Jay-Z & Kanye West - Who Gon Stop Me (Cyrille Diabate on UFC 154) | Текст песни

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[Kanye West]
This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
Until I die I’mma fuckin ball - now who gon stop me?
Who gon stop me? Who gon stop me, huh?
Who gon stop me? Who gon stop me, huh?

Black cars, black cars, black-on-black black brauds
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap: you know what that's for..
Who gon stop me huh?

[Jay-Z]
Who gon stop me?
No brakes, I need State Farm
So many watches I need eight arms
One neck but got eight charms (who won stop me huh?)

[Kanye West]
Niggas talking, they bitchmade
Ixnay off my dicksnay
That’s Pig Latin, itch-bay
Who gon stop me huh?
Last night ain’t go so well, got kicked up out the hotel
Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert
"Yes!" Tell Howard Casell
You're just a commentator if you gettin paper
Everybody I know from the hood got common haters
In some relations you're just supposed to say none
Heard she fucked the doorman - well that’s cool I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess that’s on one basis
I only like green faces

[Hook - Kanye West]
This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
Until I die I’mma fuckin ball - now who gon stop me?
Who gon stop me? Who gon stop me, huh?
Who gon stop me? Who gon stop me, huh?

Black cars, black cars, black-on-black black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap: you know what that's for..
Who gon stop me huh?

[Kanye West]
Y'all weed purple, my money purple
Y'all Steve Urkel, I’m Oprah's circle
I wrote the verse that I hope will hurt you

[Jay-Z]
Who gon stop me hah? Beat the odds
Best the Feds, it wouldn’t be wise to bet against the kid
Start me broke, I bet I get rich
Nightshift, six to six
Give me one shot, one pot
I’ll show up in all white, Wearin no socks
No ceiling, new coupe
They know I’m a dope boy, they don’t have no proof
I’m 3-steps-removed, I know how to move
It’s looking like, I don’t know how to lose
I’m winning again, I’m at the Wynn
I’m at the table, I’m gamblin
Lucky lefty, I expect a seven
I went through hell, I’m expectin heaven
I’m owed, I throwed
And I stuck to the G-code
I’m here, oh yeah, I promise I ain’t going nowhere
Ok here, like a hare, like a rabbit
I like karats, I’m allergic to havin bunny ears
Like broke - like nope
Like "ha" - I ain’t no joke
I can’t be stopped, like nope, like nope!
To the beat Noah, two seats in the 911
No Limit on the Black Card
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM
The ocean was my backyard
No lies in my verses, please pardon all the curses
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you're growing up worthless
Middle finger to my old life
Special shoutout to my old head
If it wasn’t for your advice
A nigga would have been so dead
I'm living life til these niggas kill me
Turn this up if these niggas feel me
I’m riding dirty, tryna get filthy
Pablo Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the MoMA, and I did all of this
Without a diploma, graduated from the corner
Y'all can play me for a muthafuckin fool if you wanna
Street-smart and I’m book smart
Could've been a chemist cause I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me
And I’mma stop when the hook start - hold up..

[Hook - Kanye West]


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