Nas, Tha Dogg Pound - Don't Stop, Keep Goin' lyrics

Yeah! This the original right here
Ya know what I mean? Fuck Death Row!
We gon' give it to ya like this
Wit' my nigga Nas, ya know what I mean?
Daz and Kurupt featurin' Nas
Y'all didn't know that, huh?
We gon' keep it goin' like that
Ya know what I mean? Keep goin', yeah!

We won't stop, bitch, niggas keep goin'
We won't stop, bitch, niggas keep goin'
On and on, on and on
On and on and on and on and on and on and on

Who mashes wit' da crazy
Illest niggas in town!? (I do)
Killin' willingly
Who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block corners
Avenues and drives (Ah hah)
It's about time, the mashin' has arrived


(Fuck Death Row) i take you on a mission
Be on a mission of packin' steel
Steadily givin' no niggas no passes on livin'
I spend major loot on khaki suit's (Ah hah)
Nike's and Croaker Sacks and sweatsuit's
And leather boots
I box niggas twice my size
I bust wit' a fo'-five
Look you in yo' eye and blast
And make the party live
I'm in the unusual, crucial life so nigga
Pay attention when I come thru
For you and ya crew
It's just a man and his music
I ain't afraid to use it
Bruise you bad (Sucka)
What confusion? I mean
It's useless to step to this (Ah hah)
Nas, Kurupt we dangerous (Woooo)
Contendin' mental murderers
And ain't afraid to diss (Ha ha)

The golden child shot that ass up
'cause you was holdin' out
Let the streets be the courts
And corners hold the trial
Fatal, not fictitious
I rocked the cable '86's
Foreign cars, young with crazy bitches
Mad smoke makes me able to quote
Solicitin' ill editions of the
Murder he wrote
A provocative plan can bring a
Knot to my hand
As the pyramids that stand on
The top of the sand
I want G's, numerous seeds and real weed
I'm pleadin' guilty like Bob Marley
The weed killed me
I intercourse verbally, poetic perjury
To copy words of me leads to
Murder in the third degree
I learned to live life fast
(Woooo! Woooo! Woooo! Woooo)
So I can count very large amounts of cash
With Kurupt, Tha Pound and Daz
I'm Nasty, Nas be large but not flashy
Laid up in the cut
Dipped up like where the stash be

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)

Well, it's that seventeen shot Glock cock it
The block rock
Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chop
Finally televised Kurupt, Daz and Nas
Lethal wit' mics like guns, bats and knives
Those who oppose are my foes
All stand in rows
Deadliest MC across the globe Kurupt Capone
I packs heat when it's cold
Too much pressure makes ya fold
So lo' and behold
While you waitin' for the poetical Satan
Creatin' slaughters
Runnin' thru camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath
And bust 'til there's no one left
Who goes against the program? I'm
The Man like Meth
I don't trust ya, the second I get a chance
I'mma bust ya
No matter where, you could be in Russia
I'mma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mask

Wit' da limited edition classic
Rhymes that'll diss ya
Down to battle 'til the end, nigga
Fuck bein' friends!
Now, who wanna out scrap me?
Now, who wanna out match me?
For whatever I got
They plottin' to harass me
Be Illmatic, wit' automatic and the yes
Tha Kingpin and Dat Nigga Daz top status!
Cashin' over some passin' askin' for shit
Straight mashin' for asses on
Questions for bustin'
And I love cussin'! (Say what? Say what?)
And destruction as much as I love fuckin'
(Ah hahhh) the fanatic addict is back
To accumulate the wack
Put 'em back in the bucket
Let 'em float and never, ever come back
I catch contact from cigarettes
Plug me up wit' style, it's embellishment
To have confidence and conquer the world
In a hour and a half
Be careful what happens! Nigga
You do not wanna feel the wrath
I laugh, strive for paper
I'd hate to be the example
To trample all the fakes
Who wanna claim to be down wit' Tha Pound
But really ain't? (Dogg Pound)
Come around
Be found to awake theyself at they wake
The mistake is diss for
Confidence makes me relevant
Niggas be watchin' and seein' what
I be tokin' wit' (Who dat!?)
The strap'll make you into powder
Turn a sweet MC sour
Devour your whole crew to prove
That you a coward! Don't stop! Keep goin'!
Don't stop! Keep goin', goin'!
Don't stop! (Stop)

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 diamond Lazarus
I rap fabulous
Loaded gat stays strapped to cap cabbages
Jesus Christ, I piece it right on the time
Interludes vary like illusions in the mind
Destruction on the black planet
I crack granite
Bourgeois repertoire, rude and bad mannered
Heavy caliber clicker, Hennessy babysitter
Mercedes, three-eighties
A crew of crazy niggas
With the biggest reputation, and livest names
Cliques kickin' accusations on 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 yo' section
East West connection

Don't stop, I keep goin'
I don't stop, nigga, I keep goin'
And we sayin' to all y'all
Death Row bitch-ass niggas
Y'all just keep hoein'!
Don't stop don't stop
Fuck Death Row! Fuck Suge Knight!
Y'all pick dat album up dat Nigga Daz!
You bitch-ass niggas!