Can't Stop Lyrics - 911

Space, Age-in baby 

Right right right right 

One time 

Beyotch! 

Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire! 

One: Too, 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 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 niggaz 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 

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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 

Niggaz 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 niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes 

Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs 

Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs 

Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main 

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 niggaz 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 

Too, Eightball, MJG 

Photos 

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 niggaz 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 

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 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 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 

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 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 

Three: Eightball, MJG 

My way (pimp til I dieee) fuck a hoe 

Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio 

Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this shit is goin 

I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them 

But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz 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, 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 

Yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin mind 

Pimp shit bitch 

Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me 

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 

Yea, New York to L.A. 

Beyitch! 

Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga 

T-Mix on the funk 

Dangerous Music, uhh 

Suave House 

I love that!