It Don`t Stop

[ VERSE 1: Prode`je ]<br>The C-a-r-t-e-l`s been here for ages<br>And ain`t not one of them trick-ass radio stations played us<br>But that didn`t fade us because we still gettin it on<br>I put the heat up under my seat and I`m gone<br>Bumpin the tape as I let the sun hit my Daytons<br>Fuck your ratings cause this gangsta shit make ends<br>I begins hittin them corners on the block<br>Servin the B.G.`s the double up on the rock<br>I shake the spot because my face comes with fame<br>And it`s a shame the way them rats scream my name<br>And I`m fashionable, I`m hittin corners international<br>14 ( ? )<br>I`m on my phone to see if Rhime Son`s at home<br>(I`m in the back polishin my chrome)<br>I be there in a minute so we can hit the zones<br>To let the U.S.C. know it`s still on, it`s on<br><br>[ CHORUS: L.V. ]<br>Gees still on the move<br>Westside and Eastside finna act a fool<br>You know it`s all to the gees<br>Hittin switches with the S.C.C.<br>Radio don`t give us props<br>It don`t stop till the gangsta drop<br>So we gotta do it for the streets<br>And all the gees bumpin gangsta beats<br><br>[ VERSE 2: Havikk the Rhime Son ]<br>85 Cutlass on the creep from block to block on ( ? ) deep dish<br>Killin the radio, I`m turnin it off, I`m bumpin that Bushwick<br>I gets my skate on, I`m flossin through the neighborhood<br>It`s Mr. Rhime Son to the good<br>[ ] as I swerve to the curb in the seat<br>Gone off that herb and the word is I`m a gee<br>As we ( ? ) another block I lets the trunk vibrate<br>18`s droppin them bombs like Kuwait<br>I put it on the Richter as the 9.2, puttin the heater in my lap<br>Craps - yo, what they hittin fo`? Snap<br>Daps is what I give to Big Prod<br>Cartel Gang is finna hoo-bang when we ride<br>Check the rear-view cause you know bustas, them muthafuckas<br>Are sneaky as hell might as well<br>Dip with the clip tucked, snug for the funk<br>B-l-u-n-t, let the system thump<br>And it`s like that<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br><br>[ VERSE 3: Havikk ]<br>How many of you busters...<br>Are thinkin about servin us? Proceed with caution<br>Pin him in a turnin lane before he bend Slauson<br>The 85 Cutlass cuffed on d`s, at ease...<br>Up off my nut sacks, like I said ain`t no get back<br>Trump tight as we slide on<br>In a Cut and Young Prod, time to get your ride on<br>(Locsters) Cartel ridin Rolls in the `96, unfadable<br>Cause we don`t need no damn radio<br>[ Prode`je ]<br>Prod and Rhime Son on triple gold d`s<br>Checkin out the frequencies<br>In a hour they ain`t played the S.C.C.<br>But I`m a gee regardless how many marks gon` ride<br>On the S.C.G.`s from the Evil Side, Big Prod<br>(And I, Mr. Rhime Son comin with the nine gun)<br>In the cut slugs get bucked, so what the fuck<br>Is really goin down, it ain`t no changing faces<br>The man in the mirror is a gangster<br>Fo` life<br><br>[ CHORUS ]