Lirik Lagu Can't Stop - Too Short
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[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 $hort, Eightball
From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eightI Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapesWhen I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with meEvery night, sold out, turnin young hoesTell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouthI smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymesAlways fucked up in niggaz bitches all the timeNow I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothesbut ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin VoguesI live a good life, in my pursuit of happinessI'm so glad, to get to the point of havin thisopportunity, for you and me to pass it onTwo years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga StreetSmokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beatsEighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin itNiggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shitI was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin rapsAll about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the mapNowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitchesKickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixesDeliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugsNiggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugsFeel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this gameState to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to makeWriting raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weightThe game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless youThanks 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 go
Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball
From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eightI Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapesWhen I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with meEvery night, sold out, turnin young hoesTell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouthI smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymesAlways fucked up in niggaz bitches all the timeNow I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothesbut ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin VoguesI live a good life, in my pursuit of happinessI'm so glad, to get to the point of havin thisopportunity, for you and me to pass it onTwo years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga StreetSmokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beatsEighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin itNiggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shitI was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin rapsAll about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the mapNowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitchesKickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixesDeliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugsNiggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugsFeel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this gameState to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to makeWriting raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weightThe game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless youThanks 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 go
