CRS

CRS - Don't Stop! lyrics

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<i>[Pharrell:]</i>

Explain yourself, how you sound like me?

The motherfucking skateboard P

Knowing that your mee lo

Playing games like you're cee-lo

In a tight situation like speedo's

You can have it your way like Carlito

My nigga will be happy to give you torpedos

And have you car twisted like a blunt

For you faggot ass niggas that like to front

I'm on some BBC bape shit

I'm on some cake shit

In the kitchen with the heat making beats in my apron

You hating and you want to erase it

Close your eyes when you know you can't take it

My flow interupts your homeostasis

I Rolls Royce it on a regular basis

You talk street shit it sound like sweet shit

Straight liquorice you niggas sound ticklish

80k large for the Hermes dream

Coke n crop in all your magazines

Hunger strike yourself, look like Celine

Dion, me and my niggas like frion

You bitches on my pecan bitch

She got an ass you can eat on

Try to play tough like the leather on a Vuitton

I hit it til I could seat on

Try to get her freak on

Ask me to R Kelly ya and get pee'd on

I said it ain't me maam

That 8 behind me still got the burner

Yes the enzo is stilll black like Sojourner

Truth, I mighta just loosened a tooth

Spittin' what I did in the booth

I'm out, pooof!

<i>[Lupe Fiasco:]</i>

Carrera, raised in a teenage mutant ninja turtle era

Waanna bear n tell the truth, I dare ya

Ya lie, so eat these whole bottle of these jalapeno peppers

For terror made in america too live

Fuck the property or give me my props properly

High off life this high technology, DeVry

I rep Muhammad Ali more like rapology

My policy's not to be dishonestly deprived

So gimme that, gimme that, keep going

Where my city at, I'm like steak and fries but never die

They wanna Ghostface wanna be me

But they will post haste follow me into the after life

That means you going right after I've

But I'm the hero sort of like Jack Sparrow

So some way some how I have survived

Ha ha surprised

Who is he that we see coming over the tides

In a speed boat, boat load of pride

Full of rum, dress shirted and mastermind tie

He what happens when rappping and fashion collide

So OMG is the "C" from the C-R-S LOL'ing at you haters

Tell your BFF's like

<i>[Kanye West:]</i>

Yes, MR West turn that new child rebel

Loud as a badass child level

Who need a chorus we through with a tyrannosaurus

Tyrone it's been a year with no phone

Could you explain how high is your zone

We'll take the plane rub his nose in cocaine

There's hoes in magazines you lame sayin you lame

And for the hate in advance, pull down your pants

Make 'em kiss both cheeks like we living in France

Diamonds blue, business manager's Jewish

And if I get sued my lawyers Jews

Some girls do, grab the cojones

Say you got enough diamonds to at least Sierra Loan-us

Brand new ferrari's I gotta make the donuts

C-R-S is like a hip hop Chris's bonus

Niggas is hating on the internet I couldn't tell

I was too busy rapping GOOD as hell

I was too busy flying, parasail!

Tell collect to get the new shit that Paris sell

Tarantino, Da Vinche, gettin' Benji's, get half off Fendi

Half of that's to Cindy's

Hoped out the spaceship on my Mork and Mindy

Popped too many corks to let you dork's offend me

Props in New York but Chi town's the city

Get my city hoochie's Gucci, Monica Bellucci's

Are those the real millionnaires or the bendi's?

I'm so ultra I'm even over Oprah

But let me check your account, haha no sir

Don't stop, don't stop...

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