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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 cant retire!
  • Verse one: too $hort, eightball
  • From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
  • I dont 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 *****es 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 *****ed up in niggaz *****es all the time
  • Now Im ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
  • But aint nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin vogues
  • I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness
  • Im so glad, to get to the point of havin this
  • Opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
  • Two years ago, I thought itd be my last song
  • Me, squeaky, flex and j, on saratoga street
  • Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
  • Eighty-eight, my pockets wasnt 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 *****es
  • Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
  • Deliverin hot shit like pizza hut for them hardcore thugs
  • Niggaz who pimp *****es and hit the highway with them drugs
  • Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
  • $hort dawg, I dont know why you tryin to leave this game
  • State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
  • Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight
  • The game been good to me, and I know that muh*****a bless you
  • Thanks for passin game, now lets get out here and make this loot
  • Chorus: too $hort, eightball, mjg
  • [ts] I wont stop rappin, I dont stop rappin
  • [ts] I got too much money ***** I cant stop rappin
  • [8b] we some presidential players, with money by the layers
  • [8b] aint nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
  • [ts] I wont stop rappin, I dont stop rappin
  • [ts] I got too much money ***** I cant stop rappin
  • [mj] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
  • [mj] and meet a hundred different *****es when I drop new tapes
  • Verse two: mjg, too $hort
  • I had to sacrifice, get things right
  • In this rap life, I paid my dues
  • Learn how to crawl, before I walk
  • Then I learned how to tie my shoes
  • Tryin crime, but it just didnt work for me
  • Matter of fact it did it worse for me
  • Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard
  • It can only do hurt to me
  • So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride
  • And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to survive
  • Stay alive, go with the flow but dont be no muh*****in fool
  • Hell this music thing is all I got, I aint makin straight as in school
  • And aint wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
  • So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we isnt
  • When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
  • Cause half the cats, where I come from, dont ever learn they lessons
  • 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 rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game
  • I wont stop rappin, I dont stop rappin
  • I make too much money ***** I cant stop rappin
  • I live the fast life of a mc
  • And I sell a lot of records makin pimp beats
  • I could do a show tonight and make ten gs
  • ***** 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 three: eightball, mjg
  • My way (pimp til I dieee) ***** a hoe
  • Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio
  • Blowin, niggaz aint knowin, how far this shit is goin
  • I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them
  • But Im gon show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes
  • So ima make all the money, and try my best to ***** all these hoes
  • Friend or foe, a ***** or hoe, rich or po
  • Eightball got flow, 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
  • Eightball and mjg, too $hort, we all must be
  • The pimps of the industry, shit people pretend to be
  • ***** so why should we, settle down
  • Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
  • Stop from fillin all you hoes
  • Give up the life of trues and vogues
  • Hell no, it aint gon happen, this shit too deep
  • So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga
  • Chorus
  • [8b] yea yea, one time, for your mother*****in mind
  • [ts] pimp shit *****
  • [8b] eightball and mjg, now what you weigh me
  • [ts] $hort dawg in the house, slammin cadillac dos, pimpin hoes
  • [8b] nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks its too late
  • [ts] its that old school pimpin all the way from memphis, to oakland
  • [8b] straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
  • [ts] atlanta to houston, we still doin it like this
  • [8b] yea, new york to l.a.
  • [ts] beyitch!
  • [8b] hah, thats right, space age forever, nigga
  • [ts] t-mix on the funk
  • [8b] dangerous music, uhh
  • [ts] suave house
  • [8b] I love that!

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