Too $hort — Don’t Stop Rappin’ 8Ball & MJG Version

[Intro: Eightball & Too $hort] Space agein', baby (Don't stop rappin') Right, right, right, right One time Bitch Yeah, you know how we like it, baby [Verse 1: Too $hort & (Eightball)] From 1980 through '88 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 (The pimp in me) In '89, 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 out Tell her, "Baby, no doubt, stick this dick in your mouth" I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes (That's right) Always fuck other niggas' bitches all the time Now I'm ridin' on 20's, wearin' nice clothes (Nice clothes) But ain't nothin' 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 [Verse 2: Eightball] Me, Squeeky, Flex, and J, on Saratoga Street Smokin' white boys bumpin' "Dope Fiend Beat" '88, my pockets wasn't straight but I was makin' it Niggas like Lil Tim was out there ballin', sellin' cakes and shit I was right there, on Lamar Circle, writin' raps All about my snaps, tryin' to put Ball & G on the map Nowadays, I own my shit and bone bad bitches Kickin' it wit' rich niggas in Rovers and candy 6's Deliverin' hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs Niggas who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs Feel my flow, mix it in wit' your chronic, mayne Short Dog, I don't know why you tried to leave this game State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make Writin' raps, makin' more than them niggas movin' weight The game been good to me and I know that muhfucka blessed you Thanks for passin' game, now let's get out here and make this loot [Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball & MJG] 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 nothin' you broke ass niggas 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 [Verse 3: MJG] I had to sacrifice, get things right, in this rap life, I paid my dues Learned how to crawl before I walk, then I learned how to tie my shoes Tried crime but it just didn't work for me Matter of fact, it did it worse for me In the eyes of God, went weak when get times get hard It could only do hurt to me So I sucked up my fear of pressure, and my pride And realized that this rap shit was gon' help me to survive Stay alive, good 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, to make it out is a blessing 'Cause havin' cash where I come from, the little learn they lesson 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 rap, I let loose almost anything, I love this game [Verse 4: Too $hort] 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 an MC And I sell a lot of records makin' pimp beats I could do a show tonight and make 10 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 5: Eightball] My way, pimp 'til I die, fuck a ho Unless that ho is breakin' me off some dough to hit the studio Blowin', niggas ain't knowin' how far this shit is goin' I wrote all my shit, but niggas always talkin' 'bout what I owe them But I'm gon' show them real niggas 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 ho, rich or poor Eightball got flow, MJG [Verse 6: 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 8Ball & 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 kettle down Stop revealin' all you hoes, give up the life of Trues and Vogues Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too thick So I hooked up with my comrades so we could all get rich, nigga [Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball & MJG] 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 nothin' you broke ass niggas 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 [Outro: Eightball & Too $hort] Yeah yeah, one time for your muthafuckin' mind (Don't stop rappin') Pimp shit, bitch 8Ball & MJG, now what, you ain't me Short Dog in the house, slammin' Cadillac doors, pimpin' hoes Nothin' but the real shit, 9-8, for these tricks, it's too late That old school pimpin' all the way from Memphis to Oakland Straight smokin', baby, firin' up fat Atlanta to Houston, we still doin' it like this Yeah, New York to L.A Bitch Ha, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga T-Mix on the funk (Don't stop rappin', don't stop rappin')