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You don't stop!
You don't stop!
Party people in the place
Won't you feel the funky face
We're the Hypnotizing 3 (And Lil' Sha!)
Gonna put it in your face
Lightning Lance on the wheels of steel
Cut-cutting up the real deal
He cuts all night, he's the king of the spot
And that's the way it feels
I say who's the man who makes you wanna dance
Lightning Lance! Lightning Lance!
Put the pride for jumpin' in your pants
Lightning Lance! Lightning Lance!
So come on party people won't you give us a chance
Lightning Lance! Lightning Lance! (Who's)
Lightning Lance! Lightning Lance! (Who's that?)
Lightning Lance! Lightning Lance!
I feel a mack attack! I feel a mack attack!
I feel a mack attack! I feel a mack attack!
Cool Clyde, shock the sides
Shock shock the sides, shock shock the sides
Get down! Let's rock y'all!
You don't stop! You don't stop!
That body rock, said we got bank
And she got bank
And we got friends, and she got friends
So if we got friends, why don't you rock the next jam?
Charlie Rock, is in the house, set up
A Pam Pam, rock the house, set up
Chris Rah-D, rock the house, set up
Sharlene, rock the house, set up
A D-Trucks, she rocks the house, set up
Mr. Mean, rocks the house, set up
Sha-born, rocks the house, set up
Sha-Rock, rock the house, set up
Willie B, rocks the house, set up
Sug-Corn, rockin' on
Fawn-Asia, rock the house, set up
And the Funky Four, rock the house
And to my cousin, Lil' Big Dog, rock the house
And my man, slays away to the break of day
Homeboy, rock the house, set up
I break out, I rock the house
Ah homeboys, get gusto
Ah homeboys, get gusto
All the girls in the house say ow! (Ow)
Say ow! (Ow)
You don't stop
Say ho! (Ho)
Say ho if you're on the go
Say ow! (Ow)
Gonna shock and rock it get it right now
'Cause the Hypnotizing 3 plus the girl is
We gonna, we gonna, we gonna show you how
'Cause my man got clout
Yo, we got cut-cut, cut-cuts galore
Ooh wee, cut-cuts galore
Throw your arms in the air (Come on)
Throw your arms in the air (What up)
Wave 'em like you just don't care (Come on)
And if you like the sound that you hear tonight
Somebody say alright (Alright)
Alright (Alright)
You don't stop
And if you like the sound in the atmosphere
Somebody say, somebody say, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, come on, let me hear you party people (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say it a little clearer, a little louder (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Won't you, scream, a little louder (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We got the, we got the, we got the, we got the
We got the, we got the, we got the, we got the
We got the high power, you know that we're gonna turn it out
'Cause hip-hopin' is what it's all about
So Lil' Sha-Rock, you're one of the best
So why don't you get on the mic and add your finesse

[Verse 1: Sha-Rock]
You know this (What)
You know this (Know it)
When I rap on the mic you’ll never forget it
Say there’s lots of snow and lots of rain
So then I took the bus and then I took the train
I took the train to the last stop
So then I walked down the steps and
I walked down to the block
I turned the corner and then walked it out
I test myself, whether in or out
‘Cause I rock to the beat
And then turn it out
So Vaughn, you got the hard freakin’
Get on the mic, it sounds so sweet

[Verse 2]
You don’t stop, you don’t stop (Stop)
You don’t stop (Stop)
That body rock
3-6-6-9 the month’s online
Dancin’ to the rhythm of the prize line
The line, broke the monkey, got choked
He caught him by the neck and
Then he hung him by his throat
Takin’ a chance, ‘cause you want to dance
We’re the Hypnotizing 3, and
We’re the kings of romance
You don’t quit, you don’t quit
You don’t quit, that ultimate
Well I am the 1-2, and I bust a move
The mathematician with a lot of juice
Don’t be a party pooper, that’s over
So young ladies, the party is the dope tonight
Don’t stop (Stop)
Now don’t stop (Stop)
Can’t stop, that body rock
Fly girls gettin’ down, to the hop
You don’t quit, you don’t quit (Quit)
So take a shot of the rhyme
On what you’re gonna do
Say a ratta-tat-tat
Shake-a-shake-a-leg
Come on and make me
It ain’t no thing
(You know it ain’t no thing)
You know it ain’t no thing
You know it ain’t no thing
(You know it ain’t no thing)
You got the Fritz on the mic
About to do his thing

[Verse 3]
I say a little Jack Cone
It’s that, it’s in a cone
I play with a book of matches
Shove-1, shove-2, shove-3, shove-4
Little Jack shook more and more
Say word of the house and everything they had
Say Jack Cone’s mom was really mad
Say “Jack we can’t, take it anymore”
So pack up your stuff, we’re goin’ out the door
So Jack kept on to his grandmother’s place
Grandmother looked at him in his face
Said “Jack, this is a place that you should lay”
If you mess with fire, anything can burn
Let’s do it (Do it)
Let’s do it (Do it)
When it’s a comin’ to rhymes, we’re rulin’ (Rulin’)
Rock on, to the break-a dawn
Hypnotizing 4, a baby doll
We gonna steal ya monkey
Yes yes y’all (Yes)
Yes yes y’all (Yes)
We rock a parlor with finesse, y’all
A dynamite, ya hardly
You got the heartbeat
Won’t you get on the mic
And rock so sweet

[Verse 4]
To the hip hip hop, a shoe bop a dop
To the beat beat, that body rock
Say i’m too hot to handle, I go the whole
My name is Dyna-Montie, i’m like a rocket, so
Here’s a little story, double up on that
Say, what do you do when your pockets are broke
You’re sittin’ in the sun, you might get a stroke
You’re walkin’ down the street, you just don’t get
Say you ain’t got enough to pay the cab fare
Say look at your goose, say push it to do
You hop the train, you take the 2
You go downtown, and you look around
And you see what the niggas are puttin’ down
So you ask any kid with a scoop you could take
He looks in his pocket and he says “O.K.!”
So you feel that the day is warmin’ up, hot hot hot hot
But you’re still gonna, but you’re still gonna
Pay hip the bud
But you know, it really don’t give-a you the what
Because I have my raps, i’m a rhymin’ man (Hoo-ah)
I got all the girls in check
Dynamite D, rockin’ at the discoteque
Why don’t, why don’t, why don’t, why don’t ‘cha
Lil’ Sha-Rock, I see you’re too hot
Just get on the mic and give it all that you got
Def rhymes, you got the hard beats
Just get on the mic, it sounds so sweet
Frisco man, you just sound so sweet
Won’t you get on the mic and give ‘em the hard beat
Dynamite hah, you got the most frisk
Just get on the mic and rock at my request
Lil’ Sha-Rock, I see you’re chillin’ too hard
Get on the mic and do your j-job

[Verse 5: Sha-Rock]
Well i’m doin’ it (Do-doin’ it)
Doin’ it (Do-do-do-do-doin’ it)
I get down, stop that messin’ around
Because Lil’ Sha-Rock is in your town
Get up, get up, get-get on up
‘Cause i’m Lil’ Sha, and I make you move your butt
Yes, y’all, to the beat, y’all
And you don’t stop, that body rock
Def rhymes, my mellow, my man
Just get on the mic with your master plan

[Verse 6]
Imma do it (Do it)
Imma do it (Do it)
Hypnotizing 3 gonna rule it (Rule it)
We’re the Hypnotizing 3, got a girl, Lil’ B
Called Lil’ Sha-Rock at the T-O-P
She rocks so well, the clientel
Hypnotizing rock the suckers to the depths of hell
Check it out, check it out, keep checkin’ it out
While the Hypnotizing 3 turn the mother out
See Jack can be nimble, and jack can be quick
See Jackie went down for a 3 get big
Killin’ it killin’, got the plate right here
Got a big gold plate, put the suckers in the air
But all he left is, is what I said
And Jack you better watch out for the Feds
So when they find you, they’ll break your nose
Now Jack is lookin’ for the courtroom clothes
And Jack made it so that you should know
If you mess with fire, anything can burst
Keep it on, keep it on, keep-keepin’ it on
Gotta rock the body to the break of dawn
Keep on, keep it, keep-keepin’ it on
Come on, show me, to the break of dawn
To the beat y’all, you don’t stop
You don’t, you don’t stop that body rock
We’re the Hypnotizing 3, and we’re so damn proud
We don’t walk around town with our heads in the clouds
And we write new rhymes each and every day
So when we rap on, so when we rap on
The mic we have somethin’ to say
We are the three MC’s who get the job done
We’re buckin’ our way for number one
We’re tryin’ our hardest with a lot of fun
And if that don’t work, we’ll take a girl’s finesse
Someday we’ll be the very best
Young ladies, rock the house
Ra-rock-a rock-a the rock, a rock-a rock-a
You don’t stop, that hoof
That body rock, that fooled ya
That body rock
I say a 1,2, 3-4-5
Lightning Lance, come on, make the crowd come alive
You’re doin’ it (Do it)
You’re doin’ it (Do it)
I say put-a the cut, right to it (Do it)
He cuts it to the ceiling and cuts sideways
You say “Who is the man with the multi-way”
He’s the man that makes you all want to dance
Lightning Lance (Lightning Lance)
Young ladies, you’re rockin’ the house
You’re rock-shockin’ the house
You’re rock digga digga turnin’ it out
Lil’ Sha-Rock, whats up, whats up?
Get on the mic and tell it up
Dynamite, my mellow, my man
Just turn on the mic and rock it
A diva, a diva, a diva devine devine
Diva Sha-Rock, my mellow, my ace
So won’t you get on the mic and cold-crush the place?
Do-main, ha, you’re chilla chillin too hard
Pick up the mic and do the job
Jump 1, and you don’t, and you don’t, and you don’t
Stop, and you don’t stop
You don’t, you don’t just stop that body rock
We’re doin’ it, we’re doin it (Doin’ it)
A do, a do, a do-do-do-do-do it (Do it)
Rock on, to the break-a-dawn
The prince on the mic, couldn’t lead ya wrong
Because we hit site, we hit-a the top
We’re the creme da la creme, the cream of the crop
Listen to the prince, I give it all I got
‘Cause I rock baby rock, I say what, now stop
Young ladies, you don’t get your job
Me crazy, when I, when I, ask you for sex
You don’t give me a yes or a no
You always answer with a maybe
Walk around town, she actin’ shady
Thinkin’ your block, all you gotta do is get ‘em high
Bust ‘em out, devine, say that’s no lie
To the beat y’all, to the beat y’all
To the, a beach-a boog-a beat y’all
To the beat y’all, to the beat-a a beat
To the beat, to the beat, the beat
To beat, we beat ‘em all down to the end of the week
Tranquilizing (Tranquilizing)
Hypnotizing (Tranquilizing)
Hip-hypnotizing (Tranquilizing)
We are the three, rockin’ to eternity
So don’t forget, we got a girl MC
We’re the three, rockin’ to eternity
Don’t forget, we got a girl MC
Rock on, to the break-a-dawn
I said the prince on the mic, I couldn’t lead ya wrong
Yes yes y’all (Yes)
Yes yes y’all (Yes)
You rock by all, with finesse y’all
Dynamite, hah, you came in my face
So why don’t you stay on the mic and show your face
And i’ll do that (Do it)
And i’ll do that (Do it)
And i’ll do, i’ll do, i’ll do that (Do it)
Let’s rock y’all (Rock)
Let’s rock y’all (Rock)
To the, to the, to the top y’all (Rock)
Let’s rock y’all, to the top, to the top
I’m Dynamite, and I give it all I got
I say a one time love, any man’s supreme
And when I rock on the mic, I make all the girls scream
Qualified, to rock the night
That’s why the call me MC Dynamite
It was a quite night, all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
Now I heard the Herc, and he made me want to dance
I was suspicious, of a DJ like the Lance
I give the Herc a bunch of money, so he’ll hit the top
With a girl MC, called Lil’ Sha-Rock
I went downtown, onto the train
I bumped into the man that they call Do-Main
He’s chillin’, ha, like a mastermind
They walk on the train with my man, Devine
They gave me the mind to rock on mic
That’s why that got MC’s they call Dynamite
Rock the house, MC Dynamite rock-shockin’
Then you turn it out
Lil’ Sha-Rock, what’s up, what’s up
Won’t you get on the mic and start to tear things up

To the people in the rear, have no fear
Just come to the front and check out the gear
Get down, stop messin’ around
Because Lil’ Sha-Rock is in your town
Yes, y’all, and you don’t stop
A def rhyme, I set ya on
Just get on the mic to the break-a-dawn
Now just throw your hands in the air (Come on)
Just throw your hands in the air (Why don’t ‘cha)
Throw your hands in the air (Why don’t ‘cha)
And wave ‘em like you just don’t care (Why don’t ‘cha)
Some men, they walk, some satisfy
Now let me hear you say hypnotizing (Hypnotizing)
Hypnotizing (Hypnotizing)
We satisfyin’, y’all
And you don’t stop, and you don’t stop (Stop)
Hit the top, and see, i’m about to rock the spot
Don’t ‘cha snap your fingers, and lift the Sha
And you don’t quit, and you don’t quit
And just check us out, we’re the ultimate
We’re keepin’ on, keepin’, keep keepin’ it on
And now just do what you can to the break-a-dawn
You say a rat-a-tat-tat, a lick-a-licka-lilck
Come on, Domain, say it ain’t no thing
(You know it ain’t no thing)
You know it ain’t no thing
(You know it ain’t no thing)
You got the prince on the mic
About to do his thing
Rock on, y’all, rock on, rock on
To the break-a-dawn
I say I saw this girl that I really liked
Said to her a rap that was really out of sight
I said a little this, I said a little that
After that I got her name and number, I tipped my hat
Said “When you gonna get in touch with me”
She said “Maybe tomorrow, or maybe tonight”
Once she hung up the phone, she said “Alright”
So we was on the phone and we had a lot of fun
She said “Oh man, I really want you to be number one”
Said “Can you come over in 5 days”
Once she hung up the phone she said “O.K.”
So she was in my house, we was on the low
I took the receipt for the telephone (Uh oh)
I put all our stuff out in our shed (Uh oh)
That’s when I knew, I had it meant
We was in my room, and we was doin’ our thing
Then she said to me “Are you, comin’?”
I said don’t you dare try to bite my rent
‘Cause it takes a body they call the trojan
Rock on, to the break-a-dawn
The prince on the mic, I couldn’t lead ya wrong
So when I shoot my shot through the hoop it goes “Swish!”
Every shot, my super shot, just couldn’t quit
To smart to be sick, to quick to be a god
Play team ball, don’t try to be a hog
When you pass the ball, to me, you see
You got the prince of the quick, automatically
Non-stop y’all, jump-shot y’all
Non-stop y’all, jump-shot y’all (Jump-shot y’all)
Dynamite, ha, you’re my mellow, my ace
Won’t you get on the mic and-a cold crush the place

[Verse 7: Dynamite]
Rock rock y’all, you don’t, you don’t
You don’t stop, pump that body rock
A bot-a bot, a bot to bot reeva
To the beat y’all, that body rock
Young ladies, you’re rockin’ the house
To all the fly kids, rock the house
All the homeboys, rock the house
To all the lovely ladies, rock the house
Well I was sittin’ on the bench, one hot summer day
I see a young lady, she’s comin’ my way
I say “Hey pretty baby, what do ya say?”
“Ya wanna take a ride on my Stingray?”
She said “I don’t know, I don’t know you damn well”
“Come on baby doll, you know me well”
I tell stories of rhymes on Baby G Street
I come in places, rhyme on to y’all