Bishop Lamont - No Stoppin' Carson lyrics
[Bishop Lamont - No Stoppin' Carson lyrics]
It's the A Team bitch since I signed on the
Dotted line e'rything switched
Dividends, french women's opinions
Eating habit's
Home and cell phone, a couple guns got added
Click clack for your muhfuckers mad at it
Blow out your 40 watt
A couple shots through your attic
You heard the disses and gossip
Hear me spit
No wonder niggas tried to stop it
But can't prevent what God has sent
Nigga the prophet
And when I say profit I mean e'ry dime
That's why I zoom through with
Something new every time
These rappers must be fags cause
I'm always on they mind
But who's still signed to Dre? So
I don't pay it no mind so fine
Nigga go ahead and hate B
I'm gettin' so hot, fuck it, I even hate me
I guess life sucks for any
Rapper that ain't me
Yeah that's right homie I get it poppin'
The CPT done hooked up with Carson
DA on the map now the whole hood hoppin'
Dre got my back so there ain't no stoppin'
See the automatic I can make magic
Abracadabra, wallah you a cadaver
Forget my gun, got a knife, I'll stab ya
You want to fight, catch fade, I'll jab ya
Avalon and Del Amo
Screaming out Carson everywhere that I go
Hang, do my thang where they bang, 1-9-0
In front of Del's Liquor
With Columbo the wino i know
Rappers think they can see me
Not even if a medium with Ouija
No way, the only way is if it's on TV
All day, parlay, bitches wanna please me
Fuck beef, I'd rather fuck bitches
Fuck gettin' even, I'm gettin' riches
Cause success is the best revenge
So gracias Dre, it's time to do it again
? foes secretly admire
And the number one reason
Most rappers gon' retire
My rims so big you can barely see the tire
Each bar a box of Red Hots, I spit that fire
Hock a lugie
Watch it eat through the concrete
I'm the reason all them potholes
Is in the street
Zip by with zip like a NASCAR
Welcome to the jungle every hood's Madagascar
Make a wrong turn
Nigga better have a fast car
I'm heavyweight, new champ thus far
Y'all featherweight, too light, can't spar
You write lowercase, rap sub par
I was rappin' like that when I
Used to play Ra God
I'm eons ahead of you peons
Get off my dick before you get peed on
I rep the team every player wanna be on
Dotted line e'rything switched
Dividends, french women's opinions
Eating habit's
Home and cell phone, a couple guns got added
Click clack for your muhfuckers mad at it
Blow out your 40 watt
A couple shots through your attic
You heard the disses and gossip
Hear me spit
No wonder niggas tried to stop it
But can't prevent what God has sent
Nigga the prophet
And when I say profit I mean e'ry dime
That's why I zoom through with
Something new every time
These rappers must be fags cause
I'm always on they mind
But who's still signed to Dre? So
I don't pay it no mind so fine
Nigga go ahead and hate B
I'm gettin' so hot, fuck it, I even hate me
I guess life sucks for any
Rapper that ain't me
Yeah that's right homie I get it poppin'
The CPT done hooked up with Carson
DA on the map now the whole hood hoppin'
Dre got my back so there ain't no stoppin'
See the automatic I can make magic
Abracadabra, wallah you a cadaver
Forget my gun, got a knife, I'll stab ya
You want to fight, catch fade, I'll jab ya
Avalon and Del Amo
Screaming out Carson everywhere that I go
Hang, do my thang where they bang, 1-9-0
In front of Del's Liquor
With Columbo the wino i know
Rappers think they can see me
Not even if a medium with Ouija
No way, the only way is if it's on TV
All day, parlay, bitches wanna please me
Fuck beef, I'd rather fuck bitches
Fuck gettin' even, I'm gettin' riches
Cause success is the best revenge
So gracias Dre, it's time to do it again
? foes secretly admire
And the number one reason
Most rappers gon' retire
My rims so big you can barely see the tire
Each bar a box of Red Hots, I spit that fire
Hock a lugie
Watch it eat through the concrete
I'm the reason all them potholes
Is in the street
Zip by with zip like a NASCAR
Welcome to the jungle every hood's Madagascar
Make a wrong turn
Nigga better have a fast car
I'm heavyweight, new champ thus far
Y'all featherweight, too light, can't spar
You write lowercase, rap sub par
I was rappin' like that when I
Used to play Ra God
I'm eons ahead of you peons
Get off my dick before you get peed on
I rep the team every player wanna be on