Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Stop

[Intro: Swizz Beats]
Swizzy...Beats...

[Chorus]
Aiyo I cannot (Stop), I will not (Stop)
AS WE PROCEED

[Verse 1]
Young Hov got the block on smash
Put the gun to the back and hop on some ass
Nigga fresh-dressed and stay poppin` tags
Put the (?) on the truck `for I drop the rag
Bitches want to bring up the topic of my past
It`s legendary in the hood how I got my cash
I`m legendady in the hood so I got the mag
And I`ve never been a fronter so I`ve got to blast
Will I flash... Not...
As I`m not playing with you motherfuckers the casket drops
You bastards not gon` assassinate the name I got
Ya`ll hear me though
Young Hov got the block on smash
And everybody and their momma want to stop my cash
Everybody want drama with the top of the brass
`Til I come through hop out the cab
1-8-7 they ass

[Bridge]
(Stop) Somebody `gon (Drop) Ya`ll hear me though...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Young Hov got the game in a frenzy
Twenty million sold all independently
So when you mention me
Make sure you got together your `semblies
Like "he`s the games J.F.Kennedy"
I started out I ain`t have no chimney
My ma was Santa Claus, well at least she pretended to be
`Til one night, well that`s if memory serves me correct I caught her under
the Christmas tree
Young Hov ain`t have no pops
Thank God man I had the block
Ya`ll hear me though
You young fucks got the game all wrong
This is my life man this ain`t no song
You ain`t livin` your rhymes out, you live at your mom`s house
In that tight-ass room, pullin` the cars out
And the mirror pointin` at your reflection, killing yourself
You American Pie, stop feeling yourself
Nigga, you just a worker, go deal yourself
Stop being a server, get a meal yourself
Where your heart at, all that yick-yack, ain`t nobody scared of your gats
We got bigger ones
How many niggas done shot at me shivering
They were so scared they ain`t hit me once
Young Hov `bout to go to the range
`Bout to work on perfecting my aim

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Stop [Intro: Swizz Beats] Swizzy...Beats... [Chorus] Aiyo I cannot (Stop), I will not (Stop) AS WE PROCEED [Verse 1] Young Hov got the block on smash Put the gun to the back and hop on some ass Nigga fresh-dressed and stay poppin` tags Put the (?) on the truck `for I drop the rag Bitches want to bring up the topic of my past It`s legendary in the hood how I got my cash I`m legendady in the hood so I got the mag And I`ve never been a fronter so I`ve got to blast Will I flash... Not... As I`m not playing with you motherfuckers the casket drops You bastards not gon` assassinate the name I got Ya`ll hear me though Young Hov got the block on smash And everybody and their momma want to stop my cash Everybody want drama with the top of the brass `Til I come through hop out the cab 1-8-7 they ass [Bridge] (Stop) Somebody `gon (Drop) Ya`ll hear me though... [Chorus] [Verse 2] Young Hov got the game in a frenzy Twenty million sold all independently So when you mention me Make sure you got together your `semblies Like "he`s the games J.F.Kennedy" I started out I ain`t have no chimney My ma was Santa Claus, well at least she pretended to be `Til one night, well that`s if memory serves me correct I caught her under the Christmas tree Young Hov ain`t have no pops Thank God man I had the block Ya`ll hear me though You young fucks got the game all wrong This is my life man this ain`t no song You ain`t livin` your rhymes out, you live at your mom`s house In that tight-ass room, pullin` the cars out And the mirror pointin` at your reflection, killing yourself You American Pie, stop feeling yourself Nigga, you just a worker, go deal yourself Stop being a server, get a meal yourself Where your heart at, all that yick-yack, ain`t nobody scared of your gats We got bigger ones How many niggas done shot at me shivering They were so scared they ain`t hit me once Young Hov `bout to go to the range `Bout to work on perfecting my aim [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Stop: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/2488.html Все тексты песен: Jay-Z » Jay-Z - Things That U Do » Jay-Z - Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) » Jay-Z - Soon You`ll Understand » Jay-Z - The City is Mine » Jay-Z - 22 Two`s » Jay-Z - Can I Get A... (Video Edit) » Jay-Z - The Bounce » Jay-Z - It`s Like That » Jay-Z - Can`t Knock the Hustle 12" » Jay-Z - Can I Get A... (Video Edit) » Jay-Z - Sprung soundtrack » Jay-Z - Moment of Clarity » Jay-Z - Come and Get Me » Jay-Z - Dirt Off Your Shoulder » Jay-Z - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life » Jay-Z - Hovi Baby » Jay-Z - Your Love » Jay-Z - If I Should Die » Jay-Z - Sunshine (feat. Babyface, Foxy Brown) » Jay-Z - Rap Game / Crack Game Рекомендуем скачать: » Фабрика - Про любовь » Филипп Киркоров - Немного жаль » Фрейдкин Марк - ПЕСНЯ ПРО КОСТЮ » Фактор2 - В плену » Филипп Киркоров - Я за тебя умру » Филипп Киркоров - Ты не одна » Фристайл - Белые ромашки » Фидошные песни - На мотив "Сим-сим, откройся" » Ф.Киркоров - Салма » Фристайл - Измученное сердце » Фристайл - Не говори мне "прощай" » Фактор2 - Здравствуй, дорогая мама » Фабрика - Не виноватая я » Феликс Даллада - Зачем я опять люблю... » Филипп Киркоров - Остывшие сердца » Филипп Киркоров - Ночка-чародейка » Фабрика звезд-3 - На сиреневой луне (Саша Киреев+Олеся Яро » Федоров Виктор - Сны земли » Филипп Киркоров - Страна моя, тебе не до концертов » Ф.Киркоров - Песня черта
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