Can't Stop

8B Space, Age-in baby
TS Right right right right
8B One time
TS Beyotch!
8B Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigg* you can't retire!

Verse One: Too USDhort, 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 girls tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this d*ck in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fked up in girls 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 dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it
like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n s**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 s**t and bone bad girls
Kickin it with rich in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot s**t like Pizza Hut for them hardc*re thugs
who pimp girls and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
USDhort 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 movin weight
The game been good to me, and I know that muhfka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot

Chorus: Too USDhort, Eightball, MJG

TS I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
TS I got too much money b*tch I can't stop rappin
8B We some presidential players, with money by the layers
8B Ain't nuthin you broke as* do that can fade us
TS I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
TS I got too much money b*tch I can't stop rappin
MJ I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
MJ and meet a hundred different girls when I drop new tapes

Verse Two: MJG, Too USDhort

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 s**t was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfkin 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 nigg*, only to be different
So all the s**t that you think we are, the s**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
was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby
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*tch 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
fk til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway
I always, get my d*ck sucked on the highway

Verse Three: Eightball, MJG

My way (pimp til I dieee) fk a hoe
Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, ain't knowin, how far this s**t is goin
I wrote all my s**t, but always talkin bout what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real stand on they own ten toes
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to fk all these hoes
Friend or foe, a b*tch 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 USDhort, we all must be
the pimps of the industry, s**t people pretend to be
fk 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 s**t too deep
So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigg*

Chorus

8B Yea yea, one time, for your motherfkin mind
TS Pimp s**t b*tch
8B Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
TS USDhort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
8B Nuthin but the real s**t, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late
TS It's 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, that's right, Space Age forever, nigg*
TS T-Mix on the funk
8B Dangerous Music, uhh
TS Suave House
8B I love that!