8ball - Can't Stop lyrics

[8B] Space, Age-in baby [TS] Right right right right [8B] One time [TS] Beyotch! [8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, n***a 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 b**hes 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 f**ed up in n***as b**hes 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 pa** 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 n***as like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n sh** 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 sh** and bone bad b**hes Kickin it with rich n***as in rollers, and candy sixes Deliverin hot sh** like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs n***as who pimp b**hes and hit the highway with them d** 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 n***as movin weight The game been good to me, and I know that muhf**a bless you Thanks for pa**in 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 b**h I can't stop rappin [8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers [8B] Ain't nuthin you broke a** n***as do that can fade us [TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin [TS] I got too much money b**h I can't stop rappin [MJ] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes [MJ] and meet a hundred different b**hes 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 s**ed up my peer pressure, and my pride And realized that this rap sh** was gon help me to survive Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhf**in 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 n***a, only to be different So all the sh** that you think we are, the sh** 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 b**h 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 f** til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway I always, get my dick s**ed on the highway Verse Three: Eightball, MJG My way (pimp til I dieee) f** a hoe Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio Blowin, n***as ain't knowin, how far this sh** is goin I wrote all my sh**, but n***as always talkin bout what I owe them But I'm gon' show them, real n***as stand on they own ten toes So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to f** all these hoes Friend or foe, a b**h 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, sh** people pretend to be f** 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 sh** too deep So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, n***a Chorus [8B] Yea yea, one time, for your motherf**in mind [TS] Pimp sh** b**h [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 sh**, 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, n***a [TS] T-Mix on the funk [8B] Dangerous Music, uhh [TS] Suave House [8B] I love that!