| Song | Don't Stop What You're Doing |
| Artist | Diddy |
| Album | No Way Out |
| 作词 : Combs, Ellis, Jones, Lane ... | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don't you stop it, don't | |
| you stop what you're doing | |
| You don't really wanna stop | |
| Eh eh | |
| Don't you stop it, don't | |
| you stop what you're doing | |
| You don't really wanna stop | |
| Eh eh | |
| Verse One: Puff Daddy | |
| Yeah yeah, uh-huh, check it out, yeah, c'mon | |
| Whether you like it hard or the live guitars | |
| Anything dropped if it's hot it's ours | |
| If it's not it's yours, we on the job | |
| Everybody eatin, everybody involved | |
| You can't stop that like you can't stop rap | |
| Bad Boy stop what's the chance of that? | |
| We don't stop, so check the, mansions and stacks | |
| And we don't have to answer to Jack | |
| No wonder we had this rap *****t locked, for eight straight summers | |
| Pull up at the party, eight straight Hummers | |
| Six be the 6th 7th and 8th wonders | |
| Pop corks, we be the toast of New York | |
| And out West, we want y'all to understand | |
| All we wanna do is make you dance | |
| We know the song ain't done wrong when the party is hot | |
| Y'all don't really want us to stop, do you? | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Two: Lil' Kim | |
| When it comes to the cheese, baby girl roll dough | |
| ***** Domino's, strictly dice | |
| Bet you *****z won't flow for this ice, notes is the price | |
| Lil sis' walk away with the dough, y'all *****z still broke | |
| While my pockets on re-up | |
| Y'all *****z *****t on E, what a pi-ty | |
| Ain't it a shame how your man chose me | |
| And you wanna know why, it's mad simple | |
| Even in the winter, still pull a baller wit my jimmies | |
| Drive a Ta-hoe, wit plenty cash flow | |
| He know, anything I touch I blow | |
| And I crush a show, wit my luscious flow | |
| Gotta crew full of *****z and a Lexus too | |
| All of them hold me down while I'm pressin you | |
| So who stressin who, and even though my ***** gone | |
| Lil' Kim and Puff Daddy keep keepin it on | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Puff Daddy | |
| Now you can pump this in your jeep, on an off road | |
| Pump this to your blows on the way to the tow | |
| Bang this til you're bein old when you at home | |
| on the six-four, sittin on chrome | |
| Yo we don't stall we ball while you playin the wall | |
| We in the middle of the danceflo', gettin off | |
| Gotta bunch of hot chicks gettin live with us | |
| At the end of the night they gonna slide with us | |
| I could tell y'all the rest but it's ob-vious | |
| To the top now, ride with us, c'mon | |
| We don't stop, we run the game, we don't watch | |
| every single region, we own blocks | |
| Never let up, you tell me, who do it better | |
| Every single I drop, at least two are better | |
| The song ain't the wrong when the party is hot | |
| Y'all don't really want us to stop, do you? | |
| Chorus | |
| Everything we make is hot | |
| Thought I told you that | |
| we never stop | |
| Keep risin to the top, yeahhh | |
| Keep risin to the top, yeahhh | |
| (repeat above four lines over another Chorus to fade) |
| zuò cí : Combs, Ellis, Jones, Lane ... | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don' t you stop it, don' t | |
| you stop what you' re doing | |
| You don' t really wanna stop | |
| Eh eh | |
| Don' t you stop it, don' t | |
| you stop what you' re doing | |
| You don' t really wanna stop | |
| Eh eh | |
| Verse One: Puff Daddy | |
| Yeah yeah, uhhuh, check it out, yeah, c' mon | |
| Whether you like it hard or the live guitars | |
| Anything dropped if it' s hot it' s ours | |
| If it' s not it' s yours, we on the job | |
| Everybody eatin, everybody involved | |
| You can' t stop that like you can' t stop rap | |
| Bad Boy stop what' s the chance of that? | |
| We don' t stop, so check the, mansions and stacks | |
| And we don' t have to answer to Jack | |
| No wonder we had this rap t locked, for eight straight summers | |
| Pull up at the party, eight straight Hummers | |
| Six be the 6th 7th and 8th wonders | |
| Pop corks, we be the toast of New York | |
| And out West, we want y' all to understand | |
| All we wanna do is make you dance | |
| We know the song ain' t done wrong when the party is hot | |
| Y' all don' t really want us to stop, do you? | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Two: Lil' Kim | |
| When it comes to the cheese, baby girl roll dough | |
| Domino' s, strictly dice | |
| Bet you z won' t flow for this ice, notes is the price | |
| Lil sis' walk away with the dough, y' all z still broke | |
| While my pockets on reup | |
| Y' all z t on E, what a pity | |
| Ain' t it a shame how your man chose me | |
| And you wanna know why, it' s mad simple | |
| Even in the winter, still pull a baller wit my jimmies | |
| Drive a Tahoe, wit plenty cash flow | |
| He know, anything I touch I blow | |
| And I crush a show, wit my luscious flow | |
| Gotta crew full of z and a Lexus too | |
| All of them hold me down while I' m pressin you | |
| So who stressin who, and even though my gone | |
| Lil' Kim and Puff Daddy keep keepin it on | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Puff Daddy | |
| Now you can pump this in your jeep, on an off road | |
| Pump this to your blows on the way to the tow | |
| Bang this til you' re bein old when you at home | |
| on the sixfour, sittin on chrome | |
| Yo we don' t stall we ball while you playin the wall | |
| We in the middle of the danceflo', gettin off | |
| Gotta bunch of hot chicks gettin live with us | |
| At the end of the night they gonna slide with us | |
| I could tell y' all the rest but it' s obvious | |
| To the top now, ride with us, c' mon | |
| We don' t stop, we run the game, we don' t watch | |
| every single region, we own blocks | |
| Never let up, you tell me, who do it better | |
| Every single I drop, at least two are better | |
| The song ain' t the wrong when the party is hot | |
| Y' all don' t really want us to stop, do you? | |
| Chorus | |
| Everything we make is hot | |
| Thought I told you that | |
| we never stop | |
| Keep risin to the top, yeahhh | |
| Keep risin to the top, yeahhh | |
| repeat above four lines over another Chorus to fade |