Spice 1

"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, n*gga you can't retire!

Verse One: Too $hort, 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 b*tches tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this di*k in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always f*cked up in n*ggas b*tches 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
n*ggas like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n sh*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 sh*t and bone bad b*tches
Kickin it with rich n*ggas in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot sh*t like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
n*ggas who pimp b*tches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$hort 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 n*ggas movin weight
The game been good to me, and I know that muhf*cka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot

Chorus: Too $hort, 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 ass n*ggas 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 b*tches when I drop new tapes

Verse Two: MJG, Too $hort

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 sh*t was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhf*ckin 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 n*gga, only to be different
So all the sh*t that you think we are, the sh*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
f*ck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway
I always, get my di*k sucked on the highway

Verse Three: Eightball, MJG

My way (pimp til I dieee) f*ck a hoe
Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, n*ggas ain't knowin, how far this sh*t is goin
I wrote all my sh*t, but n*ggas always talkin bout what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real n*ggas stand on they own ten toes
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to f*ck 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 $hort, we all must be
The pimps of the industry, sh*t people pretend to be
f*ck 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 sh*t too deep
So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, n*gga


[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your motherf*ckin mind
[TS] Pimp sh*t b*tch
[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 sh*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, n*gga
[TS] T-Mix on the funk
[8B] Dangerous Music, uhh
[TS] Suave House
[8B] I love that!

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