Can`t Stop Lyrics

Can`t Stop

[8B] Space, Age-in baby
[TS] Right right right right
[8B] One time
[TS]
Beyotch!
[8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't
retire!

Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball

From nineteen-eighty,
through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes
When I was
broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell it
was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold
out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo'
mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in
niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice
clothes
but ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good
life, in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin
this
opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought
it'd be my last song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga
Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets
wasn't straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin
sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin raps
All
about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit
and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy
sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz
who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in
witcha chronic main
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this
game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps,
makin more than them niggaz movin weight
The game been good to me, and I
know that muhfucka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here
and make this loot

Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball, MJG

[TS] I won't
stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop
rappin
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B]
Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop
rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop
rappin
[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[MJ] and meet a hundred
different bitches when I drop new tapes

Verse Two: MJG, Too
$hort

I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, I paid
my dues
Learn how to crawl, before I walk
Then I learned how to tie my
shoes
Tryin crime, but it just didn't work for me
Matter of fact it did
it worse for me
Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard
It can
only do hurt to me
So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride
And
realized that this rap shit was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with
the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool
Hell this music thing is all I got,
I ain't makin straight A's in school
And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga,
only to be different
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we
isn't
When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a
blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they
lessons
My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady
was
rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby
MJG, what you see, on TV, is
fame
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game

I
won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
I make too much money bitch I can't
stop rappin
I live the fast life of a MC
and I sell a lot of records
makin pimp beats
I could do a show tonight and make ten G's
Fuck til the
mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Three cars in my garage, truck in the
driveway
I always, get my dick sucked on the highway

Verse Three:
Eightball, MJG

My way (pimp til I dieee) fuck a hoe
Unless that hoe
is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin,
how far this shit is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout
what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten
toes
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these
hoes
Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po'
Eightball got flow,
MJG

Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
The
tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get higher
Eightball and MJG, Too $hort,
we all must be
the pimps of the industry, shit people pretend to be
Fuck
so why should we, settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop
from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it
ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I hooked up with my comrades so we
can all get rich, nigga

Chorus

[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your
motherfuckin mind
[TS] Pimp shit bitch
[8B] Eightball and MJG, now what
you weigh me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin
hoes
[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too
late
[TS] It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to
Oakland
[8B] Straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
[TS] Atlanta to
Houston, we still doin it like this
[8B] Yea, New York to L.A.
[TS]
Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
[TS] T-Mix on
the funk
[8B] Dangerous Music, uhh
[TS] Suave House
[8B] I love that!