Too $hort Don't Stop Rappin' Lyrics

Don't Stop Rappin' Track Listing
Cassette 1
  • 1 Don't Stop Rappin'
  • 2 Shortrapp
  • 3 Girl
  • 4 Female Funk
  • 5 Playboy Short
  • 8BSpace, Age-in baby
    TSRight right right right
    8BOne time
    TSBeyotch
    8BYeah, you know how they like it baby, ***** you can't retire

    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 *****es tryin to sleep with me
    Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
    Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this **** in yo' mouth
    I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
    Always ****ed up in *****z *****es 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

    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
    *****z like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n ****
    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 **** and bone bad *****es
    Kickin it with rich *****z in rollers, and candy sixes
    Deliverin hot **** like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
    *****z who pimp *****es 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 than them *****z movin weight
    The game been good to me, and I know that muh****a bless you
    Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot

    TSI won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
    TSI got too much money ***** I can't stop rappin
    8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
    8BAin't nuthin you broke *** *****z do that can fade us
    TSI won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
    TSI got too much money ***** I can't stop rappin
    MJI drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
    MJand meet a hundred different *****es when I drop new tapes

    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 didn't 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 **** was gon help me to survive
    Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muh****in 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 *****, only to be different
    So all the **** that you think we are, the **** that we isn't
    When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
    Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't 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 won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
    I make too much money ***** I can't 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 G's
    **** til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
    Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway
    I always, get my **** sucked on the highway

    My way (pimp til I dieee) **** a hoe
    Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio
    Blowin, *****z ain't knowin, how far this **** is goin
    I wrote all my ****, but *****z always talkin bout what I owe them
    But I'm gon' show them, real *****z stand on they own ten toes
    So I'ma 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, **** 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 ain't gon' happen, this **** too deep
    So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, *****

    8BYea yea, one time, for your **********in mind
    TSPimp **** *****
    8BEightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
    TS$hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
    8BNuthin but the real ****, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late
    TSIt's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
    8BStraight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
    TSAtlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
    8BYea, New York to L.A
    TSBeyitch
    8BHah, that's right, Space Age forever, *****
    TST-Mix on the funk
    8BDangerous Music, uhh
    TSSuave House
    8BI love that

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