Can`t Stop lyrics

Artist  : Too Short 
Song : Can`t Stop



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[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!