp
she’s a freak, you can have a different one
every day of the week, hey

on and on and on until the beat’s gone
rest in peace to all my n-gg-s
more cream will carry on
been around since the old days
no matter how i hold place
hold it down always
you know, you check my resume
my pedigree is good to go
speak on my game tuck the chain
it’s a thug life show
i’m feeling politic and i speak with true players
nothing but true sayers so your b-tch -ss know
screaming bishop once again with my foot in your throat
the way these b-tches gag like they singing a note
i hit it from the back while she’s sniffing on c-ke
i’m tryina join my summer drop the top and smoke
get it, don’t stop, i’m hot
and i’m swoll like hoe,
l.a. is the dream and your -ss is whoa!

now now i know my sh-t don’t chase these b-tches
but when these b-tches chasing you now what’s a player to do
at… time like feeling jake, dog them hoes and penetrate
get that money celebrate,
stack them racks and elevate
venice beach and hit the streets
but first we hit them squad meats
… lost in… h-lla deep
ain’t no tripping, set tripping
cause i’m never out the slipping
more dogs, thug life, till i die
we representing

i keep it pimping like it’s old town
run sh-t, all round, skyscr-pers, flat land
close down, this is how a town with renegades on a run
haters in my face that kill to take my place
my… is my boy it text me, b-tches but naked
in the sauna s-xy
… and motherf-ck anybody that will object it

- bishop lamont lyrics

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