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Can't Stop

Too Short

Nationwide 2 Ghetto Pass: The Compilation [Southwest Wholesale]

2000

don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[MJ] and meet a hundred different

work, you might sell it, or you gon' get caught with it, ah

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick (whole brick)
Fiends still hit me when they dope

We were in the backseat
Drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar
"I rent a place on Cornelia Street"
I say casually in the car
We

scared (scared)

[Verse:]
I wanna thank god for blessin me
To hit you wit this recipe
Yeah you got more bread than me
Bitch but I know you scared of me

a car cannot take you
Let your body embrace the sin
Art in the nude, ropes and hot wax
Are you ready to begin
Let's crash this car
Let's get burnt by

Miss Match miss match miss match 
Miss match everything miss match 
Cars miss matched 
Clothes miss matched
Hoes miss matched
Everything miss matched

grovvy
Bippin inna fast car, speeding like its Nascar
With the figure up I'm grovvy
Bippin inna fast car, speeding like its Nascar
With the figure up I'm

the cars
React quick
Hit you cats like a Mac spit
Comfortable Slept on
Like a thousand dollars mattress
A thoro bread
Y'all cats are drama queens like

and right
It go dead, it go live in the movie scary movie
Man, she gon hit by the car, flip over that bitch
Wit her titties out, damn
Now she stickin em out

I’m not an ocean and you're not my menace
I am a river and done with your BS
I was your highway, you were my car
But you kept revving engines

Sun is shining on this car full of hooligans
Windows fogging up in every vehicle we pull up in
Bowls stay lit like an explosive 'bout to pull the pin

Fast cars, fast life, now we livin mean

Gettin drunk on fame, feel like I'm 18
I'm fresh and I got power, yea I'll be seen
I'll deny my faults cause I'm

got hit by cupid
Everybody knows that im so ruthless
Turning straight men gay at the flick of their light switch

I spit my shit like every other day

And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around

out that I'm recruitin' (The Butcher comin', nigga)
We throw so many clips, that way, we can make movers (brrt)
Brick in the car three lanes away from

Hit me if you lonely
You hate me I know
Cause off that liquor I'm phony
She said don't hit my phone
But baby you know me
I'm your homie
Call if you

Big loud bass shake the whole car
Gun on me ’cause I don’t know y’all
Short nigga but I’ma stand tall
Gotta nasty lil’ bitch and she bent over
All I

the sun hits my eye
I rev the engine kick the car into drive
Just got just go just go just go-ho

Sometimes I feel that I awake up in a haze
Where am I at,

Shorty know that I'm like that, like that
Send him to hit, he wont fight back, fight back
Call you an uber, ain't giving you a ride back
I'm living my life

to fuck her in the car at the call center
Now she got a situation but been missin' me a little
Ten missed calls, I can tell she off the '42
Hit me with

to have fun
See I got sunshine, on a rainy day can't steal this smile from me
Car barely runnin' bank account ain't got no money
When the problems hit I

by all these stones
She only want my drugs and yeah, the Louis V (Yeah)
I just hit your girl and now she won't leave me
Fast car I be speeding like

awe
Hit this shit its hard
Gotta smoke in this car
Cutting bitches off
Dont know where we are
Pound of dope in the trunk
This gas aint taking us far
But

home
Load the car, we've gotta hit the road
Runnin' like a getaway
Hold the smoking gun
Just shot a man
Had to do what's right
Now I'm up all night
Did