No-Go Songtext
von DOM

Body rock, body rock, bounce, bounce to this
All my playas in the back, smoke a ounce to this
Tryna get the type of money you can′t count to this
You can try to imitate ain't gon′ amount to shit

Body rock, body rock, bounce, bounce to this
All my playas in the back, smoke a ounce to this
Tryna get the type of money you can't count to this
You can try to imitate, ain't gon′ amount to shit

This shit ain′t show and tell, what you think this four for? (Four for)
Playa dogging in that pussy, it's my dojo (it′s my dojo)
Sprinkle exclusive game, you got adobo (adobo)
If the bitch ain't ′bout her paper, she a no-go (she a no-go)


Playa lookin' like a dream in that four-do′ (four-do')
Fittin' more hoes in the low, low (low, low)
Bitch, this lovin′ never ever made me more dough
And these skills pay the bills, bring envelopes home

Tell her she gon′ ride or she watching from the bleachers
Romantic reminiscing, she can't focus, she been fienin′
Fuck her life up, mind stuck, day-dreamin'
Thinkin′ 'bout that money could′ve got, now that I'm beamin'

She fuck it up for herself, then try to point the finger
I set aside emotions for the bag, said fuck the feelings
Took a risk, made the flip, my failure was my teacher
These trials and tribulations got me ready to face the reaper

Body rock, body rock, bounce, bounce to this
All my playas in the back, smoke a ounce to this
Tryna get the type of money you can′t count to this
You can try to imitate, ain′t gon' amount to shit


Body rock, body rock, bounce, bounce to this
All my playas in the back, smoke a ounce to this
Tryna get the type of money you can′t count to this
You can try to imitate, ain't gon′ amount to shit