Eightball - Can't Stop lyrics
rate me[8B] Space, Age-in baby<br />
[TS] Right right right right<br />
[8B] One time<br />
[TS] Beyotch!<br />
[8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire!<br />
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Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball<br />
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From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight<br />
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes<br />
When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)<br />
One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)<br />
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)<br />
A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me<br />
Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes<br />
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth<br />
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes<br />
Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time<br />
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes<br />
But ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues<br />
I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness<br />
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this<br />
Opportunity, for you and me to pass it on<br />
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song<br />
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Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street<br />
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats<br />
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it<br />
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit<br />
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin raps<br />
All about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map<br />
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches<br />
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes<br />
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs<br />
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs<br />
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main<br />
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this game<br />
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make<br />
Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight<br />
The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you<br />
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot<br />
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Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball, MJG<br />
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[TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin<br />
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin<br />
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers<br />
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us<br />
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin<br />
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin<br />
[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes<br />
[MJ] and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes<br />
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Verse Two: MJG, Too $hort<br />
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I had to sacrifice, get things right<br />
In this rap life, I paid my dues<br />
Learn how to crawl, before I walk<br />
Then I learned how to tie my shoes<br />
Tryin crime, but it just didn't work for me<br />
Matter of fact it did it worse for me<br />
Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard<br />
It can only do hurt to me<br />
So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride<br />
And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to survive<br />
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool<br />
Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school<br />
And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different<br />
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we isn't<br />
When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing<br />
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons<br />
My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady<br />
Was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby<br />
MJG, what you see, on TV, is fame<br />
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game<br />
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I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin<br />
I make too much money bitch I can't stop rappin<br />
I live the fast life of a MC<br />
And I sell a lot of records makin pimp beats<br />
I could do a show tonight and make ten G's<br />
Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed<br />
Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway<br />
I always, get my dick sucked on the highway<br />
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Verse Three: Eightball, MJG<br />
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My way (pimp til I dieee) fuck a hoe<br />
Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio<br />
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this shit is goin<br />
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them<br />
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes<br />
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these hoes<br />
Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po'<br />
Eightball got flow, MJG <br />
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Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire<br />
The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get higher<br />
Eightball and MJG, Too $hort, we all must be<br />
The pimps of the industry, shit people pretend to be<br />
Fuck so why should we, settle down<br />
Leave the kitchen put the kettles down<br />
Stop from fillin all you hoes<br />
Give up the life of trues and vogues<br />
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep<br />
So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga<br />
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Chorus<br />
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[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin mind<br />
[TS] Pimp shit bitch<br />
[8B] Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me<br />
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes<br />
[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late<br />
[TS] It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland<br />
[8B] Straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat<br />
[TS] Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this<br />
[8B] Yea, New York to L.A.<br />
[TS] Beyitch!<br />
[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga<br />
[TS] T-Mix on the funk<br />
[8B] Dangerous Music, uhh<br />
[TS] Suave House<br />
[8B] I love that!
