Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop The LOX

[Intro: Puff Daddy]
Come on, yeah (I'm comin')
Come on, yeah (I'm comin')
Come on, yeah (I'm comin')
Come on, yeah (I'm comin')
Come on, yeah (I'm comin')
Come on, yeah (I'm comin')
Come on, yeah (I'm comin')
Come on, yeah (I'm comin')

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Can't stop, won't stop
Everything drop like panties, hot like Miami
Move like little Black kids stealing candy
Barely seen, honeys call me Baileys cream
Real generals never fail they team
Would you believe I know what's up your sleeve?
'Cause you said it in your last rhyme, flip some seeds
And he thought he saw the devil, Jay kissed his beads
You think not, as if
Sheek won't bring it to you, give you asthmas
Is he rockin' cashmere? Y'all know we don't pass there
Matter fact, I scoped out there last year
Hit him on the hip, said there ain't no cash there
Stay home, Styles about to hit Tony Rom's
Puff out his zone with this chick from Rome
Need ziti, funny how I'm greedy, used to be needy
But now the Sean-Don keep the eyes beady