Can't Stay

Yeah, we balling baby
(as we proceed to give you what we need) thats right
Oh you dont know, we gonna tell you how it is

Chorus:

When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life

Verse one:

You thought it was a fad, you really cant understand rap
How these young playas come up and live fat
Big houses, cars, watch the homies bubble
Do a lot of good but cant stay out of trouble
?? cause hes the president, he bought a lot of stuff you could never get
Take us to the game you wanna see my bus,
But all the little kids wanna be like us
When they get home, and turn the tv on,
Its too $hort baby on the microphone
I see a lot of styles when im watching videos
Looking at the backround talking at the hoes
Then they r and b cats incorporated rap into their program
(what happened to the slow jams)
We dropping platinum, numba one, bitch, thats how its done

Chorus:

When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life

Verse two:

Lil homie went to school everyday, knew what he wanted
Wa'nt trying to be a thug wa'nt trying to get blunted
It was all a dream, but theres certain things
You gotta do, like do good in school
His best friend wouldnt listen didnt make good grades
Coach kicked him off the team wouldnt let 'em play
So he stopped going to school and started hangin with some g's
Drinkin beer and smoking weed
Two years later one went to college quick he got a basketball scholarship
His homeboy was in the hood one day got arrested
Took him to the pen they say he got molested
Jealous cause his old friend took the right path
Watching espn i saw him in the draft
Now he got a v-12 sittin on dubs, thats how it is when ya what

Chorus:

When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life

Verse three:

She used to be a nerd on the honor roll
A four eye conesour, books kinda short on looks
A latch key kid, best friend was her computer
In high school nobody wanted to do her
When she graduated from college she got paid
Got a good job, now she got it made
Gots some contacts, and let her hair down
She gots the legs and the walk that'll make you stare her down
You betta get youre shit together you running out of time
Something on your mind, you need to stop lyin'
You aint balling like her you cant get into the party
Out in beverly hills trying flip a ferrari
Butcha credit aint cool and you got declined
He said "youre welcome" and "but to come back anytime"
But me, im spending cash for this bitch
And thats just the way it is

Chorus:

When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life

[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

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 than them niggaz movin weight
The game been good to me, and i know that muhfucka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot

Chorus: too $hort, eightball, mjg

[ts] i won't stop rappin, i don't stop rappin
[ts] i got too much money bitch i can't stop rappin
[8b] we some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8b] ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[ts] i won't stop rappin, i 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 bitches 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 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 shit was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin 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 nigga, only to be different
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit 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 bitch 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
Fuck 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) fuck a hoe
Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this shit is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what i owe them
But i'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes
So i'ma make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these hoes
Friend or foe, a bitch 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
Fuck 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 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 motherfuckin mind
[ts] pimp shit bitch
[8b] eightball and mjg, now what you weigh me
[ts] $hort dawg in the house, slammin cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
[8b] nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late
[ts] it's 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, that's right, space age forever, nigga
[ts] t-mix on the funk
[8b] dangerous music, uhh
[ts] suave house
[8b] i love that!

Ah yeah

Scarface
Short dog

Yeah

Longevity

Fake niggas...

{scarface:}
And you can tell em i said it
I said muthafuckas is takin the credit
Been in the game for 20 minutes, and they thinkin they legends
All on their videos showin off, frontin for the camera
One-hit wonders is playin games, fakin stamina
I damage ya, throwin blows to your egos
Flossin new leather, think you the shit wearin these clothes
And supposed to flash and have the finer things
But can't seem to keep your money, cause you're buyin rings
What is you gettin, 7 or 6, new record contract?
Bustin your bomb raps, but you ain't gettin your funds back
Fuck that, i been around since '86
Way before my muthafuckin mind played tricks
And when too $hort told me this bitch, it wasn't givin
Cause i'm sick and tired of niggas fantasizin they livin
All on the tell-lie-vision tryina front like that's your car
With a fat-ass cigar, you ain't no muthafuckin star
What you are is a nigga lost, dazed and confused
Back in the day that you stepped in it is the day that you do
But on the cool, some niggas been around since the '70s
Steadily preachin to us all longevity

[chorus]
You don't get shit for free
Your own destiny
Longevity
Longevity

{kb:}
10 years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some mc rhymes
But back then i said: fuck rhymin, i was tryina get laid
But now it's '98, i'm all about gettin paid
Fuck that bullshit you niggas be on in your videos
Drive the shit your c.e.o. own
In their home, at their parties, you niggas dummies
Muthafucka, fuck the fame, it's all about the money
And then the power (money and the power)
Slingin tapes like powder
Everything i own is mine, don't understand 'ours'
This's a serious business
My nigga, take care of your business
Especially you niggas with gimmicks, your ass is finished
In the nick of time, fuck havin the tightest rhymes
You better grind, it's plenty fools dope without a dime
So i'm tight with mines, and i prove that every time
Just to let you niggas know i'm out to get mine
That's longevity

[chorus]

{too $hort:}
Who got the freshman flop or the sophomore jinx
Rappers blow up, fall off, and think
Been there, done that, about to make a comeback
I'm on some new shit, not like my young raps
I know what you sold, first album went gold
Then you changed the style, shoulda stuck with the old
Flows, and the old clothes, cause now you fake
You ain't got no hoes committin foul play
Hatin on me, but you're waitin to see
Old school too $hort in the place to be
I ain't backstage chasin young girlies
I'm chasin money, i'm in my early 30s
Still sellin records, and i'm still a real player
Can't understand how you still could be a hater
Said i don't stop rappin from the start
If you don't believe me, go check the charts
Bitch

[chorus]

Yeah that's right
We gonna flash back
To 1983
I'ma show you niggas how i was spittin' this pimp game
Before most of you niggas even started rappin'
1983, too $hort
Word for word
Like this baby, invasion of the flat booty bitches

A nigga like me i know what's up
I want a nasty bitch with a lot of butt
If i can't find one anywhere
It turns my dreams to nightmares
Baby right there ain't got no ass
But she's okay if she got cash

Bitches, bitches, bitches
Invasion of the flat booty bitches

I'll tell 'bout a day that i had
Seen nothin' but bitches with no ass
I woke up early felling right
Do the same damn thing every day of my life
Cause every morning you know i get
A good blowjob from a real fine bitch
Strokin', smokin', sir too $hort
Thinking about the day before
30 minutes after i rolled out
I pulled a freak took her to my house
She was hella young with a lot of butt
She sucked my dick and then we fucked
That good tight pussy i couldn't pass
A light-skined freak with so much ass
At 1 p.m. i was fuckin' away
I wanna do the same thing again today
Today my story made itself
Every bitch i saw was flat as hell
I told myself "i must need glasses"
Where's them bitches with the big round asses
Me and me homie just wanna be tuff
Bring two bitches then switch'em up
It was 3:35 the strip was lit
Every two blocks i saw a different bitch
Waitng on the bus someone was walking
Me and my homie just started talking
I said "homie she looks good"
He said "that ass is flat as wood"
I said "what about baby in the black"
And he said "short she's all that"

Bitches, bitches, bitches
Invasion of the flat booty bitches

Every single day of the week
For every nigger living there's a freak
If you got game and a bed
Why not get fucked and get some head
Cause bitches all over wanna get fucked
I just need one with a lot of butt
Me and my homie rollin' and smokin'
Flat booty bitches took over oakland
I told my homie "i hate to say
All the bitches with ass stay home today"
And he said "short what now"
Put the pedal to the metal and hit the beat town
I thought them bitches out there was fine
But the invasion was on and it fucked my mind

Bitches, bitches, bitches
Invasion of the flat booty bitches

We hit the beat town like oakland players
I knew it bitches was everywere
The first one had tities so fat
But that don't work her ass was flat
The second bitch was flat too
Talked about the bitch like a muthafuckin' fool
I said beyotch
I know i'm capin'
Where's your ass baby what happened
She turned around caped back on me
Said "fuck you nigga where's your teeth"
I dam near fell jummping out the car
But i slapped that and slapped her hard
My homie said "short we gots to cut"
But i was spankin' that bitch on her big flat butt
We parked the car and took a walk
I saw another bitch a i had to talk
I said "baby, baby, baby come here
Yeah you baby with the long long hair"
Baby came over from across the street
Standing on the corner talking to me
I was spittin' the game but i talked too fast
'cause i didn't even notice that she had a flat ass
Sheit!
And i was ready to go
We was rollin' back to the o'
I told that bitch "i changed my mind"
She looked at me and she said "why"
I said i'm sir too $hort the oakland player
I'm not one of them niggaz who don't care
It's no thang to do my duty
But not with you and your flat booty
In the berkley town what did we find
Freak after freak with no behind
One long day i never got in
I'm glad that shit never happend again

Invasion of the flat booty bitches

The invasion (beyotch) is on

That's that old school
'83
Still pimpin' baby
Short dog
You know i can't stay away from this game

Intro: captain save-a-hoe
Short, short, whats up man, this captain man check this out
I know you and b-legit finna get in here and get down on this song right?
But yall can't be talkin bad about broads, man, you know?
Yall in here talkin bout "suckin this" and "suckin that"
Aww shit, here come b pullin up in his 600 blowin big weed, yall be cool man

Verse 1: b-legit/too $hort

B-legit:
I blaze blunts all day get keyed all night
Be the one to take flight if the smoke aint right
I'm tight, nicknamed ike for the drama
It's baby and her mama, naked in a sauna
Down with the gang cuz them flows be hard
Blue mink, short, and my st. brenard
Super bad man all around hoo-j
Tell me what the fuck happened to the groupies

Too $hort:
What happened to the groupies, i thought they was comin through
To do everything we want em to
Supposed to be all good when they get here
Break niggas off, bitch we real playas
Baby in the red said "it's coo'"
She gonna give me some pussy, and some head too
I aint trippin though, these bitches takin too long
I'm bout to call some other hoes on the phone

B-legit:
Tell em i'm a hog nigga, need a triple-x bitch down to stick
Turn tricks switched the dick
Theres hips outside and i'm fo' sho' dat
And the finest ho she know where mo' at
Gotta show that, nigga tuck my jewels
Can't be slippin with a bitch, niggas know that shit
Hit me at the room when the hoes come
It be at 301 we callin for some

Too $hort:
Where they at b-legit where they at? (where they at)
Let these bitches know theres some real playas back
Told her meet me in room 510 on the mattress
If you do it right then i'll be back bitch
Another showdown, in yo' town
Let everybody know you my ho now
I'm feelin way too cool off the gin and juice
I'm bout to fuck my bitch and her friend too (and her friend too)

Captain save-a-hoe:
Damn, see man yall niggas is trippin man,
Niggas this '98 yall actin like its still '88
Short cussin, and all this bullshit,
Check this out--see baby and them leavin see?
Baby come here, c'mon, baby don't even trip, just kick it for a lil while
You know what i'm sayin? i'll take you to sizzler to go eat after awhile
I'll make em stop trippin, don't even trip baby its all good

Verse 2: too $hort/b-legit

Too $hort:
I'm feelin good, everything hooked up right
Before its all over i'ma be in som'n tight
Looked down at my hip to check my pager
Tryin to find me a bitch, fresh off the stage
Nigga aint hungry, fuck the after party
Told a cute groupie "bitch meet me in the lobby"
You know how we do it, told her bring all her friends
Next weekend we gonna do it all again

B-legit:
I said it out my mouth on the mic real loud
We at the holiday-inn, room 510
Bring all the bitches even if they dikes
We hyped, hoes eatin pussy tonight
Seen her in my mug, peepin my game
Lookin like she could take dick in the brain
We all champagne and cali green
I need a bitch like that on a pimp team

Too $hort:
It's after midnight, can't find the right women
Can't be slippin while you're late night pimpin
Way too many niggas got stuck like that
Waited too late then fucked a rat
Wake up in the mornin, mad as hell
With the wrong bitch in the wrong hotel
Shoulda gave up when you first struck out
Now you tryna get the fuck out

B-legit:
Man i was drunk when i went out, blow when i woke up
Didn't get to fuck cuz these hoes is ducks
Niggas like me need the head lay on
From bad ass bitches who prefer red bones
Rock microphones, later count g's
Could always spot a rat chasin niggas with cheese
Please, put it on freeze, it don't suit me
What happened to the muthafuckin groupies? (muthafuckin groupies)

Captain save-a-hoe:
What happened? nigga they all left, thats what happened
Yall muthafuckas gonna be sittin around all night talkin to each other
Oh thats cool, yall got some muthafuckin playboy magazines
So i guess thats why yall aint trippin, check this out man
Yall niggas gotta understand one thing man
Bitches don't love to be talked to like that, yall gotta break down
Be cool with a bitch, ya know what i'm sayin?
Show her some caring and shit, understand me?

Verse 3: b-legit/too $hort

B-legit
I remember when the shit first began
I used to fuck the dog shit out my biggest fans
Four in the mornin we hit the waffle spot
Then its back to the telly for some more cock
Shit was non-stop, don't choose too fast
Theres a gang of more bitches with way more ass
Up and down the hall with the bad-ass body
Groupies lookin for the after party

Too $hort:
I used to be wild as fuck, get my dick sucked
On the back of the tour bus with two or three sluts
Check into my suite, order somethin to eat
Knockin at my door, its another lil freak
Right up the hall on the same flo'
You could stand in line and run a train on the ho
Top-notch or rat, skinny or fat
B-legit, where all the groupies at? (groupies at)

B-legit:
In the room with the tricks gettin big faces
But they really wanna know how the dick tastes
I used to get fucked, fall asleep, wake up
Kick the bitch out and bump a freak
But nowadays, you gotta watch your route
Niggas savin hoes need to cut that out
So what they talkin bout, they shoulda been done came
I think they scared of a nigga with this real game

Too $hort:
What happened to the groupies, don't point your finger
They're all backstage chasin r&b singers
At the other concert, on the other side of town
I seen a few hoes but they wasn't down
Where the groupies at, i'ma ask yall later
Probably out tryna fuck basketball players
Silly hoes, rappers got mansions
But we aint tryna get into these tramp bitches

Captain save-a-hoe:
Yall niggas is trippin man,
Yall need to sit down and re-evaluate your morals man
Yall niggas gettin too old for this shit,
Yall gonna be sittin around in the club
Tryna figure out who goin home with ya old ass
You need to find ya a good woman, snatch her up, get her a bmw
She got kids, only do what you do, tell her "i got you"