on!
Can't stop, stop! Can't stop, stop! stop, won't stop! Can't stop, stop! again, you won't believe it! Once again, M.O.P., you see it!
Can't stop, stop! Can't stop, stop! stop, won't stop! Can't stop, stop!
Ai oh eh oh O who that, yo who again, we come with the rush (It's us baby) For all those and plus (We baby)
It's Home back with the true thing Back with a new thing, back with a new slang We bang three times M & M's Yo, I'm on chrome bitch and I ain't talkin' 'bout rims!
We got exclusive, new shit, you know, you get True shit, from us, to y'all move with M. Fitzroy nigga, makin' them Amateurs in the game, we 'em quit
I got baby momma chest a jumpin' around And gettin' on down, with her big ass, and shakin' her Nigga, I don't be lyin, I blast iron At you fake ass thugs that you made of cast iron So calm down clown 'fore I the pound down I step and, stomp yo' ass to ground round, cause I
stop, won't stop! Can't stop, stop! stop, won't stop! Can't stop, stop!
I got my Cobra vision on, I see you comin' With a six-pack and a smile homes, I like your style I felt your from a mile away And okay though, 'cause the demon in me decided to lay low (Aiyyo!)
Nigga I drink that witcha So say that I was under the influence when I hitcha Anyway, a brand new day Still underrated, still the most
Niggaz can't fade it, they know they can't us Or change us, so they us like strangers (We're dangerous) I am so anxious, that it me sometimes Find doin shit that wouldn't cross the average mind
I seem to find time to (Mash) Renogiate blast at a straight blast Get rid of his ass, never smooth (M) (O) (P) On the move!