Don't Stop
Seagram Lyrics


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[Talking - see-Bo]
First off we the mutha fuckin Thug Lords
Now for all you niggas bangin, that mutha fuckin West Coast like nigga?
YouknowhatI'msayin? And fa sho no lie
29th Street Crip Gang nigga, see-Bo holdin nothin back
Yukmouth, Spice 1 and we do it live, for the world it's still fuck off
You know what and we in that you knowhatI'msayin?
And this how we handle business, nigga
From the early 80's to these 2 G's, boy

[C-Bo]
Huh, We blaze em up with AK's, double my clip and we dip
Set trip and get hit, flip Crip or get zipped
Run with the Crips, catch me clumsy in the 6
6 rag invertable slide divertable, murder ya
Dead and gone never heard of ya
Now we stuffin lead in the crome, bout to hurt ya
Pack ya down in the earth, we put work in like Mad Dirt
Odainers twistin like the revolver or the earth
Fuck church, it's a must I burst and curse
Yeah I'm a West Coast Bad Boy but a thousand times worst
Dime piece, gun in her purse, one in her skirt
Cross me, bet ya life that my bitch burst
Got me lockin down the world for the North Pole
Too cold to hold lyrics froze my wrist and my hoes
Number one Thug Lord, fuck wit us!
I won't lie the whole world gonna rush wit us, tell em

[Chorus - Yukmouth and Spice 1]
Thug Lord niggas boss up and don't stop
Thugged out niggas boss up and don't stop
Thug Lord niggas boss up and don't stop
Thugged out niggas boss up and don't stop
Blow! Blada baba bo, blada baba bang bang
Spice, Yuk and Bo we do the damn thang
Blow! Blada baba bo, blada baba bang bang
Thug Lord niggas we do the damn thang

[Spice 1]
Nigga you listenin to the be -O-S-S-I-L-I-N-I
Yukmouth and see-Bo you know they label us born to die
But I pistol slap you and two niggas like 3 Stooges
Walk over to the bar and sip on Gin and juice
It's just the gangster in me, the thug in me
Mug in me and get yo fro pushed back like homie
You lil clown ass nigga walkin in bozo shoes
While my niggas out here doin hits, makin the news
What you think you gon' dodge these bullets like Matrix?
Like a condom, I even lay teck on a bitch
Now that's some cold shit, a low lick, a cold hit
Leave a nigga at a funeral cryin with no bitch
Some Thug Lord shit nigga shoot up ya coffin
Niggas cross game get murdered by bosses
Cost's yo mutha fuckin life when you play with the rules
They got a n-uh-nigga still singin the blues

[Chorus - Yukmouth and Spice 1]
Blow! Niggas boss up and don't stop
Thugged out niggas boss up and don't stop
Thugged out niggas boss up and don't stop
Thugged out niggas boss up and don't stop
Blada baba bo, blada baba bang bang
Thug Lord niggas we do the damn thang
Blow! Blada baba bo, blada baba bang bang
Spice, Yuk and Bo we do the damn thang

[Yukmouth]
Bitch, next up to bat, Yukmouth destroy the earth with rap
Imagine pain worse than that, my niggas coppin birds of crack
Servin track, cock back and burst the gat
I want my turf back, I hurt that, work that, twerk that
Rolex speed spot like Joe Pesci
AK ready, we deadly, bitch!
I'm like Hannibal, rector eat MC's for breakfast
I'm the hardest artist to sign to a label in Texas
Yes it's that nigga with the platinum grill full of princesses
Invisible set, straight up herbal molescents
In less than 60 seconds I kill em leavin em breathless
Don't fuck with bread, run outta state bit records
With chin checkers in Benz stretches who win cheddar
When fakers scramble liquid hands on niggas with vindettas
I'm like 10 fraredders bustin off at the same time
Payed rhymes, I kick shit off when it's game time

[Spice 1]
Blow! blow, blididat, blididat!
Blow, blow, blididat, blididat, blididat!
Blow, blow, blididat, blididat
Blididat, blididat blalalalat!
Blada baba bo, blada baba bang bang
Thug Lord niggas we do the damn thang
Blow! Blada baba bo, blada baba bang bang
Spice, Yuk and Bo we do the damn thang

[Brother Lynch]
I'm hittin niggas so hard with these you would need Jesus
believe these is yo last days I can see you cleavich
That's why I'm fuckin you with the 9 millimeter
And I feed a nigga with the heater, he was a long bleeder
And he taste good with fajitas, heat em up now eat
Member me? Nigga that be eatin raw meat
With tiger claw feet so it's easy to creep
You leave me no reason but to leave niggas bleedin
receive grievence with extra Season of the Sicc
I pick em off like Brock Marion
He kept starin so I took care of him, shot him up with heroin
Like malt liqour, to the liver hitter, to the river wit ya
Dip ya down deep, down deep
Where pirana heat they eat they meat
Heat up they seats, they seats with metal from the Southside ghetto
I swear I'll make why'all mutha fuckas yellow
Tired of diggin ditches like the GoodFellows
Not good with mellow, I keep the meat
Keep it hangin in the closet like pig feet
Delete, come with the

[Spice 1]
Blow! Blalat! Blow, blow, blow blididat
Blow! Blalalat! (ahah)
Blow! Blididat, blididat!




Blow, blow! Blalalalat! Blow (ahaha)
Blow!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Seagram's song Don't Stop are a typical representation of gangsta rap. The song is full of violent language and expletives that glorify crime, drug dealing, and gang activities. The rappers involved in the collaboration are C-Bo, Yukmouth, Spice 1, and Brother Lynch. Each of them takes a turn dropping lyrics that boast about their criminal activities and their Crip gang affiliations. C-Bo rhymes about using AKs, setting traps, and killing people. Spice 1 talks about pistol-slapping people, lays tecks on bitches, and guns in their purses. Yukmouth brags about destroying the earth with his rhymes, killing rappers, and running his turf. Brother Lynch describes his violent fantasies of using his 9mm to shoot people and feed them to piranhas, and other gruesome acts.


The rappers use creative language with rhymes and alliterations to make their lyrics more memorable and effective. They use words with the letter "B" and "L" to create sounds that emphasize their violent intent. The rappers allude to popular crime movies like the Goodfellas and the Matrix to add to the aggression and violence. The chorus is catchy and full of energy, urging listeners to keep going and not stop. Overall, the song is an aggressive, violent, and provocative piece of gangsta rap that glorifies crime and gang lifestyle.


Line by Line Meaning

Huh, We blaze em up with AK's, double my clip and we dip
We confidently use AK-47 rifles to shoot at our enemies, loading extra ammunition and quickly leaving the scene


Set trip and get hit, flip Crip or get zipped
If you challenge us or disrespect our gang, you will be attacked or even killed; if you switch sides from being a Crip, you might face the same fate


Run with the Crips, catch me clumsy in the 6
I associate myself with the Crips gang and sometimes find myself in dangerous situations, making mistakes or being clumsy while driving a convertible vehicle


6 rag invertable slide divertable, murder ya
I can effortlessly lower or raise the convertible roof of my car while sliding smoothly, and if necessary, I won't hesitate to cause harm or kill someone


Dead and gone never heard of ya
If you are killed, you will be forgotten and your existence won't matter


Now we stuffin lead in the crome, bout to hurt ya
We are loading bullets into our chrome (gun) and getting ready to cause harm or inflict pain on someone


Pack ya down in the earth, we put work in like Mad Dirt
We will bury you in the ground, as we are committed to our criminal activities and work hard like Mad Dirt (a term implying extreme dedication or productivity)


Odainers twistin like the revolver or the earth
Our enemies will experience torment or agony like the twisting motion of a revolver or even the Earth itself


Fuck church, it's a must I burst and curse
I have no regard for religious institutions, and it is necessary for me to express my anger and use profanity


Yeah I'm a West Coast Bad Boy but a thousand times worst
Although I may be associated with the West Coast Bad Boys, I am even more ruthless and dangerous than them


Dime piece, gun in her purse, one in her skirt
I am accompanied by an attractive woman who has a gun in her purse and another hidden in her skirt


Cross me, bet ya life that my bitch burst
If you cross or go against me, you can be certain that my female companion will react violently and potentially use her gun


Got me lockin down the world for the North Pole
I have authority and control over a vast region, symbolically spanning the entire world from the North Pole


Too cold to hold lyrics froze my wrist and my hoes
My lyrics are so impactful that they freeze not only my wrist (symbolizing my self-confidence) but also the admiration and loyalty of the women I interact with


Number one Thug Lord, fuck wit us!
I am the top-ranking Thug Lord, and it would be unwise for anyone to challenge or oppose us


I won't lie the whole world gonna rush wit us, tell em
I am not exaggerating when I say that the entire world will eagerly join and support us, spreading the message to others


Thug Lord niggas boss up and don't stop
Thug Lord individuals assert their dominance and do not cease their actions


Thugged out niggas boss up and don't stop
Individuals associated with a thug lifestyle continue to assert dominance and are relentless


Blow! Blada baba bo, blada baba bang bang
We forcefully strike back and make a loud impact, causing chaos and destruction


Spice, Yuk and Bo we do the damn thang
Spice, Yukmouth, and C-Bo are active and successful in their criminal activities


Nigga you listenin to the be -O-S-S-I-L-I-N-I
You are hearing the sounds and words of a boss, someone in a position of power and authority


Yukmouth and see-Bo you know they label us born to die
Yukmouth and C-Bo are recognized and branded as individuals destined to face death or a violent end


But I pistol slap you and two niggas like 3 Stooges
I will physically hit you with a gun in a manner similar to how the Three Stooges comedically hit each other, involving two additional people


Walk over to the bar and sip on Gin and juice
After assaulting someone, I casually go to a bar and leisurely enjoy a drink made with gin and juice


It's just the gangster in me, the thug in me
My actions are influenced by my inherently violent and criminal nature


Mug in me and get yo fro pushed back like homie
If you challenge or disrespect me, I will aggressively confront you and push your afro hairstyle backward


You lil clown ass nigga walkin in bozo shoes
You are a foolish, ridiculous person, resembling a clown, walking around in clown-like shoes


While my niggas out here doin hits, makin the news
While my associates are actively committing crimes and gaining attention in the media


What you think you gon' dodge these bullets like Matrix?
Do you believe you can skillfully evade being shot at, as if you are in the movie 'The Matrix'?


Like a condom, I even lay teck on a bitch
Similar to a condom being worn for protection during sexual intercourse, I am willing to use a gun on a woman


Now that's some cold shit, a low lick, a cold hit
Using a gun on a woman is considered merciless and ruthless, involving a calculated and unexpected attack


Leave a nigga at a funeral cryin with no bitch
I will leave a man grieving at a funeral, feeling lonely and without female companionship


Some Thug Lord shit nigga shoot up ya coffin
As a Thug Lord, I will order someone to shoot at your coffin during your funeral


Niggas cross game get murdered by bosses
Individuals who betray our gang or engage in actions against us will be killed by those in leadership positions


Cost's yo mutha fuckin life when you play with the rules
When you choose to ignore or break the rules, it will ultimately lead to the loss of your own life


They got a n-uh-nigga still singin the blues
The authorities or enemies have someone in custody who is still suffering and experiencing negative consequences


Bitch, next up to bat, Yukmouth destroy the earth with rap
I, Yukmouth, confidently step up to perform, using my rap skills to metaphorically cause destruction and chaos


Imagine pain worse than that, my niggas coppin birds of crack
Visualize excruciating agony, but also consider that my associates are acquiring large quantities of crack cocaine for sale


Servin track, cock back and burst the gat
We are selling drugs and simultaneously preparing our guns by pulling back the firearm's mechanical parts, then firing it rapidly


I want my turf back, I hurt that, work that, twerk that
I desire to regain control over my territory, feeling the pain of its loss, and I am willing to put in the effort, work hard, and even dance provocatively to achieve that


Rolex speed spot like Joe Pesci
I move quickly and efficiently, similar to how actor Joe Pesci performs in his roles


AK ready, we deadly, bitch!
We are armed with AK-47 rifles, making us extremely dangerous and capable of causing harm


I'm like Hannibal, rector eat MC's for breakfast
I compare myself to fictional character Hannibal Lecter, who consumes human flesh, and claim to destroy other rappers with ease


I'm the hardest artist to sign to a label in Texas
It is a challenge for record labels based in Texas to sign me as an artist, recognizing my reputation as a tough and uncompromising individual


Yes it's that nigga with the platinum grill full of princesses
I am the individual recognizable by my platinum dental grill adorned with diamonds, which symbolize the multiple women I am surrounded by


Invisible set, straight up herbal molescents
The diamonds in my grill are set in a way that makes them appear invisible, and I also indulge in aromatic substances made from herbs


In less than 60 seconds I kill em leavin em breathless
I can swiftly dispatch opponents in under a minute, causing them to die and cease breathing


Don't fuck with bread, run outta state bit records
It is unwise to mess with my money, as I will take aggressive actions and force individuals or record labels to leave the state


With chin checkers in Benz stretches who win cheddar
I associate with individuals who aggressively confront others, often causing physical harm, and we travel in stretched Benz vehicles, asserting our financial wealth


When fakers scramble liquid hands on niggas with vindettas
When individuals who are not genuine attempt to deceive or work against us, we respond with swift and forceful actions, seeking revenge


I'm like 10 fraredders bustin off at the same time
Similar to ten brothers, I am unleashing a barrage of gunfire simultaneously


Payed rhymes, I kick shit off when it's game time
I am well-compensated for my rhymes and I start making moves and taking action when it is time to compete or engage in criminal activities


I'm hittin niggas so hard with these you would need Jesus
I am violently attacking individuals with such force that you would require divine intervention from Jesus to recover


believe these is yo last days I can see you cleavich
I am convinced that these are your final moments alive, and I can clearly envision your destiny


That's why I'm fuckin you with the 9 millimeter
This is the reason I am sexually assaulting you with a 9mm handgun


And I feed a nigga with the heater, he was a long bleeder
I provide nourishment to a person using a hot gun barrel, resulting in them bleeding for an extended period


And he taste good with fajitas, heat em up now eat
He tastes delicious when paired with fajitas, so I apply more heat to him and encourage others to consume him


Member me? Nigga that be eatin raw meat
Do you remember me? I am the person known for consuming uncooked animal flesh


With tiger claw feet so it's easy to creep
I have the ability to move silently and inconspicuously due to my tiger-like feet with sharp claws


You leave me no reason but to leave niggas bleedin
You give me no choice but to injure or harm others, causing them to bleed


receive grievence with extra Season of the Sicc
If you cause harm or trouble for me, you will face additional punishment or retaliation in the form of extreme violence


I pick em off like Brock Marion
I eliminate or kill individuals in a manner similar to how Brock Marion, a former football player, would intercept passes during games


He kept starin so I took care of him, shot him up with heroin
Because he continued to stare at me with intense focus, I addressed the situation by injecting him with heroin, likely leading to his death


Like malt liqour, to the liver hitter, to the river wit ya
Similar to the effect of strong malt liquor on the liver, my actions will severely harm you, eventually resulting in your demise by the river


Dip ya down deep, down deep
I will submerge you deeply, both physically and metaphorically


Where pirana heat they eat they meat
In a location where aggressive individuals thrive, they consume and prey upon weaker individuals


Heat up they seats, they seats with metal from the Southside ghetto
I will cause intense fear and unease among individuals by introducing gun violence and danger to their neighborhood, originating from the dangerous Southside area


I swear I'll make why'all mutha fuckas yellow
I promise to instill fear and cowardice in all of you, making you weak and submissive


Tired of diggin ditches like the GoodFellows
I am tired of being involved in dangerous activities, similar to the characters in the movie 'Goodfellas,' who often find themselves burying bodies


Not good with mellow, I keep the meat
I am not interested in peace or tranquility, as I am always prepared for violence


Keep it hangin in the closet like pig feet
I keep weapons or tools of violence hidden away, similar to how pig feet are stored in a closet or pantry


Delete, come with the
I will remove or eliminate anyone who opposes me, so brace yourself for the consequences


Blow! Blalat! Blow, blow, blow blididat
We forcefully strike back and make a loud impact, causing chaos and destruction


Blow! Blalalat! (ahah)
We continue to strike with force and aggression, releasing powerful energy


Blow! Blididat, blididat!
We deliver heavy blows and take aggressive action


Blow, blow! Blalalalat! Blow (ahaha)
We aggressively attack and retaliate, causing chaos and mayhem




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: TEE GREEN, ANDY REYNOLDS

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