Why Stop Now (explicit) Lyrics & Tabs by Busta Rhymes feat. Chris Brown
Why Stop Now (explicit)
guitar chords lyrics
Turn my fucking beat up
Turn my fucking beat up (turn my mic up too)
Turn my fucking beat up (remix)
Uh, yeah, we can do anything
Walk into anywhere and buy anything (remix)
I'll be chilling, I ain't worried about anything (remix)
Why stop now? I can have everything (part 2)
Yeeeah, I can have everything
Yeeeah, I can have everything
Yeeeah, I can have everything (ayo let me roll one of my sleeves real quick)
Why stop now? I can have everything (lets go)
Find the nearest exit
Everybody better find the nearest exit
See the way I kill every nigga in this bitch
Somebody please tell me where the forensics
Everybody better find the nearest exit
See the way I kill every nigga in this bitch
Somebody please tell me where the forensics
Everybody know the God real
Looking like you work in a garage sale
While you hating on one of the greatest
I be in the crib digging in ya moms tail
Big old bitch, Avatar
I got her sitting on the dick like a handle bar
Shawty love the way I beat it up
Beat the pretty pussy with a battle scar
Let a nigga eat it up like a caviar
Got her buggin' now she wanna carry on
YMCMB, Gods of this rap shit that we are
But ya girl look like a little amateur
Wednesday night at the Apollo
But it's okay cause she got a long neck
And I got a dick size only a giraffe could swallow
Sent her back cause they gonna ask tomorrow
Why baby girl did you have to gargle?
And if I could have everything, do me a favor
Send me a hundred more bottles, hahaha
Yeah, we can do anything
Walk into anywhere and buy anything
I'll be chilling, I ain't worried about anything
Why stop now? I can have everything
Yeeeah, I can have everything
Yeeeah, I can have everything
Yeeeah, I can have everything (aye, let me re-introduce y'all to my beautiful twin)
Why stop now? I can have everything (oh my God, Missy!)
It go 3, 4, 5, 6
On this mic I hot spit
This my time, toc-tic
I'm that chick they not fuckin' with
Hit ‘em with hits in the head I spit
This shit is so ridiculous, sick
Missy like no other chick
Now watch how I kill this remix
I slay these crows
Got more lines than cornrows
You ain't on Missy level
Better get on ya tippy toes
Really though, really no
I'mma blow it up like a torpedo
Who am I? you don't know
You can call me the original
I'm the E-double-L-I-O-T-T
Don't ever try me on the mic I'mma beast
Eat an emcee like I'm finna have a feast
You better sit down, have a seat
I can do anything, Missy finna change the game
Y'all better stay up in ya lane
Now I'mma just make y'all clap ya hands
Yeah, we can do anything
Walk into anywhere and buy anything
I'll be chilling, I ain't worried about anything
Why stop now? I can have everything
Yeeeah, I can have everything
Yeeeah, I can have everything
Yeeeah, I can have everything (it's been officially declared that the martian is back in the building)
Why stop now? (Tunechi!)
Man fuck these niggas, man fuck these hoes
T just roll a big long blunt, I'mma smoke that bitch till it's Muggsy Bogues
I ain't got time for that bitch shit, Glock automatic, no stick shift
My girl pussy bigger than pig lips, my blunts last longer than friendships
Man I was on my skateboard, It ain't trickin' if you got it, I'll pay for it
Hold up, wait for it, catch up, like fake blood
My own funeral, I'm late for it
Shout out to my young nigga Ace Hood
I'm fresh out the can, I'm canned goods
Two handguns, my hands full
I'm young, ill and so mean, I'm one pill from OD'ing
I'm high ho, my eyes low like Korean's, Orean
I pulled up in that no ceiling
I'm thuggin', bumpin' Golf Wang
Bitch I'm higher than Eddie Kane
Tunechi, I can have everything
Haha
Yeah, we can do anything
Walk into anywhere and buy anything (YMCMB)
I'll be chilling, I ain't worried about anything (aha)
Why stop now? I can have everything (Young Mula babbyyyyy)
Yeeeah, I can have everything
Yeeeah, I can have everything
Yeeeah, I can have everything
Why stop now? I can have everything
