It Don't Stop (Hip Hop Classic) Lyrics & Tabs by Redd Kross
It Don't Stop (Hip Hop Classic)
guitar chords lyrics
Party people, ha, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get out your seats and let's get ill
That's right, y'all
We're not just rough, we're more than tough
And when it comes to rhymes, ha, ha
You, you had enough
It's like this, y'all (This y'all), that y'all (That y'all)
I'm the Daddy Mac and 'm back, y'all (Back y'all)
Bustin' routine like the niggas in the '80s
Krossed Out, no doubt, getting all the ladies
Pulsating, dominating up above
Chillin' and I'm willing, gettin' nothin' but love
Creating, devastatin' in the place to be
It's the nigga that the niggas call the M-A-C
Big makin', never fakin', chillin' all of the time
Creating, devastatin' in the place to be
It's the nigga that the niggas call the M-A-C
Big makin', never fakin', chillin' all of the time
Gold playing, rhyme saying and I gets mine
I speak rap, not crap, I do not sing
You want a show, let me know, just give us some ring
It's like that, y'all (That y'all), I'm just keepin' it on
Mac Daddy, my man 'til the break of dawn, rock
I never hesitate to call you wack, if you're wack
Put a flat on your back for talking all that smack
[Hook:]
And it don't stop and it don't quit
And it don't stop and it don't quit
And it don't stop and it don't quit
Serving on them little fools for the nine-tre like this
(x2)
Take a, take a, take a stand, my man and I won't tip
'Cause I'm the real deal like Coke is it
And you won't found my name in the yellow page
'Cause the Mac always reach when they startin' to say
It takes two emcees (Huh) and one deejay
We grab at least 50 G's when we play
So Daddy Mac (What up), my man, my mellow, my ace
Why don't you (Yeah) get on the mic and cold rock the place
My rock is hard (Hard), you can't pull my card (Card)
I'm the shining star (Star), shining near and far (Far)
Shining like the sun, shooting like a gun
Boo-ya-kah, boo-ya-kah so you niggas better run
'Cause these emcees and emcees that play
We rock, shock the mic all night and day
So jump back, and feel the wrath of da bomb
Here it comes, here it comes, here it diddy come, comes
[Hook]
Word up. Kris Kross puttin' it down for the nine-tre
Giving the proper dues to the niggas from the old school
So you better believe that.
Peace.
