We Ain't Stoppin' Lyrics

Whoa, whoa, the Big Tymers, nigga Who? Who? The Big Tymers, nigga Huh? Get it right
Bentley interior, I lay back on it Every time a nigga see me, it's a Kodak moment Now, I ain't the one to brag, nope But I bought myself a Hummer, my brother a Jag, for sure
I'm takin' all the hoes, and I'm makin' you mad, yeah You violate my household, I'm bustin' your ass Is you listenin'? Do you see my ice when it's glistenin'? 'Cause if you're with that baller blockin', niggas comin' up missin' then
I need a [unverified] to get right up in my new Prowler And put her lips tight on this pipe to suck out the problems Need a Rolex with princess cuts all at the bottom Need a kit with twenty-inches on the car that I'm drivin'
Went from dimes to quakes, to money like Bill Gates Doin' a-hundred on interstates in Hummers on thirty-eight's See, we are the CMB, my nigga Fresh, Baby, Hot Boys, and Wheezy Whee, my nigga, what?
Wherever it's poppin', we stoppin' But if it ain't hot then, we not then Wherever it's twurkin', we workin' She got to be slurpin', for certain
Project and hood rat bitch is who I like A bitch that's 'bout ridin', and goin' on flights What?
I met this bitch in Cabrini Green, a nasty hoe Liked that dick from the back and you could in her throat A bitch that's 'bout hustlin' and smugglin' work Head bustin' and thuggin' just like Turk
A wild bitch off Grave Street doin' her thing Big ass, big tits, and she loved eatin' ding-a-ling I need a black hoe, black hoe, one with the braids in her head Workin' with some ass that could give good head
Can't forget about this bitch up in Philly on Richard Island Freak-nasty bitch that's always swallowin' Stickin' to the G-Code, Ree's, and Girbauds Got hands and 'bout strappin', quick to beat a hoe Oops, almost forgot about Tasha up in the watts A hot girl for sure that stayed drop-me-like-it's-hot
Wherever it's poppin', we stoppin' But if it ain't hot then, we not then Wherever it's twurkin', we workin' She got to be slurpin', that's for certain
Bitch, I'ma be stun'n until the day I go, what? Bentley's and Hummers, and drop Di-a-blos, what? Runnin' with niggas that don't love no hoe, what? Platinum grill 'cause, bitch, I'm done with gold
Hey, now, you know it's Lil' Wheezy off the heezy Believe me, whoa Hot like pepper, slidin' out the Kompressor slow Me and your wife, slut, don't slam my door Cut on the lights, look how the damn watch glow
Hold up, Wayne, what You know what, Wayne, whoa I'ma get in this bitch and do donuts, man
Now wait, Bubble You gon' make me go buy a Grape Hummer And put my name in diamonds on the license plate, cousin
Now, peep me, slick I got a hoe out the project that eat the dick She a freaky bitch
Nigga, you know it's Iceberg, boy, straight off the block With the number-one stunna, and we blazin' hot What?
Wherever it's poppin', we stoppin' But if it ain't hot then, we not then Wherever it's twurkin', we workin' She got to be slurpin', for certain
Wherever it's poppin', we stoppin' But if it ain't hot then, we not then Wherever it's twurkin', we workin' She got to be slurpin', that's for certain