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Cant Stop - текст песни



Can't Stop


[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-eight


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 (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 (Texts of songs )




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



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