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(feat. Daz, Nas) {"Don't Stop" by Tha Dogg Pound beat} [Intro: Daz] Yeah, this the original right here ya know what I mean? With my nigga Nas, ya know what I mean Daz and Kurupt featuring Nas, y'all didn't know that huh? We gonna keep it goin' like that, ya know what I mean [Hook: Daz] Keep goin' yeah We won't stop bitch, niggaz keep goin' We won't stop bitch, niggaz keep goin' On and on, on and on, on and on and on and on and on and on and on [Verse One: Nas] The golden child shot that ass up 'cause you was holdin' out Let the streets be the courts, and court is holdin' trial Fatal not fictitious, I rocked the cable eighty-sixes Foriegn cars young with crazy bitches Mad smoke makes me able to quote, solicitin' ???????, murder he wrote A provacative plan, could bring a knot to my hand As the pyramids stand on the top of the sand I want cheese, numerous seeds and real weed Letras de cancionesI pleaded guilty, like Bob Marley the weed killed me I intercourse verbally, poetic purgery They copy words of me, leads to murder in the third degree I learned to live life fast So I could count very large amounts of cash with Kurupt, Tha Pound and Daz I Nasty, Nas be large but not flashy Laid up in the Cutt dipped up, like what the stash do [Hook: Nas (Daz)] Don't stop (don't stop), keep goin' (keep goin') Don't stop (don't stop), keep goin' (keep goin') Don't stop (don't stop), keep goin' (keep goin') Don't stop (don't stop), keep goin' (Kurupt) [Verse Two: Daz] Who mashes with the crazy illest niggaz in town? (I do) Killin' willingly, who got the right to make a sound My sound break block corners, avenues, and drives It's about time the mash in has arrived (Fuck Death Row) Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin' steel Steadily givin' on niggaz, no passes on livin' I spend major loot on kahki suits Nike's and Krokker Sacks and sweat suits, and leather boots I box niggaz twice my size, I bust with a four-five Look you in your eye and blast and make the party live I live the unusual crucial life So nigga pay attention when I come through for you and your crew It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it Use you bad (sucka!), like confusion, I mean it's useless To step to this, Nas, Kurupt we dangerous Contain the mental murderers, and ain't afraid of this [Hook: Daz] Don't stop, and keep goin' Don't stop keep goin' and goin', don't stop (stop!) [Verse Three: Nas] I be jewelin' like Julius To grab a mic it's cool, the mental sounds ludicrous For you to diss is hazardous, gold chain and daimond lazarus I rap fabulous, loaded gat stay strapped to cap cabbages Jesus Christ, I piece it right on the time Enter loose valley, like illusions in the mind Destruction on the black planet, I crack granite Booshwah repitoire, rude and bad handed Heavy caliber clicker, hennesy babysitter Mercedes, three-eighties, a crew of crazy niggaz With the biggest reputation, and livest names Clicks kickin' accusations, of private planes I might cash you chumps like change Over beats, Dat Nigga Daz made that pumps like veins Yo, we cussin', no parental discretion Testin' guns off in your section, East-West connection [Daz] Don't stop... From Letras Mania