Songtext von Stop It

Yeah, this one of them joints right here....feel this.... I got the world in my world in my clutches Gettin' smoked, twirlin' dutches Jingle everywhere I go, girls wanna fuck this Fly guy, i'm'a die high smokin' my lye Be on the low, can't find me, why try? Ends I'm holdin' 'em Chumps with no dough? heads I'm rollin' 'em Sportin' cartier glass frames with the gold in 'em What, done it, cop the benz six hundred If I ain't gettin' blunted I'm probably in some chicks stomach Lustin', y'all ain't my girl, we only fuckin' Out two lifestyles on 'cause one joint be bustin' Shootin' thug sperm, what the deal boo Give you little welts and rug burns plus a meal too. Chorus - Hey yo, stop it, if y'all think y'all gon' make a profit, take ya eyes Off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in The closet, late night you might see me creepin' through your projects. (repeat)