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')