It Don't Stop (Hip Hop Classic) - Kris Kross

Funky fresh on the motherfuckin' microphone, bitch And it don't stop to the beat, baby Oakland, California is in the house, bitch I tell you, nobody does it better than Too Short I got so many raps, I know you can't have more 'Cause I grew up on the mic, I spent my whole life Writin' raps, late at night And I never would make no fake LP's Sucker MC's don't make no G's They make weak, weak raps and need to quit Twenty-two songs and only three on hit Frontin' on me like you want some Better sell a million records, go platinum 'Cause I wouldn't waste my time on a one-rap rapper You wanna get with me, you gotta climb that ladder But you ain't nothin' but a joke Rappers make money, tell me why are you broke? We get paid like a motherfucker and we get A brand-new house full of brand-new shit A brand-new car in my brand-new driveway I always keep the top down on the highway Too Short, baby, known everywhere Had a life-long dream to be a player Way too cold at a younger age It was everyday, just make that pay Twelve years later, you're still in the game And you never talk down on a player's name 'Cause I'm Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short You see, I'm fresh like always with funky beats I say what's up to the brothers on 10th Street It's goin' down in the Oakland town Home of the infamous Too Short sound So keep your jealous-ass thoughts in your diary And if you're lookin' for a leader, you can hire me And if your so-called boss don't pay The only thing you need to say Is "I quit, I'm through with you" Pack up your raps and join the Dangerous Crew We got more beats than the average Joe And a twenty-four-track studio So forget what you heard and we'll see it's on Oakland, California can't leave me alone 'Cause I'm the most rappin', most rhymin' Sold my drop-top but I'm still high-sidin' I'm Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short Now that I've established my career I wanna help some other brothers out here Hook'em up and let 'em make some dough Flip Benzes and turn out shows 'Cause Oakland got talent, fool MC's in elementary school Not to mention musicians and singers And Shorty B with his magical fingers We get funky like skunk weed Light it up, hit it and get keed This dope fiend beat will get you high If it don't go gold too soon, I'll cry If the bass ain't deep, somethin's wrong It must not be a real Too short song 'Cause the first thing I do when I make my tape Is drop a few kicks from my eight o eight And when my tapes hit the store, they sell so quick You can tell by my big fat royalty check It's just a dangerous thing when I'm on the mic And the local police don't even like The way we hit your town, it's so funny It's all about makin' big money So before I go, you should remember this Motherfuck you, damn shit-head bitch Cause I'm Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short

Oh, hm, mm, mm Ny, nyc From the Bronx straight down to the battery Sing, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Ny, nyc Westside, Eastside, gon' sing with me yes Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, ahNew York City (ny, ny), rock on (free and easy yeah) Chris Classic (and we), Deetown (yeah) Where we from (where we) New York, New York City, come on (on) New York, New York City, I'm home (home) New York, New York City, it's on (on), and you don't stop That's why (Refrain:) Ny, nyc (oh) From the Bronx straight down to the battery (yea) Sing, oh, oh, oh (uh huh) Oh, oh, oh (oh) Ny, nyc (New York City) Westside, Eastside, gon' sing with me (sing with me) yes Oh, oh, oh (ooh oh oh oh) (uh huh) Oh, oh, oh (yea ya) Straight from the city that never sleeps Ya'll remember, we got pride that runs deep, think september (uh) From the middle of Times Square to Harlem (Times Square to Harlem) (Harlem) To the Lower East Side (Lower East Side) not a problem we ride (we ride) Taxicabs, buses and trains (uh) Helicopters, to signatures for private planes (holla) But whatever you situation seems to be (uh huh) Situated in New York see home to me (that's right) Stuck in fit cross-town traffic (oh) Turn on your radio, listen to classic (uh huh) You got the subways crowded Got your earphones in In your own little world, no strangers been (nah) Nodding your head, people watching but it's alright Long days and long nights (word) Whether 5 in yhe morning, or 5 in the evening It don't matter, we breathing/rock on (It' don't matter, we breathing/rock on) (Refrain) Upton swagga with a Brooklyn flow (Brooklyn flow) But the mindset of Midtown does not know (does not know) (gotta learn) You gotta admit it's the city of dreams You gotta wake up to live them if you know what I mean, it's New York I know I shine in the lights of the city (yea, yea, yea) (uh, huh) Of the promise of a wonder of a mystery (oh, oh, oh, oh) (uh uh) Oh, anything you can dream, it can happen (yea, yea, yea) (Brooklyn, Queens) All the possi-bilities, are, everlasting (oo ooo oo oo ooo) (Uptown) Sing it wit' me New York New York, New York City, come on (on) New York, New York City, I'm home (home) New York, New York City, it's on (on), and you don't stop That's why Oh, Oh, Oh (Whoa oh ooo oh) New York, New York (New new new new new York) (Yea) Oh, oh, oh (whoa oh whoa oh) (uh huh) When It don't stop/no (When it don't stop no) Oh, oh, oh New York, New York (Sing it, sing with me it sing it) (New new new new new York) Ooh, oh, oh (Oooh yeaa) (Five boroughs) And you don't stop

하지 마 하지 하지 하지 하지 마 니가 그럴 때마다 미칠 것 같아 내 눈을 보며 살짝 웃어주면 달려가서 너를 안아버릴 것만 같아 하지 마 하지 하지 하지 하지 마 니 손길이 닿으면 미칠 것 같아 말할 때마다 내 팔을 살짝 잡아 돌아서서 꽉 안아버릴 것만 같아 (하지 마) 겨우 참고 있어 네가 아직은 아니라니까 쇼윈도 앞에 달라붙어 바라보고 있는 아이처럼 괴로워하며 (하지 마) 눈을 감고 있어 네가 너무 예뻐 보일 때마다 너는 내가 얼마나 힘든지 아는지 모르는지 Yeah 하지 마 하지 하지 하지 하지 마 니가 그럴 때마다 미칠 것 같아 내 눈을 보며 살짝 웃어주면 달려가서 너를 안아버릴 것만 같아 하지 마 하지 하지 하지 하지 마 니 손길이 닿으면 미칠 것 같아 말할 때마다 내 팔을 살짝 잡아 돌아서서 꽉 안아버릴 것만 같아 (하지 마) You're driving me crazy (하지 마) 더 이상 못 참을지 몰라 (하지 마) Please stop baby stop it (하지 마) 제발 (하지 마) 제발 (하지 마) 니가 한번 해봐 이게 할 수 있는 일인지 고문도 이런 고문이 없단 말이지 너는 해본 적이 없으니까 모르지만 인내심의 한계까지 매일 다다르지 안 예쁘면 몰라 그렇게 예쁘게 생겨 갖고 안 웃으면 몰라 생글생글 미소로 날 갖고 놀아 미치겠어 돌아버리겠어 나 매일 만나는데 차라리 안 보면 몰라 하지 마 하지 하지 하지 하지 마 니가 그럴 때마다 미칠 것 같아 내 눈을 보며 살짝 웃어주면 달려가서 너를 안아버릴 것만 같아 하지 마 하지 하지 하지 하지 마 니 손길이 닿으면 미칠 것 같아 말할 때마다 내 팔을 살짝 잡아 돌아서서 꽉 안아버릴 것만 같아 (하지 마) 점점 못 참겠어 너는 나를 친구라고 하면서 내 어깨에 팔을 두르고 내 팔짱을 끼고 걸어 미치겠어 난 (하지 마) 심장은 빨리 뛰고 얼굴은 자꾸 빨개지는데 아무렇지 않은 척 하기 이젠 너무나 힘들어 Yeah 너는 내 맘을 아니 모르니 남자를 고를 때 원래 이리 시간이 걸리니 이만하면 알잖아 왜 유난히 이러니 내가 너의 이상형과 그렇게 많이 다르니 나 정말로 아주 괜찮은 남자야 I'm a good boy 타석에 한 번만 세워주면 만루 포 너는 나에겐 숭례문보다 소중한 국보 그러니 기회를 줘 그게 내겐 가장 큰 축복 (하지 마) You're driving me crazy (하지 마) 더 이상 못 참을지 몰라 (하지 마) Please stop baby stop it (하지 마) 제발 (하지 마) 제발 하지 마 하지 하지 하지 하지 마 니가 그럴 때마다 미칠 것 같아 내 눈을 보며 살짝 웃어주면 달려가서 너를 안아버릴 것만 같아 하지 마 하지 하지 하지 하지 마 니 손길이 닿으면 미칠 것 같아 말할 때마다 내 팔을 살짝 잡아 돌아서서 꽉 안아버릴 것만 같아 (하지 마)

Yeah This like my fucking third song of the night And it's only 12:09 That's the right time, you know what I'm saying? (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) Stop it (whew), stop it (whew) Stop it (whew), stop it (whew) Stop it (whew), stop it (whew) Stop it (whew), stop it (whew) She blowin' my phone, ho (stop it) What do you want, ho? (Stop it) Pull up to my home, ho (stop it) Goin' though my phone, ho (stop it) She fuck with my partners (stop it) What is you on, ho? (Stop it) I don't fuck with you (stop it), bitch Nah, I don't fuck with a snitch But I'll fuck with a brick How the fuck the Glock got a switch? They asking how I made top of the list Bitch, I been workin' and workin' Pull up and shoot like a nursery Fishbowl lens and Burberry Pull up and point like Curry Big dog, eat pedigree I save that ho name on the slurpee Yeah, if I hit her phone Come quick, you know it's an еmergency She fallin' in lovе, I told that ho Stop it (whew), stop it (whew) Stop it (whew), stop it (whew) Stop it (whew), stop it (whew) Stop it (whew), stop it (whew) She blowin' my phone, ho (stop it) What do you want, ho? (Stop it) Pull up to my home, ho (stop it) Goin' though my phone, ho (stop it) She fuck with my partners (stop it) What is you on, ho? (Stop it) I don't fuck with you (stop it), bitch Hey I'm missin' the action I'm gone, just like the platypus, hey So many shots out the Glzzy, the 40 the Caliber, hey We tagging his block, yeah, we mark all the streets up, hey 22 M's in the bank, not in the mailbox She told me blondes do it better I wanna dye my hair so I do it better Ride with an A and a K, go ahead getting these letters, yeah And with a .4 and a .7, I'ma go and rat-tat-tat him You don't even want no smoke, boy Stop it (whew), stop it (whew) Stop it (whew), stop it (whew) Stop it (whew), stop it (whew) Stop it (whew), stop it (whew) She blowin' my phone, ho (stop it) What do you want, ho? (Stop it) Pull up to my home, ho (stop it) Goin' though my phone, ho (stop it) She fuck with my partners (stop it) What is you on, ho? (Stop it) I don't fuck with you (stop it), bitch

Прады и Габбаны не залечат раны мои Я хотела счастья, но его, увы, не купить Прады и Габбаны не залечат раны мои (мои) Я хотела счастья, но его, увы, не купить (не купить) Прады и Габбаны не залечат раны мои (мои) Я хотела счастья, но его, увы, не купить (не купить) А раньше даже солнце светило ярче И люди любили как-то иначе А мы без денег были богаты Часов не замечали и плевали на даты Сейчас всё поменялось В жизни большие планы Но мы на бренды счастье променяли А раньше улыбались Ловили моменты Теперь вся моя жизнь — Инстаграм и лента Снова я еду домой под Коржа Только он знает, о чём болит душа (о чём болит душа) Болит моя душа Прады и Габбаны не залечат раны мои (мои) Я хотела счастья, но его, увы, не купить (не купить) Прады и Габбаны не залечат раны мои (мои) Я хотела счастья, но его, увы, не купить (не купить) Вспомни, как стояли на перекрёстке В надежде, что дела наладятся после А вспомни, как друг друга мы отпускали Надеюсь, что ты счастлив, я тебя прощаю Мы разучились любить просто так Куда исчезла наша простота Из тех времён, когда без монеты и авто Могли всю ночь напролёт не думать о завтра Снова я еду домой под Коржа Только он знает, о чём болит душа Болит моя душа Прады и Габбаны не залечат раны мои Я хотела счастья, но его, увы, не купить (не купить) Прады и Габбаны не залечат раны мои (мои) Я хотела счастья, но его, увы, не купить (не купить)

Купидон выстрелил, но ранил либидо Ты кричишь мне про любовь, но там обида Вокруг тебя, как всегда, целая свита Ты со мной, ты со мной только, только для вида Птицы сбиваются в стаи, а сердце – с ритма Ты боишься правды, будто она ядовита Отпускаешь взгляд, когда стыдно – ты так воспитан Ты со мной опять про любовь только для вида Оставь её, её (ой, оставь) Оставь её, её (ой, оставь) Оставь её, её (ой, оставь) Оставь её Пальцы скользят по экрану, тема закрыта Можешь зализывать раны – роман финита Ты будешь ждать у подъезда, будто акита Ты со мной, ты со мной был только для вида Я затянусь и выдохну чувства без фильтра Всё, что было между нами – это коррида Твоего имени даже не будет в титрах Напоследок я улыбнусь только для вида Оставь её, её (ой, оставь) Оставь её, её (ой, оставь) Оставь её, её (ой, оставь) Оставь её