Can't Stop
Eightball feat MJG & Too Short Lyrics
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Right right right right
One time
Beyotch
Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire!
From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I don't stop rappin' like my first tapes
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
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
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
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
My way (pimp til I die) 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
Yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin' mind
Pimp shit bitch
Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
$hort Dawg in the house, slammin' Cadillac do's, pimpin' hoes
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, uh
Suave House
I love that
The song "Can't Stop" by Eightball feat. MJG & Too Short is a celebration of the rappers' success in the hip-hop industry, and their refusal to ever stop rapping. The lyrics focus on the struggles they had to overcome in their early careers, including poverty and peer pressure, and the sacrifices they had to make to get to where they are now. They reminisce about the good times they've had on tour, the hot cars they've driven, and the bad b*****s they've been with.
The song's chorus repeats the phrase "I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin'" to emphasize the rappers' commitment to their craft. They assert that they make too much money and enjoy their fame too much to ever retire from the rap game. Their lyrics showcase their pride in being "pimps of the industry" and their love for making "pimp beats."
The song's use of slang, including terms like "beyotch," "snaps," and "pimpin'," highlights the rappers' identities as true hip-hop artists. The repeated refrain of "right right right right" creates a sense of urgency and excitement, reinforcing the message that the rappers will never stop.
Overall, "Can't Stop" is an upbeat, celebratory song that celebrates the life and success of rappers in the hip-hop industry. It presents an unapologetically confident and defiant attitude, which is a hallmark of many classic rap songs.
Line by Line Meaning
Space, Age-in baby
We represent the Space Age era, my dear
Right right right right
Absolutely, without a doubt
One time
Just this once, let's do it
Beyotch
A term of address, my friend
Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire!
Yes, you know how the people enjoy it, my friend, you can never quit!
From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
Starting from 1980 till 1988
I don't stop rappin' like my first tapes
I continue to rap just like in my early days
When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
When I had no money, I would quickly sell my tapes
One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
With just a glance, you could see my natural ability to seduce and charm
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
In 1989, I embarked on a tour with Eazy-E
A bunch of fine bitches tryin' to sleep with me
Many attractive women eagerly wanting to spend the night with me
Every night, sold out, turnin' young hoes
Every night, the shows were sold out, captivating the attention of young women
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
Gently persuade her to perform oral sex
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
I consumed a significant amount of marijuana and came up with many clever lyrics
Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time
Often engaged in sexual encounters with other men's partners
Now I'm ridin' on twenties wearin' nice clothes
Currently, I am cruising in a vehicle with 20-inch wheels and fashionable attire
but ain't nuttin' like pimpin' hoes, and ridin' Vogues
However, nothing quite compares to the art of seducing women and cruising in luxurious Cadillac vehicles
I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness
I lead a fulfilling life while striving to find happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin' this
I am immensely grateful to have achieved this level of success
opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
The chance to pass on our knowledge and success to others
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Just two years ago, I believed this would be my final musical creation
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Myself, Squeaky, Flex, and J, hanging out on Saratoga Street
Smokin' white boys, bumpin' dopefiend beats
Engaging in drug use with white individuals while playing addictively appealing music
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin' it
In 1988, I may not have had much money, but I was still earning a living
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin' sellin' cakes n shit
Individuals such as Lil' Tim were prospering by selling various illegal substances
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin' raps
I was present within the Mob Circle, composing rap verses
All about my snaps, tryin' to put Ball and G on the map
Focused on accumulating wealth, attempting to establish Ball and G as prominent figures
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Today, I possess my own business and have sexual relations with remarkable women
Kickin' it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Socializing with wealthy individuals in luxury cars, often painted in vibrant colors
Deliverin' hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Providing exceptional content, comparable to the service of Pizza Hut, for the toughest criminals
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Individuals who exploit women and transport illegal substances along the highways
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
Experience and appreciate my artistic style, combine it with your marijuana usage
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin' to leave this game
My dear $hort Dawg, I am unsure why you are attempting to retire from this profession
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Traveling from one state to another, encountering numerous women and opportunities to accumulate wealth
Writing raps, makin' more than them niggaz movin' weight
Composing lyrics and earning a greater income than individuals involved in drug trafficking
The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you
This profession has treated me well, and I recognize that it has also blessed you
Thanks for passin' game, now let's get out here and make this loot
I appreciate you sharing your knowledge, and now let's go out and earn a substantial income
I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin'
I will never cease my rapping career, it is a constant part of who I am
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin'
I possess an excessive amount of wealth, my dear, which prevents me from retiring as a rapper
We some presidential players, with money by the layers
We are influential and wealthy individuals, accumulating money in copious amounts
Ain't nuthin' you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
There is nothing that impoverished individuals like yourselves can do to diminish our status
I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
I own high-speed automobiles and enjoy dining near picturesque bodies of water
and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I encounter a multitude of attractive women each time I release new music
I had to sacrifice, get things right
I needed to make certain sacrifices and set things in order
In this rap life, I paid my dues
I have fully experienced the hardships and struggles associated with a rap career
Learn how to crawl, before I walk
I gained proficiency in the basics before moving on to more advanced skills
Then I learned how to tie my shoes
Subsequently, I acquired the skill of tying shoelaces
Tryin' crime, but it just didn't work for me
I attempted to engage in criminal activities, but it ultimately proved unsuccessful for me
Matter of fact it did it worse for me
In fact, it had a detrimental effect on my life
Gettin' eyes scarred, bein' weak one time ya hard
Sustaining injuries and displaying vulnerability despite previous acts of toughness
It can only do hurt to me
Such experiences can only cause harm to me
So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride
I resisted the influence of my peers and put aside my pride
And realized that this rap shit was gon' help me to survive
I came to the realization that pursuing a rap career would aid in my survival
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin' fool
Remain present and adapt to the circumstances without being foolish
Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin' straight A's in school
This music endeavor is all I have, as my academic performance isn't exceptional
And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
I haven't become an unintelligent individual, in fact, I've become distinctive
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we isn't
Therefore, all the assumptions you have about us are incorrect
When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
Growing up in the same circumstances as I did, escaping that environment is considered fortunate
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
Since most individuals from my origins fail to acquire valuable lessons
My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady
Rap was my initial passion, even before I became a father or had a significant other
was rappin', sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby
It was the act of rapping and creating poetic verses that stole my heart, my dear
MJG, what you see, on TV, is fame
MJG, what you witness on television is the epitome of fame
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game
However, the artist within me expresses his authentic self through various songs, he truly adores this profession
I make too much money bitch I can't stop rappin'
I earn a significant amount of money, my dear, therefore, I cannot retire from rapping
I live the fast life of a MC
I relish in the fast-paced lifestyle of a music artist
and I sell a lot of records makin' pimp beats
Furthermore, I successfully sell a large quantity of albums, producing captivating and seductive music
I could do a show tonight and make ten G's
I possess the ability to perform a concert tonight and earn a substantial amount of money
Fuck til the mornin', sleep late and smoke weed
Engage in sexual activities until morning, then sleep in and enjoy marijuana
Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway
I own three cars stored in my garage, along with a truck parked outside
I always, get my dick sucked on the highway
It is a regular occurrence for me to receive oral sex while driving on the highway
My way (pimp til I die) fuck a hoe
I will continue to engage in pimping until my death, disregarding the opinions of women
Unless that hoe is breakin' me off some dough, to hit the studio
Unless that woman is providing me with money to fund my studio sessions
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin', how far this shit is goin'
Smoking marijuana, unaware of the extent of my success
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin' bout what I owe them
I wrote all my own music, yet individuals still claim I owe them something
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes
However, I will prove them wrong, genuine individuals rely on their own abilities
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these hoes
Therefore, I will amass copious amounts of wealth and endeavor to engage in sexual intercourse with a multitude of women
Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po'
Whether they are friends or enemies, women or prostitutes, affluent or impoverished
Eightball got flow, MJG
Eightball possesses exceptional lyrical abilities, as does MJG
Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
Here comes the individual they refer to as the P-I, M-P, who will never retire
The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get higher
The consumption of marijuana, rolling in tree-like form, aids in achieving a heightened state
Eightball and MJG, Too $hort, we all must be
Eightball, MJG, and Too $hort, we are all representatives of this profession
the pimps of the industry, shit people pretend to be
The influential figures within the music industry, individuals pretend to be like us
Fuck so why should we, settle down
Therefore, why should we conform and lead a more stable lifestyle
Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
Abandon the mundane tasks and focus on more important matters
Stop from fillin' all you hoes
Cease the act of using women for personal pleasure
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Relinquish the extravagant and luxurious lifestyle
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
Absolutely not, it will not occur, as this situation is too profound
So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga
Consequently, I joined forces with my comrades to ensure that we all achieve financial success
Yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin' mind
Absolutely, undertaking this action once, for your intellectual stimulation
Pimp shit bitch
Engaging in pimp-related activities, my dear
Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
Eightball and MJG, now do you comprehend my significance?
$hort Dawg in the house, slammin' Cadillac do's, pimpin' hoes
$hort Dawg partaking in the current situation, closing the doors of a Cadillac and seducing women
It's that old school pimpin' all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
We engage in traditional pimping, spanning from Memphis to Oakland
Straight smokin' baby, fryin' em up fat
We consistently smoke marijuana, enjoying it to the fullest
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin' it like this
From Atlanta to Houston, we continue to operate in this manner
Yea, New York to L.A.
Yes, from New York to Los Angeles
Beyitch
A term of address, my friend
Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
That's correct, Space Age will always endure, my friend
T-Mix on the funk
T-Mix providing the musical arrangement
Dangerous Music, uh
A label associated with danger and risk, uh
Suave House
Associated with sophistication and style
I love that
I greatly enjoy that
Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: SHARI SHORT, STEFAN SKARBEK, TIM FAGAN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Anthony Perkins
So laid back on this track. Excellent collaboration by 8Ball, MJG and Too Short; T-Mix was on point with this hit.
Demetrius Rousseau
The only ones missing on this joint is Pimp C and Mr.3-2.
Ed Davis
A forever classic that will always get played in my rideπ€πΎπ―
D south
One of the best rap songs ever made!! π€π€πππ―π―π₯
Anthony Neverls
Tell em again πͺπΎβπΎ
Leigh
MJG snapped as always!
Rashad Borders
All of em killed it on this track!
Curtis Williams
That's the type music you ride to While headed up Highway going anywhere
Demetrius Rousseau
Yepπ―π―β
Mr Taylor
Facts