Don't Stop Rappin'
Too $hort Lyrics

8BSpace, Age-in baby
Space Age forever, nigga

TSRight right right right
T-Mix on the funk

8BOne time
One time, for your motherfuckin mind

TSBeyotch
Pimp shit bitch

8BYeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire
Yeah, you know how they like it baby, you can't retire from this game

From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
From 1980 through 1988

I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes
I continue rapping without stopping, just like I did on my first tapes

When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
When I was broke, I used to sell my tapes immediately

One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
Just one look, you could see the natural ability I have to be a pimp

In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
In 1989, I went on tour with Eazy-E

A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Many attractive women were trying to sleep with me

Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Every night, the shows were sold out and young women were getting turned on

Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I confidently tell her to suck my dick without any hesitation

I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
I used to smoke a lot of marijuana and rap a lot of verses

Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time
I was always having sex with other men's women

Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
Now, I drive a car with 20-inch rims and wear expensive clothing

But ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
But nothing compares to the satisfaction of pimping women and driving a Cadillac

I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness
I live a good life, always chasing my own happiness

I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
I'm very happy to have reached this level of success

Opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Opportunity, for both of us to pass on our knowledge and success

Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Two years ago, I thought this would be my final song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Me, Squeaky, Flex, and J, hanging out on Saratoga Street

Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Smoking marijuana and listening to music with a hypnotic beat

Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it
In 1988, I didn't have a lot of money, but I was still making it

Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
People like Lil' Tim were out there making a lot of money selling drugs

I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin raps
I was right there, in the Mob Circle, writing rap lyrics

All about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
All about making money and trying to establish Ball and G as successful artists

Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Nowadays, I own my own music and have sex with attractive women

Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Hanging out with wealthy people who drive Rolls-Royces and expensive luxury cars

Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Delivering hot music like Pizza Hut delivers hot pizzas for those hardcore thugs

Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
People who exploit women and transport drugs on the highway

Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
Feel the smoothness of my lyrics, mix it in with your favorite marijuana strain

$Hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this game
$hort Dawg, I don't understand why you're trying to quit the rap game

State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Traveling from state to state, encountering numerous women and opportunities to make money

Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight
By writing rap lyrics, I'm making more money than those guys involved in drug trafficking

The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you
The rap industry has been good to me, and I know it has blessed you too

Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot
Thank you for sharing your knowledge, now let's go out there and make a lot of money

TSI won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
I won't stop rapping, I don't stop rapping

TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
I have too much money, I can't stop rapping

8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
We are influential figures with layers of money

8BAin't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
There's nothing that you broke guys do that can compete with us

TSI won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
I won't stop rapping, I don't stop rapping

TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
I have too much money, I can't stop rapping

MJI drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
I drive fast cars and enjoy meals by lakes

MJand meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
And I meet a hundred different attractive women when I release new music

I had to sacrifice, get things right
I had to make sacrifices and set things straight

In this rap life, I paid my dues
In this rap career, I have worked hard and paid my dues

Learn how to crawl, before I walk
I learned how to start from the bottom before progressing

Then I learned how to tie my shoes
Then I learned the basics and mastered them

Tryin crime, but it just didn't work for me
I tried a life of crime, but it didn't suit me

Matter of fact it did it worse for me
In fact, it made things worse for me

Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard
Getting into dangerous situations and becoming weak when I was once strong

It can only do hurt to me
It can only bring harm to me

So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride
So, I resisted the urge to follow my peers and let go of my pride

And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to survive
And realized that pursuing a career in rap would help me survive

Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool
Stay alive, adapt to the circumstances but don't be foolish

Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school
This music is everything to me, since I'm not excelling academically

And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
I didn't end up being a stupid guy, only different from the norm

So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we isn't
All the assumptions you make about us are incorrect

When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
When you grow up where I come from, escaping that environment is a blessing

Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
Because half the people where I come from never learn from their mistakes

My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady
Rapping was my first love, even before having a daughter or a romantic partner

Was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby
Rapping, creating beautiful lyrics, is something I truly love, my baby

MJG, what you see, on TV, is fame
MJG, what you see on TV is the fame

But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game
But the rapper I become when I express myself in my music, I love this game

I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
I won't stop rapping, I don't stop rapping

I make too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
I make too much money, I can't stop rapping

I live the fast life of a MC
I live the fast-paced life of a MC

And I sell a lot of records makin pimp beats
And I sell a lot of records by producing pimp beats

I could do a show tonight and make ten G's
I could perform a show tonight and make ten thousand dollars

Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Engage in sexual activities until the morning, sleep in and smoke marijuana

Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway
I own three cars in my garage and a truck in the driveway

I always, get my dick sucked on the highway
I always receive oral sex while driving on the highway

My way (pimp til I dieee) fuck a hoe
My way (being a pimp until I die) I don't care about a woman

Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio
Unless that woman is providing me with money to record in the studio

Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this shit is goin
Blowing, people don't realize how successful this music is becoming

I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them
I wrote all my own music, but people always demanding what they feel is owed to them

But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes
But I'm going to prove them wrong, real men stand on their own two feet

So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these hoes
So I'm going to make a lot of money and do my best to have sex with as many women as possible

Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po'
Whether they are a friend or an enemy, a woman or a prostitute, rich or poor

Eightball got flow, MJG
Eightball has a great flow, MJG

Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
Here comes the one they call the P-I-M-P, never going to retire

The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get higher
Smoking marijuana helps me achieve a higher state of mind

Eightball and MJG, Too $hort, we all must be
Eightball and MJG, Too $hort, we must all be the same

The pimps of the industry, shit people pretend to be
We are the pimps of the music industry, something that people pretend to be

Fuck so why should we, settle down
So why should we settle for a monogamous relationship

Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
Leave behind the hustle and focus on something else

Stop from fillin all you hoes
Stop from taking advantage of all these women

Give up the life of trues and vogues
Give up the lifestyle of luxury cars and fancy clothes

Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
Hell no, it's not going to happen, this situation is too complex

So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga
So I joined forces with my companions so we can all become wealthy, my friend

8BYea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin mind
Yeah yeah, one time, for your own good

TSPimp shit bitch
Pimp shit, bitch

8BEightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
Eightball and MJG, now how do you perceive us

TS$hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
Too $hort in the house, closing the doors of his Cadillac, and exploiting women

8BNuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late
Nothing but the honest truth, in 1998, it's too late for these women

TSIt's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
This is the old school way of pimpin that extends from Memphis to Oakland

8BStraight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
Straight up smoking, baby, getting high

TSAtlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
From Atlanta to Houston, we're still doing it this way

8BYea, New York to L.A
Yeah, from New York to Los Angeles

TSBeyitch
Bitch

8BHah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
That's right, Space Age forever, my friend

TST-Mix on the funk
T-Mix on the funky beat

8BDangerous Music, uhh
Dangerous Music, uhh

TSSuave House
Suave House

8BI love that
I love that