Don't Stop Rappin' (feat. Eightball & MJG)

Space, Age in, baby Right, right, right, right One time Beyotch Yeah, you know how they like it, baby From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight I Don't Stop Rappin' like my first tapes When I was broke, I used to sell it instantly One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E A bunch of fine bitches tryin' to sleep with me Every night, sold out, turnin' young hoes Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes Always fucked up in niggas bitches 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' dope fiend beats Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin' it Niggas like Lil' Tim was out there ballin' sellin' cakes n shit 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 shit and bone bad bitches Kickin' it with rich niggas in rollers and candy sixes Deliverin' hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs Niggas who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main Short 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 niggas movin' weight The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you Thanks for passin' game, now let's get out here and make this loot I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin' I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin' We some presidential players, with money by the layers Ain't nuthin' you broke ass niggas do that can fade us I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin' I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin' I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes And meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes 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 Getting' 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 shit was gon help me to survive Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin' 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 nigga, only to be different So all the shit that you think we are, the shit 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 bitch 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 Fuck til the mornin', sleep late and smoke weed Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway I always, get my dick sucked on the highway My way pimp 'til I die, fuck a hoe Unless that hoe is breakin' me off some dough To hit the studio blowin', niggas ain't knowin' How far this shit is goin'? I wrote all my shit but niggas Always talkin' 'bout what I owe them But I'm gon' show them, real niggas Stand on they own ten toes So I'ma make all the money And try my best to fuck all these hoes Friend or foe, a bitch 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 Short We all must be The pimps of the industry Shit people pretend to be Fuck 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 shit too deep So I hooked up with my comrades So we can all get rich, nigga I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin' I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin' We some presidential players, with money by the layers Ain't nuthin' you broke ass niggas do that can fade us I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin' I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin' I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes And meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes Yeah, yeah, one time, for your motherfuckin' mind Pimp shit bitch Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me Short Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes Nuthin' but the real shit, 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 Yeah, New York to L.A Beyitch Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga T-Mix on the funk