Won't Stop
1. Rudebrat Lyrics
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Babylon come but they undercover
They never really want me stop sell ganja
(They just wanna take a cut of what you make so far)
But I'm not having it, I load the SLR
Pack the ganja boom They break down the door
Pop-pop T'ree shots, exchanged at close range
Out of three Babylon, me hit one in the brain
I exchanged four shots, I drop and feel pain
but I'm not hit, into the bathroom I crawl
I look out the window, it's a one story fall
I'm falling, hit the ground and start crawling
Soon I'm walking 'round, blending in with the crowd
Another day, I got away, I gotta fix this problem someday
But the very next day
Can't stop, won't stop selling mad izm
All competition I gots to get wit 'em
Me nah go jail and me nah go prison
(Take it to his face kid, dis him)
Can't stop, won't stop selling mad izm
All competition I gots to get wit 'em
Me nah go jail and me nah go prison
(Take it to his face kid, dis him)
I'm in another herb gate like a superstar
Eleven A.M., things are safe so far
I used to worry 'bout the competition on the block
But now the competition on the block is the cops
And even block watch doesn't know where we lay
Well ("Open up It's the D.E.A.")
Aww man, just when I went for more lead
The door opens up, I got a glock to my forehead
("Get down Get on the floor") I felt the stick, I thought I was dead
But I woke up instead in a cell laying on my bed
I lay back down, then I heard the crack sound
Two D.T.'s came in and laid they glocks down
One was whistling a love song, as he put some gloves on
I thought to myself, damn something's wrong
Boom bap Boom bap against my head
I fell back on the bed, down to his feet
The pain was insane but the hit was sweet
Cause these dumb-ass cops punched me right by the heat
The glock, two shots, three shots they screaming
Then someone said ("Hey wake up kid, you're dreaming")
I said, "Yo dreaming? That nightmare was hell"
But as I look around, I was still in my cell
Damn, I got myself caught up in a jam
The D.T. that woke me up was like, WHAT?
I wiped the saliva, off my mouth
The D.T. said.. ("Let's make a deal") No doubt
No question, now we started up the session
No need for guessing, yes they want my supplier
I said, what makes you think there's anyone higher?
He said.. ("Don't be a God damned liar")
You killed three D.T.'s yesterday, you heard me
But still the cops you knocked off yea was dirty
Now the whole investigation is federal
We want you to point out, the rest of the cops that are criminal
He continued to say, you can't think it through
This whole drug game is BIGGER than you
Follow our plan man and you'll be free
Let me explain one thing so you can see, we
Can't stop, won't stop selling mad izm
All competition I gots to get wit 'em
Me nah go jail and me nah go prison
(Take it to his face kid, dis him)
Can't stop, won't stop selling mad izm
All competition I gots to get wit 'em
Me nah go jail and me nah go prison
(Take it to his face kid, dis him)
Now I'm back in the herb gate, all wired up
Constantly thinking about being tied up
Snap out of it, I'm thinking, "Damn we like elves
The federal and local cops got wars with themselves
and I'm in the middle, and can't solve the riddle.
My nose is runny" ("Let me get a 20")
A 20 of the green or a 20 of the brown?
("Gimme the whole pound, clown, or duck down")
God damn, God damn, here we go again
But this time I'm set up by my federal friend
Suddenly I hear ("Yo, move from the door")
Followed by the shot sounded like a four-four
After the violence, then there was silence
Then I heard.. ("Hey yo it's us, open up the door")
But rule number one in this game is self-reliance
So I picked up the mini-mac in case they wanted more
The door opened up, the feds said what up?
They was sticking you up, so they had to get bucked
Suddenly a sense of trust came over me
I thought to myself, "Well soon I'll be free"
But as I turned around, I heard the gun go click
I said wait, but it was too late
The lyrics to Rudebrat's song "Won't Stop" tell a story about a drug dealer who is constantly pursued by the police, but he refuses to quit selling cannabis. The song starts with the singer selling cannabis when the police raid him. In a fight, the dealer manages to hit one officer, and he escapes through the bathroom window. The next day, he resumes selling his product, and he thinks that he hasn't been caught yet. However, the police eventually catch him and offer him an opportunity to turn on his associates and become a witness for them. The singer agrees, but he is double-crossed, and he ends up getting shot.
Line by Line Meaning
Open a the herb gate selling pure ganja
I begin selling marijuana from a hidden location
Babylon come but they undercover
The authorities are trying to stop me, but they are not being honest
They never really want me stop sell ganja
The authorities do not want me to stop selling marijuana but rather want a cut of my profits
(They just wanna take a cut of what you make so far!)
The authorities are only interested in taking a portion of my earnings
But I'm not having it, I load the SLR
I am prepared to defend myself and my business with a loaded rifle
Pack the ganja boom! They break down the door
After preparing myself, the authorities break down my door
Pop-pop! T'ree shots, exchanged at close range
A quick exchange of fire occurs at close quarters
Out of three Babylon, me hit one in the brain
In the exchange of shots, I successfully hit one of the authorities in the head
Pop-pop! Two shots hit the window pane
Two shots fired by the authorities hit the window
I exchanged four shots, I drop and feel pain
I exchange four more shots but am hit and begin to feel pain
but I'm not hit, into the bathroom I crawl
Even though I am in pain, I am not seriously injured and crawl to the bathroom
I look out the window, it's a one story fall
I consider jumping out of the window to escape, but the fall is not severe
I'm falling, hit the ground and start crawling
Despite jumping out of the window, I am not seriously hurt and begin crawling away
Soon I'm walking 'round, blending in with the crowd
I am able to blend in with the crowd and escape unnoticed
Another day, I got away, I gotta fix this problem someday
I have escaped this situation, but I know I need to find a long-term solution
But the very next day
The next day
Can't stop, won't stop selling mad izm
I continue to sell marijuana despite the risks
All competition I gots to get wit 'em
I need to compete with all other marijuana vendors
Me nah go jail and me nah go prison
I refuse to go to jail or prison
(Take it to his face kid, dis him!)
I am encouraged to confront those who might try to stop me
I'm in another herb gate like a superstar
I am selling marijuana from another hidden location and feel like a superstar
Eleven A.M., things are safe so far
It is 11 am and I have not encountered any issues so far
I used to worry 'bout the competition on the block
I used to be concerned about competing marijuana vendors on my street
But now the competition on the block is the cops
Now, my competition is the authorities who are trying to stop me
And even block watch doesn't know where we lay
Even those who watch the neighborhood do not know where I am hiding
Well ("Open up! It's the D.E.A.!")
The DEA is trying to enter my location
Aww man, just when I went for more lead
Of course, this happens when I am about to reload my gun
The door opens up, I got a glock to my forehead
The door opens and I am held at gunpoint
("Get down! Get on the floor!") I felt the stick, I thought I was dead
I am ordered to get on the floor and feel like I might be killed
But I woke up instead in a cell laying on my bed
I wake up in jail instead of being killed by the authorities
I lay back down, then I heard the crack sound
I lay back down and hear a loud noise
Two D.T.'s came in and laid they glocks down
Two detectives enter and put their guns down
One was whistling a love song, as he put some gloves on
One detective whistles a love song while donning gloves
I thought to myself, damn something's wrong
I realize that something is not right
Boom bap! Boom bap against my head
I am hit against the head
I fell back on the bed, down to his feet
I fall back on the bed and to the detective's feet
The pain was insane but the hit was sweet
Being hit was painful, but I took satisfaction in the fact that the detective was dirty
Cause these dumb-ass cops punched me right by the heat
I am punched near my gun
The glock, two shots, three shots they screaming
The detectives fire guns, causing chaos
Then someone said ("Hey wake up kid, you're dreaming!")
Someone tells me that I am dreaming
I said, "Yo dreaming?! That nightmare was hell"
I dispute the idea that I was dreaming
But as I look around, I was still in my cell
Despite the chaos, I am still in jail
Damn, I got myself caught up in a jam
I realize that I am in a difficult situation
The D.T. that woke me up was like, WHAT?!
The detective who woke me up is surprised that I am awake
I wiped the saliva, off my mouth
I wipe my face
The D.T. said.. ("Let's make a deal") No doubt!
The detective offers to make a deal
No question, now we started up the session
We begin negotiating
No need for guessing, yes they want my supplier
The authorities want to know who my supplier is
I said, what makes you think there's anyone higher?
I question the idea that there is someone above me
He said.. ("Don't be a God damned liar!")
The detective challenges me not to lie
You killed three D.T.'s yesterday, you heard me
I am accused of killing three detectives the day before
But still the cops you knocked off yea was dirty
The detectives I killed were corrupt
Now the whole investigation is federal
The investigation of my dealings is now at the federal level
We want you to point out, the rest of the cops that are criminal
The authorities want me to identify other corrupt detectives
He continued to say, you can't think it through
The detective argues that I cannot solve this problem on my own
This whole drug game is BIGGER than you!
The detective emphasizes that the drug business extends beyond me
Follow our plan man and you'll be free
The authorities offer a solution and promise my freedom
Let me explain one thing so you can see, we
The detective wants to explain the situation to me
Now I'm back in the herb gate, all wired up
I am back to selling marijuana, but am anxious
Constantly thinking about being tied up
I am worried about being caught again
Snap out of it, I'm thinking, "Damn we like elves!
I try to snap out of my anxiety and think about the situation logically
The federal and local cops got wars with themselves;
The federal and local law enforcement agencies are in conflict with each other
and I'm in the middle, and can't solve the riddle.
I am caught in the middle of the conflict and cannot figure out a solution
My nose is runny" ("Let me get a 20!")
My nose is running and someone asks me for a small amount of marijuana
A 20 of the green or a 20 of the brown?
I am asked if the person wants marijuana or heroin
("Gimme the whole pound, clown, or duck down!")
The person jokes about buying the entire supply or running away
God damn, God damn, here we go again
I am frustrated with the situation and the risks involved
But this time I'm set up by my federal friend
I realize that the federal authorities have set me up
Suddenly I hear ("Yo, move from the door!")
I hear someone telling me to move away from the door
Followed by the shot sounded like a four-four
I hear a loud gunshot
After the violence, then there was silence
After the commotion, everything is quiet
Then I heard.. ("Hey yo it's us, open up the door!")
I hear someone I recognize telling me to open the door
But rule number one in this game is self-reliance
I know that I cannot rely on others and must look out for myself
So I picked up the mini-mac in case they wanted more
I pick up my gun in case the people at the door pose a threat
The door opened up, the feds said what up?
The federal authorities enter and greet me
They was sticking you up, so they had to get bucked
The authorities had to intervene to protect me from harm
Suddenly a sense of trust came over me
I begin to trust the federal authorities
I thought to myself, "Well soon I'll be free!"
I am confident that I will soon be cleared of charges
But as I turned around, I heard the gun go click
As I let my guard down, I hear the sound of a gun being cocked
I said wait, but it was too late
I try to react, but it is too late
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Larry Muggerud, Lawrence Krsone Parker
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
MD
I love this song, everywhere I go I listen to this song
John M
this is AWESOME!! nice beat
Bruno
i can't hate this music.. it's too good
Moffat Clarkson
wow! love the beats!
Rubén Gómez
Está bastante chida la rola
Manuel Rosario
Pensé que era el único que hablaba español y que escuchaba estás canciones de hace años. 😃
Struggle
FINALLY !!! SOME GUD MUSIC
cerpintaxt20
more shit like this? this goes hard as fuck.
L12
brutal for my poppin dancing :)
Dave Walker
I need 2 rebuild my car sound system after listening to that. This is orsum.