Eightball & MJG Can't Stop [*] Lyrics
[8b] s___e, age-in baby
[ts] right right right right
[8b] one time
[ts] beyotch!
[8b] yeah, you know how they like it baby, n____ you cant retire!
Verse one: too $hort, eightball
From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I dont 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____es tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this d___ in yo mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always f___ed up in n____z b____es all the time
Now Im ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
But aint nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin vogues
I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness
Im so glad, to get to the point of havin this
Opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought itd be my last song
Me, squeaky, flex and j, on saratoga street
Smokin white boys, b__pin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasnt straight, but I was makin it
n____z like lil tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n s___
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 s___ and bone bad b____es
Kickin it with rich n____z in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot s___ like pizza hut for them hardcore thugs
n____z who pimp b____es and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$hort dawg, I dont 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____z movin weight
The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now lets get out here and make this loot
Chorus: too $hort, eightball, mjg
[ts] I wont stop rappin, I dont stop rappin
[ts] I got too much money b____ I cant stop rappin
[8b] we some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8b] aint nuthin you broke a__ n____z do that can fade us
[ts] I wont stop rappin, I dont stop rappin
[ts] I got too much money b____ I cant stop rappin
[mj] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[mj] and meet a hundred different b____es 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 didnt 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 s___ was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but dont be no muhfuckin fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I aint makin straight as in school
And aint wind up to be dumber n____, only to be different
So all the s___ that you think we are, the s___ that we isnt
When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, dont 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 wont stop rappin, I dont stop rappin
I make too much money b____ I cant 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 gs
f___ til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway
I always, get my d___ sucked 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____z aint knowin, how far this s___ is goin
I wrote all my s___, but n____z always talkin bout what I owe them
But Im gon show them, real n____z stand on they own ten toes
So ima make all the money, and try my best to f___ all these hoes
Friend or foe, a b____ 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, s___ 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 aint gon happen, this s___ too deep
So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, n____
Chorus
[8b] yea yea, one time, for your m_________in mind
[ts] pimp s___ b____
[8b] eightball and mjg, now what you weigh me
[ts] $hort dawg in the house, slammin cadillac dos, pimpin hoes
[8b] nuthin but the real s___, nine-eight, for these tricks its too late
[ts] its 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, thats right, s___e age forever, n____
[ts] t-mix on the funk
[8b] dangerous music, uhh
[ts] suave house
[8b] I love that!
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