CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Can’t Be Stopped
Yeah
La música de Harry Fraud
My n*gga Larry J
All the way from the Bay
What’s hannin’?
Cortez like we weirdos (Weirdos)
See, the shoes with the spikes, I don’t wear those (Wear those)
He got painted fingernails like a weirdo (Weirdo)
Spit game, talk sh*t in her earlobe (Like a pimp)
Dress her up, give her game – how I gear hoes (What it is)
f*ck haters, f*ck opps, I don’t fear those (How it is)
Got God on my side, that’s my real bro
Tell the homie come out, like I’m here, bro (Like I’m here, bro)
b*tch lyin’ on a P, like I guess so (Lyin’ ass)
See, the life of a P is so stressful (So stressful)
They gave the homie fifteen, that’s a stress though (For real)
I had to get out the game, I can’t trust hoes (Nah)
b*tch, I’ve been from the gang, like my Chucks on (Chucks on)
Talk sh*t ‘bout the gang, you bet bust- on
Bon Bonerie, double-o – James Bond (Double-o)
Bon Bonerie, double-o – James Bond (07)
See, the birds fly to me like a scarecrow (Scarecrow)
In the field all day like a scarecrow (Scarecrow)
Old-school high tops with the Velcro (Straps)
Got a different type of hustle, I don’t sell nun’
I need it, I want it, I can’t be stopped (Can’t be stopped, b*tch)
She choosin’, she lookin’, she out of pock- (You out of pocket, hoe)
She f*cked up, she know it, I’m finna knock (Finna knock her)
Real P gon’ send her (Send the b*tch)
This sh*t don’t stop (It don’t stop, hoe)
I liked it a lot, so I bought the whip
I was on foot when I caught the b*tch
How you doin’? My name is Larry
I sip orange juice, and I’m steady mashin’
Hey, b*tch, hand me that muf*ckin’ car key
I gotta make move
Narks out heavy, so I gotta play it smoove
The b*tch asked for money, then I turned to a Jew
b*tch, didn’t I just buy your ass some new shoes?
I take apart the rental car, then put it back together
by Larry, the boy so clever
I’m walkin’ like this, ‘cause the boof kinda heavy
She put it in my hand, when I walked in the ‘telly
All I got is game for a punk rock b*tch
Six months in the game, and I got rich
My life is fast, and so is my whips
My life a trip, my diamonds hit
Yeah
I need it, I want it, I can’t be stopped (Can’t be stopped, b*tch)
She choosin’, she lookin’, she out of pock- (You out of pocket, hoe)
She f*cked up, she know it, I’m finna knock (Finna knock her)
Real P gon’ send her (Send the b*tch)
This sh*t don’t stop (It don’t stop, hoe)
Man
Groovy
Man
Numbers
Yes, Lord
b*tch, hand me that water
sh*t!
La música de Harry Fraud
My n*gga Larry J
All the way from the Bay
What’s hannin’?
Cortez like we weirdos (Weirdos)
See, the shoes with the spikes, I don’t wear those (Wear those)
He got painted fingernails like a weirdo (Weirdo)
Spit game, talk sh*t in her earlobe (Like a pimp)
Dress her up, give her game – how I gear hoes (What it is)
f*ck haters, f*ck opps, I don’t fear those (How it is)
Got God on my side, that’s my real bro
Tell the homie come out, like I’m here, bro (Like I’m here, bro)
b*tch lyin’ on a P, like I guess so (Lyin’ ass)
See, the life of a P is so stressful (So stressful)
They gave the homie fifteen, that’s a stress though (For real)
I had to get out the game, I can’t trust hoes (Nah)
b*tch, I’ve been from the gang, like my Chucks on (Chucks on)
Talk sh*t ‘bout the gang, you bet bust- on
Bon Bonerie, double-o – James Bond (Double-o)
Bon Bonerie, double-o – James Bond (07)
See, the birds fly to me like a scarecrow (Scarecrow)
In the field all day like a scarecrow (Scarecrow)
Old-school high tops with the Velcro (Straps)
Got a different type of hustle, I don’t sell nun’
I need it, I want it, I can’t be stopped (Can’t be stopped, b*tch)
She choosin’, she lookin’, she out of pock- (You out of pocket, hoe)
She f*cked up, she know it, I’m finna knock (Finna knock her)
Real P gon’ send her (Send the b*tch)
This sh*t don’t stop (It don’t stop, hoe)
I liked it a lot, so I bought the whip
I was on foot when I caught the b*tch
How you doin’? My name is Larry
I sip orange juice, and I’m steady mashin’
Hey, b*tch, hand me that muf*ckin’ car key
I gotta make move
Narks out heavy, so I gotta play it smoove
The b*tch asked for money, then I turned to a Jew
b*tch, didn’t I just buy your ass some new shoes?
I take apart the rental car, then put it back together
by Larry, the boy so clever
I’m walkin’ like this, ‘cause the boof kinda heavy
She put it in my hand, when I walked in the ‘telly
All I got is game for a punk rock b*tch
Six months in the game, and I got rich
My life is fast, and so is my whips
My life a trip, my diamonds hit
Yeah
I need it, I want it, I can’t be stopped (Can’t be stopped, b*tch)
She choosin’, she lookin’, she out of pock- (You out of pocket, hoe)
She f*cked up, she know it, I’m finna knock (Finna knock her)
Real P gon’ send her (Send the b*tch)
This sh*t don’t stop (It don’t stop, hoe)
Man
Groovy
Man
Numbers
Yes, Lord
b*tch, hand me that water
sh*t!
