Текст песни Stop in the Name

Full fledgin never sat on my legend

No shuffle or shoulder shruggin

Uncle Tommin nickel & dime rhymin

This renegade rippin

Rugged trax I love it

Sorta black owned

Like da Denver Nuggets

Pow pow

The original

Harder hitter

Iz back in black

On deck wit a turtleneck

Uh ha you can drink

All you want

But hard dont make

Da liquid matter you intake
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The logical

Sorta psychological

Brother like butter spread to one

Another

Thicker da blunt & got sicker

Once upon a rhyme all bigger

Meant was for bigga cotton picker

Leave alone

The men from the mice

Who twice packs da gatt

Turn into dirty ratts

I'm comin wit the andidote, I hope they cope

To da rhythm I wrote

Pawns in da game

Goin down da drain

Final call to my race in pain