Testo 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, nigga you can't retire!Verse One: Too $hort, EightballFrom nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eightI Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapesWhen I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with meEvery night, sold out, turnin young hoesTell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouthI smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymesAlways fucked up in niggaz bitches all the timeNow I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothesbut ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin VoguesI live a good life, in my pursuit of happinessI'm so glad, to get to the point of havin thisopportunity, for you and me to pass it onTwo years ago, I thought it'd be my last songMe, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga StreetSmokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beatsEighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin itNiggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shitI was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin rapsAll about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the mapNowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitchesKickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixesDeliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugsNiggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugsFeel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this gameState to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to makeWriting raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weightThe game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless youThanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this lootChorus: Too $hort, Eightball, MJG[TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us[TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes[MJ] and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapesVerse Two: MJG, Too $hortI had to sacrifice, get things rightIn this rap life, I paid my duesLearn how to crawl, before I walkThen I learned how to tie my shoesTryin crime, but it just didn't work for meMatter of fact it did it worse for meGettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hardIt can only do hurt to meSo I sucked up my peer pressure, and my prideAnd realized that this rap shit was gon help me to surviveStay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin foolHell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in schoolAnd ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be differentSo all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we isn'tWhen you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessingCause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessonsMy first love, even before I had a daughter, or a ladywas rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my babyMJG, what you see, on TV, is fameBut the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this gameI won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappinI make too much money bitch I can't stop rappinI live the fast life of a MCand I sell a lot of records makin pimp beatsI could do a show tonight and make ten G'sFuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weedThree cars in my garage, truck in the drivewayI always, get my dick sucked on the highwayVerse Three: Eightball, MJGMy way (pimp til I dieee) fuck a hoeUnless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studioBlowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this shit is goinI wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe themBut I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toesSo I'ma make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these hoesFriend 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 retireThe tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get higherEightball and MJG, Too $hort, we all must bethe pimps of the industry, shit people pretend to beFuck so why should we, settle downLeave the kitchen put the kettles downStop from fillin all you hoesGive up the life of trues and voguesHell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deepSo I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, niggaChorus[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin mind[TS] Pimp shit bitch[8B] Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, 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, nigga[TS] T-Mix on the funk[8B] Dangerous Music, uhh[TS] Suave House[8B] I love that!