| Song | Don't Stop - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Beanie Sigel |
| Artist | Snoop Dogg |
| Album | The B.Coming |
| Vocal：Beanie Sigel/Snoop Dogg | |
| [Chorus - Snoop Dogg] | |
| Ma! I think it's safe to say | |
| You ain't seen a playa lay this way | |
| Or playa game this way | |
| Wit a attitude, like - and ya don't stop | |
| Aficionado, so fashionable | |
| Wit a confident swagger, international | |
| Game so tight the girls had to go | |
| And you don't stop! | |
| [Verse - Beanie Sigel] | |
| Hah! sicka than your average | |
| Money too long can't stash it | |
| In the closet or the mattress | |
| Paper, stretch like elastic | |
| Checks from advances, the bank can't cash it | |
| So the price for that, never ask it | |
| Just sign my name or pop plastic | |
| Hating ass cops wanna harrass em | |
| Searching for a glock in the pocket of his fashion | |
| Bitches wit SP stitches on they asses | |
| And they left breast (yes!) | |
| Let's get dressed and toast to the occasion | |
| Cops couldn't page em, flow so amazing, hot like cajun | |
| You ****ing wit the champ | |
| Pop corks on champ' like I just took the chip | |
| Nigga took the stand when he coulda took the 5th | |
| Yeah eat a dick wit AIDs on the tip, keep my name off ya lips | |
| Not guilty! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse - Beanie Sigel] | |
| I said I'm sicka than your average | |
| Keep three shooters like the Mavericks | |
| Short to the point like Nash is, ****ing wit a savage | |
| Niggaz press they luck, get bucked like ashes | |
| Three piece suits, linen fabrics | |
| Three quarter croc, sharper than a pastor | |
| B Sig bring the light to the masses | |
| Of these rap bastards, who gives street passes | |
| One shooting can lead to three caskets | |
| Jump suits, state boots, at least three stabbings | |
| You softer than a Reebok Classic | |
| Folding under pressure when confronted by them badges | |
| I was taught stay low and keep blasting | |
| Po only know questions that was answered | |
| Keep a number on the high price lawyer | |
| It's five ways now days, everybody saw ya | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Bridge - repeat 2x] | |
| [SD] Now let's toast to the man, that when he get out | |
| That he gon do them thangs that he rap about | |
| A true playa Pha-real [Pharrell] | |
| [BS] Haters stay out my face | |
| And know that thing still by my waist | |
| [Verse - Beanie Sigel] | |
| Once again I'm sicker then 'em all | |
| Niggaz see C's start shitting in they drawers | |
| When I kick in the door, stop the blood clot crying | |
| Wipe the piss off the floor | |
| The ape is back, my gate is cracked | |
| My jumpsuit and my cuffs is off | |
| Yeah I'm back on them bricks | |
| Raise your cups and raise your glass | |
| And let's toast to the boy B Mack, yeah I'm back in the mix! | |
| [Chorus] |
| Vocal: Beanie Sigel Snoop Dogg | |
| Chorus Snoop Dogg | |
| Ma! I think it' s safe to say | |
| You ain' t seen a playa lay this way | |
| Or playa game this way | |
| Wit a attitude, like and ya don' t stop | |
| Aficionado, so fashionable | |
| Wit a confident swagger, international | |
| Game so tight the girls had to go | |
| And you don' t stop! | |
| Verse Beanie Sigel | |
| Hah! sicka than your average | |
| Money too long can' t stash it | |
| In the closet or the mattress | |
| Paper, stretch like elastic | |
| Checks from advances, the bank can' t cash it | |
| So the price for that, never ask it | |
| Just sign my name or pop plastic | |
| Hating ass cops wanna harrass em | |
| Searching for a glock in the pocket of his fashion | |
| Bitches wit SP stitches on they asses | |
| And they left breast yes! | |
| Let' s get dressed and toast to the occasion | |
| Cops couldn' t page em, flow so amazing, hot like cajun | |
| You ing wit the champ | |
| Pop corks on champ' like I just took the chip | |
| Nigga took the stand when he coulda took the 5th | |
| Yeah eat a dick wit AIDs on the tip, keep my name off ya lips | |
| Not guilty! | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Beanie Sigel | |
| I said I' m sicka than your average | |
| Keep three shooters like the Mavericks | |
| Short to the point like Nash is, ing wit a savage | |
| Niggaz press they luck, get bucked like ashes | |
| Three piece suits, linen fabrics | |
| Three quarter croc, sharper than a pastor | |
| B Sig bring the light to the masses | |
| Of these rap bastards, who gives street passes | |
| One shooting can lead to three caskets | |
| Jump suits, state boots, at least three stabbings | |
| You softer than a Reebok Classic | |
| Folding under pressure when confronted by them badges | |
| I was taught stay low and keep blasting | |
| Po only know questions that was answered | |
| Keep a number on the high price lawyer | |
| It' s five ways now days, everybody saw ya | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge repeat 2x | |
| SD Now let' s toast to the man, that when he get out | |
| That he gon do them thangs that he rap about | |
| A true playa Phareal Pharrell | |
| BS Haters stay out my face | |
| And know that thing still by my waist | |
| Verse Beanie Sigel | |
| Once again I' m sicker then ' em all | |
| Niggaz see C' s start shitting in they drawers | |
| When I kick in the door, stop the blood clot crying | |
| Wipe the piss off the floor | |
| The ape is back, my gate is cracked | |
| My jumpsuit and my cuffs is off | |
| Yeah I' m back on them bricks | |
| Raise your cups and raise your glass | |
| And let' s toast to the boy B Mack, yeah I' m back in the mix! | |
| Chorus |