Can't Stop

Space, Age-in baby

Right right right right

One time

Beyotch!

Yeah, you know how they like it baby, ******* you can't retire!

One: Too, 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 ******* tryin to sleep with me

Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes

Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this ************ in yo' mouth

I smoked a lot of ******, I said a lot of rhymes

Always ****** up in *******z ******* 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 ******fiend beats

Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it

*******z like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n ************t

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 ************t and bone bad *******

Kickin it with rich *******z in rollers, and candy sixes

Deliverin hot ************t like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs

*******z who pimp ******* and hit the highway with them drugs

Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main

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 *******z movin weight

The game been good to me, and I know that muh*******a bless you

Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot

Too, Eightball, MJG

I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin

I got too much money ************ I can't stop rappin

We some presidential players, with money by the layers

Ain't nuthin you broke ass *******z do that can fade us

I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin

I got too much money ************ I can't stop rappin

I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes

and meet a hundred different ******* when I drop new tapes

Two: MJG, Too

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 ************t was gon help me to survive

Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muh****** 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 *******, only to be different

So all the ************t that you think we are, the ************t 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

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 ************ 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

******* til the mornin, sleep late and smoke ******

Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway

I always, get my ************ sucked on the highway

Three: Eightball, MJG

My way (pimp til I dieee) ******* a hoe

Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio

Blowin, *******z ain't knowin, how far this ************t is goin

I wrote all my ************t, but *******z always talkin bout what I owe them

But I'm gon' show them, real *******z stand on they own ten toes

So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to ******* all these hoes

Friend or foe, a ************ 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, we all must be

the pimps of the industry, ************t people pretend to be

******* 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 ************t too deep

So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, *******

Yea yea, one time, for your mother****** mind

Pimp ************t ************

Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me

Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes

Nuthin but the real ************t, 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 em up fat

Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this

Yea, New York to L.A.

Beyitch!

Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, *******

T-Mix on the funk

Dangerous Music, uhh

Suave House

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