Lupe Fiasco - Don't Stop! lyrics

rate me

Explain yourself, how you sound like me?

The motherfuckin' Skateboard P

Knowin' that you're me low, playin' games like Cee-lo

In them tight situations like Speedos

You can have it your way like Carlito

My niggas will be happy to give y'all torpedoes

And have your 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, makin' beats in my apron

You hate it, and you want to erase it

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

My flow interrupts your homeostasis

I Rolls-Royce it on a regular basis

You talk street shit, it sound like sweet shit

Straight licorice, you niggas sound ticklish

80K large for the Hermes dream

Purple Croc in all your magazines

Hunger strike yourself, look like Celine

Dion, me and my niggas like freon

Your bitches on my pecans, she got a ass you can eat on

Tryna play tough, like the leather on the recline

I hit it 'til I could seat on

Tryna get her freak on

Asked me to R. Kelly her

And get peed on, I said that ain't me, ma

The eight behind me, still got the burner

Yes, the Enzo is still black like Sojourner

Truth, I mighta just loosened a tooth

Spittin' what I did in the booth, I'm out, poof!

Carrera, raised in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle era

Water bearer tell the truth, I dare ya

You lie, so eat this whole bottle of these jalapeno peppers

The terror made in America, too live

Fuck the property, or give me my props properly

High off life, this high-technology, DeVry

Now, rap Muhammad Ali, more like rapology

My policy's not to be dishonestly deprived

So gimme that, gimme that, keep God, where my city at?

I'm like steak and fries, but never died

They wanna Ghostface Wallabee me

But they will posthaste follow me into the afterlife

That means you goin' right after I've

But I'm the hero, sorta like Jack Sparrow

So some way, somehow, I have survived

Ha, ha, surprise!

Who is he that we see comin' over the tides?

In a speedboat, boatload of pride

Fall Of Rome dress-shirted and the Mastermind tie

He what happens when rappin' and avant garde fashion collide

OMG, it's the C from the CRS

LOLing at you haters, tell your BFFs like...

Yes, Mr. West just turned that new child rebel

Loud as a bad-ass child level

Who need a chorus? We do it Tyrannosaurus

Tyrone, it's been a year with no phone

Could you explain how high is your zone?

We'll take a plane, rub his nose in cocaine

His ho's in magazines, you lames stay in your lane

And for the hate, in advance pull down your pants

Make 'em kiss both cheeks like we livin' in France

Diamonds bluish, business manager's Jewish

And if I get sued, my lawyers Jews

Some girls do grab the cojones

Said you got enough diamonds to at least Sierra loan us

Brand new Ferraris, I gotta make the donuts

CRS is like a hip-hop Christmas bonus

Niggas is hatin' on the Internet? I couldn't tell

I was too busy rappin' good as hell

I was too busy flying - parasail

Get Collette to get the new shit that Paris sell

Tarantino, da Vinci, gettin' Benji's

Get half off at Fendi, half of that's to Cindy's

Hopped out the spaceship, put my Mork in Mindy

Popped too many corks to let you dorks offend me

Props to New York, but Chi-town's the city

Give my city hoochies Gucci, Monica Bellucci's

Are those the real Millionaires or the bendies?

I'm so ultra I'm even over Oprah

Well, let me check your account - ha, ha, no sir!