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sp-ce, age in, baby
right, right, right, right
one time
beyotch
yeah, you know how they like it, baby
n-gga 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 â€~em instantly
one look, you could tell it was the pimp in me
in eighty-nine, i went on tour with eazy-e
a bunch of fine b-tches tryin’ to sleep with me
every night, sold out, turnin’ young hoes
tell her baby, no doubt, stick this d-ck in yo’ mouth
i smoked a lot of weed, i said a lot of rhymes
always f-cked up in n-ggas b-tches 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 p-ss 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’ dope fiend beats
eighty-eight, my pockets wasn’t straight, but i was makin’ it
n-ggas like lil’ tim was out there ballin’ sellin’ cakes n sh-t
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 sh-t and bone bad b-tches
kickin’ it with rich n-ggas in rollers and candy sixes
deliverin’ hot sh-t like pizza hut for them hardcore thugs
n-ggas who pimp b-tches and hit the highway with them drugs
feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
short 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 n-ggas movin’ weight
the game been good to me, and i know that muhf-cka bless you
thanks for p-ssin’ game, now let’s get out here and make this loot
i won’t stop rappin’, i don’t stop rappin’
i got too much money b-tch i can’t stop rappin’
we some presidential players, with money by the layers
ain’t nuthin’ you broke -ss n-ggas do that can fade us
i won’t stop rappin’, i don’t stop rappin’
i got too much money b-tch i can’t stop rappin’
i drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
and meet a hundred different b-tches 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
getting’ 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 sh-t was gon help me to survive
stay alive, go with the flow but don’t be no muhf-ckin’ fool
h-ll this music thing is all i got
i ain’t makin’ straight a’s in school
and ain’t wind up to be dumber n-gga, only to be different
so all the sh-t that you think we are, the sh-t that we isn’t
when you raised up, where i come from, make it out is a blessing
â€~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
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 b-tch 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
f-ck â€~til the mornin’, sleep late and smoke weed
three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway
i always, get my d-ck sucked on the highway
my way pimp â€~til i die, f-ck a hoe
unless that hoe is breakin’ me off some dough
to hit the studio blowin’, n-ggas ain’t knowin’
how far this sh-t is goin’?
i wrote all my sh-t but n-ggas
always talkin’ â€~bout what i owe them
but i’m gon’ show them, real n-ggas
stand on they own ten toes
so i’ma make all the money
and try my best to f-ck all these hoes
friend or foe, a b-tch 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 short
we all must be
the pimps of the industry
sh-t people pretend to be
f-ck 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
h-ll no, it ain’t gon’ happen
this sh-t too deep
so i hooked up with my comrades
so we can all get rich, n-gga
i won’t stop rappin’, i don’t stop rappin’
i got too much money b-tch i can’t stop rappin’
we some presidential players, with money by the layers
ain’t nuthin’ you broke -ss n-ggas do that can fade us
i won’t stop rappin’, i don’t stop rappin’
i got too much money b-tch i can’t stop rappin’
i drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
and meet a hundred different b-tches when i drop new tapes
yeah, yeah, one time, for your motherf-ckin’ mind
pimp sh-t b-tch
eightball and mjg, now what you weigh me
short dawg in the house, slammin cadillac do’s, pimpin hoes
nuthin’ but the real sh-t, nine-eight
for these tricks it’s too late
it’s that old school pimpin’
all the way from memphis, to oakland
straight smokin’ baby, fryin’ â€~em up fat
atlanta to houston, we still doin’ it like this
yeah, new york to l.a
beyitch
hah, that’s right, sp-ce age forever, n-gga
t-mix on the funk
dangerous music, uhh
suave house
i love that

- too hort

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