Album Lyrics - We don't Stop

Who said it needs to bend in order to break?
Well they never saw the camels back shoulder the weight
I'm an arizona native, born and raised,
And i'll proudly proclaim it till i snore in my grave.
Everyday gets longer like its shortening fate
But shit, i gotta have some patients in order to wait
You see, the bigger the reward with the more thats at stake
And yo, i gotta have some dough, in order to bake,
Cause money talks, when you roll my sunny blocks,
In the ghetto, spinning pedals, and bustin bunny hops.
Prison times, knicks and dimes, shits got hella crime
And the drip got them addicted, cause the ish was melon rhine.
Whats your fix? In the PHX we accommodate,
The dusty south, yup, welcome to the copper state.
Tell um, metro phoenix, let the CD knock,
With a heat that they never thought could be this hot!

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Im From Tempe Arizona where we seen on cops
Rollin 602 where we seen on blocks
Ask around Del Soul got the scene on lock
And when we get the party poppin homie
WE DON’T STOP

I told um, out with the old in with a new addition
From Litchfield road to the gold in the Superstitions
Phoenix on the rise, bout to gain a new position
Came in with a vision, put the game into submission
AZ, The wild west? more like the wild-ist
You crazy if you thinking that there aint not wild left
One of the last few to bear arms
From now here and there on
Next to mexico the low on Coke, Weed and Heroin
Capitol of stolen cars, pulled and sold for parts,
Taco stands like elmer down off Chandler Boulevard
Fan who be rollin hard, juice on the low low
Circle B's and ming market, boosting the promos
Its Del Soul baby and we shaking the block
For the sake of the city, not if i make it or not
This a dust devil not a tornado
And you know I'm steady reppin, its that 480

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So let me fill you in on how it goes down,
I get to cliquin up with fam, daps a slap and a pound
The dusty south, out west, what they yapping about
Its arizona homie, yup, where it happens I'm found,
That southwest desert, i rep as my claim,
Bringing change to the weather, so I'm destin to rain/reign
See im jumping out the speakers and direct to your brain,
Cause out the grey area, is how i step in the game,
See I'm still on my get go, chillin in the ghettos
In the street, in the heat, waiting on the metro,
Homies up in detox, rollin in my rebox
And when i mention Baseline, I aint talkin, how the beat knock
The streets talk and the buzz is this, the dusty south bitch
This is what those busters get
See I'm always in my zone where we know for humdingers
All it takes is one finger, from the home of gun slingers

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