Too $hort (too Short) - Can't Stop lyrics

Space, Age in, baby Right, right, right, right One time Beyotch Yeah, you know how they like it, baby n***a you can't retire From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight I Don't Stop Rappin' like my first tapes When I was broke, I used to sell â€~em instantly One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me In eighty-nine, I went on tour with 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' dope fiend 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 Short 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 I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin' I got too much money b**h I can't stop rappin' We some presidential players, with money by the layers Ain't nuthin' you broke a** n***as do that can fade us I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin' I got too much money b**h I can't stop rappin' I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes And meet a hundred different b**hes when I drop new tapes 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 Getting' 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 â€~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 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** â€~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 My way pimp â€~til I die, 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' â€~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 Short 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 I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin' I got too much money b**h I can't stop rappin' We some presidential players, with money by the layers Ain't nuthin' you broke a** n***as do that can fade us I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin' I got too much money b**h I can't stop rappin' I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes And meet a hundred different b**hes when I drop new tapes Yeah, yeah, one time, for your motherf**in' mind Pimp sh** b**h Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me Short Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes Nuthin' but the real sh**, nine-eight For these tricks it's too late It's that old school pimpin' All the way from Memphis, to Oakland Straight smokin' baby, fryin' â€~em up fat Atlanta to Houston, we still doin' it like this Yeah, New York to L.A Beyitch Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, n***a T-Mix on the funk Dangerous Music, uhh Suave House I love that