Cant Stop

Space, Age-in baby
Right right right right
One time
Beyotch!
Yeah, you know how they like it baby, ******* you cant retire!
One: Too, 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 ******* 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 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, bumpin *** ***fiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasnt 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 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 *******z movin weight
The game been good to me, and I know that muh*******a bless you
Thanks for passin game , now lets get out here and make this loot
Too, Eightball, MJG
I wont stop rappin, I dont stop rappin
I got too much money ************ I cant stop rappin
We some presidential players, with money by the layers
Aint nuthin you broke ass *******z do that can fade us
I wont stop rappin, I dont stop rappin
I got too much money ************ I cant 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 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 ************t was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but dont be no muh****** fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I aint makin straight As in school
And aint wind up to be dumber * ******, only to be different
So all the ************t that you think we are, the ************t 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 ************ 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
******* 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 aint knowin, how far this ************t is goin
I wrote all my ************t, but *******z always talkin bout what I owe them
But Im gon show them, real *******z stand on they own ten toes
So Ima 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 aint 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 dos, pimpin hoes
Nuthin but the real ************t, nine-eight, for these tricks its too late
Its 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, thats right, Space Age forever, *******
T-Mix on the funk
Dangerous Music, uhh
Suave House
I love that!