Can`t Stop lyrics

Artist  : Eightball 
Song : Can`t Stop



 Send "Can`t Stop" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [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!