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Ray Vaughn

"Stop my Grind"

[Intro]
Whoaday

[Verse 1: ComptonAssTG]
If you ain't with us you against us, you can't f*ck with us
If you go against us, on the gang, you gon' buck with us
You could never break us up, cause the loyalty stuck with us
n*ggas better buckle up, cause it's finna be a wild ride
It ain't no doubt b*tch we outside
Better have ya heat, cause it ain't good on Atlantic Drive
Try to talk it out I left him stankin' with his mouth wide
Cause we don't peace treat a PC in the south side
Granny was religious, wonder where I found this lifestyle
Always was a knuckle head ain't no tellin' me to pipe down
You owe me somethin', tear it off I need it right now
Yo circle in the circus that just mean you n*ggas all clowns
Rollin' with the troopas who be troopin' 'til the man down
We don't see 'em out we hold position, we gon' stand ground
Rollin' with the troopas who be troopin' 'til the man down
We don't see 'em out we hold position, we gon' stand ground
Ain't no buyin' grams from this trap b*tch we sell pounds
How you claim you gang gang but n*ggas never see you 'round
P.O on some bullsh*t talkin' bout I gotta sit it down
Told her see you when they catch me, in other words I'ma see you 'round

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Why these n*ggas tryna' stop my shine
Why these n*ggas tryna' stop my grind
I done been places where the sun don't shine
But these n*ggas never stop my grind

[Verse 2: ComptonAssTG]
Now homies wanna trip on homies, f*ck that let's go get active n*gga
Ridin' down Atlantic somethin' like a fear factor n*gga
Goons on alert, they go berserk and we'll clap a n*gga
Wet 'em like baptism, yeah we got straps with us
Ay to the fade, on my momma b*tch I'm that n*gga
Four hoes on the boulevard, ask Joss b*tch I'm that n*gga
Bounce out on the suckas with a Tommy no Hilfiger
Mom respect my gangsta, she even told me I'm a real n*gga
It's like back in school, how we takin' all these field trips
They think I slowed down cause I start rapping', cuz I'm still trippin
Just cause you don't see me don't mean I'm not in the field n*gga, no studio we real crippin'
No masseuse, cause I don't feel n*ggas
August 3rd, '96 Mama made a locc
Raised around gangstas, don't panic sh*t ain't a joke
I just talk the bangin', still troopin' even on the fo'
Watch out for them snakes, cuz they'll get you while you at your low

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Why these n*ggas tryna' stop my shine
Why these n*ggas tryna' stop my grind
I done been places where the sun don't shine
But these n*ggas never stop my grind

[Outro: ComptonAssTG]
I tell no lies, you lose your soul
Tell no tales, the truth be told
If you know me then you know
That I'ma gangsta
I'ma gangsta

I tell no lies, you lose your soul
Tell no tales, the truth be told
If you know me then you know
That I'ma gangsta
I'ma gangsta

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