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(feat. Mjg, Too $Hort) [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, 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 Letras de canciones 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 $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 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 [Chorus: 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 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 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 [Verse 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 $hort, 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 [Chorus] [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 From Letras Mania