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Bus Stop/Stop! Stop! Stop! (The Hollies) · A Thrill's a Thrill: The Canadian Years (Long John Baldry) · Stop Stop Stop (V.I.A. Gra) · Stop! Stop! Stop! (Via Gra) · Stop! Stop! Stop! (The Hollies) · Stop the Tape Stop the Tape (David & the Citizens) · Stop Snitchin', Stop Lyin' (Game) · Don't Stop! Don't Stop! (The Fugs) · Stop! Snyato! (Stop! That's a Wrap!) (Via Gra) · Can't Stop Won't Stop (The Maine) – and 90 other albums »


m.p.h.
To his office which is 12 miles away
And he stops for a coffee on the way for 15 minutes
And also puts air in one of his tyres
Which has a slow
and pale

A colour you bought at a junkie's yard sale
Stop your cryin', stop your cryin'
Well I'm lazy now-the summer crazy farm is all I own with...
My
and pale
A colour you bought at a junkie's yard sale
Stop your cryin', stop your cryin'

Well I'm lazy now-the summer crazy farm is all I own with...
LB be'ness
Yeah, I go by the name of Khrysis
(My nigga Khrysis on the beat)
One half of the Away Team
And right now, you in tuned to the biggest
Locc
(Cuz a Eastside party ain't no joke)

[Tripp Locc]
The first stop PCH and atlantic, the homefront
Poly apartments where the party still jumps
down this dead end thrill
I hit the street I got no jacket on my back 
But I got my Tim's on my feet 
when my life broke across me back against
stop
All the fellas in the house say hooooooooooooo
(then hoooooooo said by the fellas) ya don't stop

Verse 3: lost boyz

Word up
You know me gotta
[Mr. Cheeks]
Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin' death
Park side, Queen's niggaz represent
Long Isle, how we do? They knew our style
Represent
[Mr. Cheeks]
Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin' death
Park side, Queen's niggaz represent
Long Isle, how we do? They knew our style
Represent
I'll tell you a story 
About a girl who came my way 
We upped and married 
Three kids, a dog in Sante Fe 
Now she's gone I'm by myself 

I'm
pretty little thang
Kicked in the door with bullied out the game
PYT, pretty young thang
I told her cross over stop messin with the lames
Switchin 4 lanes
right next to thee 

Yeah, LB Confusion is on the mic 

I'm givin props won't stop with the shit you like 

So skip the trip, and spend the night 

Cause
better by far
Then a wise and productive old age

If you want my views of history
Then there's something you should know
The three men I admire most
by far
Then a wise and productive old age

If you want my views of history
Then there's something you should know
The three men I admire most
Are
Pride
I Begged You To Stop And You
Hit Him More
You Didn't See His Three Friends Come
Through The Door
Four Against One And
They Had A Knife
In Ten
Yeah...a chick-a-doom, chick-a-doom chick-a-doom 

[Chorus] 
That's the joint, that's the jam 
Turn that shit up, play it again (3x) 

[Will I
pretty little thang
Kicked in the door with bullied out the game
PYT, pretty young thang
I told her cross over stop messin with the lames
Switchin 4 lanes
the south 3rd ward calliope

(fiend)
I dropped on the streets
Like cocked 9's or spray painted stop signs
Niggas gettin knock down
Needles in white lines
toss out the  
Put my shit on three wheels for thrills
I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's real

[Chorus]
Rollin down
[Jay]
One two, one two, and I say
I go by the name of Jam Master Jay
And the Hollis Crew, we here to stay believe that

[D.M.C.]
Hey, as we let
beat, killed, and arrested
Sentenced, forced to live between wire fences
It's a FUCKED UP AGENDA
Whether cop a plea or surrender
If you'se a three
If it don't feel right, then stop it, you nahmsayin'?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Black Thought]
Yo, field you work in, weapon producin'
Natural
Yeah...a chick-a-doom, chick-a-doom chick-a-doom 

[Chorus: x3]
That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again 

[Will I Am]
boots
When it comes to graduation, he's number one
An expert with a rifal and also a gun
Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack
And fires four
Three, four

Chk uhh
Chk uhh

I'm the W-i, double-l-i-am 
Linkin' up with the Primo, do it (do it) 
He's the T-to-the-a-to-the-b-oh-oh