Ron-Loc - "Non Stop" Lyrics

Ron-Loc "Non Stop"

Written By Ronald R. Kilbert

Verse 1

First Loc in the long time to beast the game

Competition decapitated with the lyrical aim

Definition of a G square niggas and bitches don't like me

See if I don't still rock a white tee

See if I ain't got my second dick on my waistline

Bet I'm fuckin anything breathing trying to take mine

Toyota pedal flaw flow bitch I caint stop

Beat stop playin muthafuckin heart rate drop

I don't even let a rhyme exit my vocal box 

Less its killin aye thang sept snoop big and PAC 

I tried to fuck around with the d game till nighas close to me start stealing and smokin aye thang

Woke up the next morning still the same old me

Plotting on a greedy nigga slipping where the doe be

Trey pound right through the left ear piece

Main goal take what I can for they catch me

Chorus

DAMN but still I'm on the mic nonstop

Hustle every flow so cold

Late night plotting

Die rapping last three bars pray to god flow

Let my heart beat to the streets is all a nigga know

Till I go you can find me on the mic non stop

Verse 2

Matter fact I wouldn't even have a homie left if coming up short mean a nigga met a quick death

Pack of blacks every day NBA pro lungs

Chain smoking like slaves climbing out a nigga lungs

Matter fact you can hear they pain when I rap

Every exhale big whip scar to the back

That's why they say kind of vibe I got reflect satin

Eyes staring at my brain sitting in the dark shaking

I watch peer pressure carve a phony new brain

For the fame check tell the world they do da gay thang

Fuck It! and in the muthafuckin mean while 

I'll be sharpening an early 90s gangsta rap style

Shooting through the mic Michael Jordan back in 96

AI never read a book and tried the same shit

The media got niggas tales in they crack

I'm crying black ass off sitin watchin and laughing