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Boy Stop Video (MV)




Performed By: Khujo Goodie
Language: English
Length: 3:52
Written by: Frederick Hicklin, Willie Edward Knighton




Khujo Goodie - Boy Stop Lyrics




Check me out now, Boy Stop
I done told y'all...Boy Stop
We them legends in this game...Boy Stop
Here I go again...Boy Stop

Who had this thang popping when them folks had yo tongue?
Who stood and fought like a champ and didn't never run?
Who kept it A-1 solid as a rock?
F*ck you know about the Dirty South boy stop?

1st verse
Gun Club Goodie dirty south in this bitch,
Hit dawgs holla f*ck boys riding dick.
See ion dance all I do is this,
Buckshot slug one for you and that snitch.
See ion quick I'm scandalous like Bolognavich,
Gone kill yourself sucka mc slit your wrist.
Hiphop dead? Please pimping them boys rich,
All up on the tv like they can't get it.
All up on the radio free styling and shit,
Thinking that they the only ones that can spit?
Let me take you to a spot where the boys go hard,
1..2..3..4..5..and 6 ward.
SW East Point player college park,
Stone Mt. Stockbridge killer ClayCo Cobb.
Boys locked and loaded ready for the job,
OutKast Dungeon Family nigga Goodie Mob.

Now check me out now...Boy Stop
I done told y'all...Boy Stop
We them legends in this game Boy Stop
Here I go again Boy Stop

Who had this thang popping when the folk had yo tongue?
Who stood a fought like a champ and didn't never run?
Who kept it A-1 solid as a rock?
F*ck you know about the dirty south "boy stop".

Nobody in the trap better not f*ckn snitch, cuz they will plug yo ass out here for them bricks.
And they'll spill yo blood in broad daylight, man I missed the ole days we use to "fist fight".
Use to ride tight in that Volkswagen bug, use to down a six pack b4 I hit the club.
Use to get 13grams off a dub, now boys got it trapped out it ane no love.
Chilling on the corner had my baseball glove,
Call me 2Pac cuz I was feeling like a thug.
M-90 cocked but ane trying to be tough, but when you see me coming no daps no hugs.
See ion give a f*ck like my brother Armstrong,
My daddy wasn't the president I did it on my own.
With a little help from my momma that's my word,
Now f*ck with my family you will get served!
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Check me out now, Boy Stop
I done told y'all...Boy Stop
We them legends in this game...Boy Stop
Here I go again...Boy Stop

Who had this thang popping when them folks had yo tongue?
Who stood and fought like a champ and didn't never run?
Who kept it A-1 solid as a rock?
F*ck you know about the Dirty South boy stop?

1st verse
Gun Club Goodie dirty south in this bitch,
Hit dawgs holla f*ck boys riding dick.
See ion dance all I do is this,
Buckshot slug one for you and that snitch.
See ion quick I'm scandalous like Bolognavich,
Gone kill yourself sucka mc slit your wrist.
Hiphop dead? Please pimping them boys rich,
All up on the tv like they can't get it.
All up on the radio free styling and shit,
Thinking that they the only ones that can spit?
Let me take you to a spot where the boys go hard,
1..2..3..4..5..and 6 ward.
SW East Point player college park,
Stone Mt. Stockbridge killer ClayCo Cobb.
Boys locked and loaded ready for the job,
OutKast Dungeon Family nigga Goodie Mob.

Now check me out now...Boy Stop
I done told y'all...Boy Stop
We them legends in this game Boy Stop
Here I go again Boy Stop

Who had this thang popping when the folk had yo tongue?
Who stood a fought like a champ and didn't never run?
Who kept it A-1 solid as a rock?
F*ck you know about the dirty south "boy stop".

Nobody in the trap better not f*ckn snitch, cuz they will plug yo ass out here for them bricks.
And they'll spill yo blood in broad daylight, man I missed the ole days we use to "fist fight".
Use to ride tight in that Volkswagen bug, use to down a six pack b4 I hit the club.
Use to get 13grams off a dub, now boys got it trapped out it ane no love.
Chilling on the corner had my baseball glove,
Call me 2Pac cuz I was feeling like a thug.
M-90 cocked but ane trying to be tough, but when you see me coming no daps no hugs.
See ion give a f*ck like my brother Armstrong,
My daddy wasn't the president I did it on my own.
With a little help from my momma that's my word,
Now f*ck with my family you will get served!
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Writer: Frederick Hicklin, Willie Edward Knighton
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