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- Too $hort
- Aww hell, nah nigga
We aint doin no freestyles
Dont even know how to do that shit
Yeah, whatever
Check it out man, check this one out
I been rappin for half my life
Im twenty-eight now, sayin pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went to school
Talkin bout pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you momll let you play that stuff
Now youre flowin like your name is
WaterBut Im ten years older and my game is harder
Im not tryin to say youre out there dissin
Im just tryin to say lil nigga listen
Before you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin on the next niggas mackin style
And its all from head, passin round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
Sound like
Snoop Dogg, then you switched to
TreachBit the
Pharcyde then
A Tribe Called
QuestAnd you gots no respect for me, is that right?
Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight
And keep rappin,
Im floatin past all the stops
In a clean ass
Benz I have all the props
Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my
VisaI heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser
And a Too $hort fan, faithfully
When I came to your town she couldnt wait to see me
To the beat yall and it dont stop
It goes on cause
I dont stop rappin
To the beat yall, and it dont stop
It goes on cause
I dont stop rappin
Let me tell you somethin bout a nigga named $hort
Rappers always talk about the way
I cant flow
But let me hit the mall with the same
MCsI be signin autographs, spend a gang of
GsWhile you walkin round broke, nobody knows ya
Lookin like you smoked a whole sack of doja
Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars
Standin in a circle with some wannabe stars
Freestylin, but you aint original, no
You just shootin everything and you pimpin hoes
And to think you could hang with me
I never would spit this game for free
Im the T double
O, S H O R
T, I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is gettin bank, gettin head, gettin hella dank
I drop my top when its hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you aint havin no money
I set trends in the rap game bitch
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit
I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap
No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick
Put them legs up high she couldnt handle it
Im not a no good punk,
I coulda macked your mother
But Life is
Too $hort, so
I kept it undercover
Now youre all grown up, with your partners rappin
But old Short
Dawgll your ass what happened
To a fake
MC, who tried to get with me
I ended his career, instantly
And it dont stop,to the beat yall
It goes on cause
I dont stop rappin
And it dont stop, to the beat yall
It goes on cause
I dont stop rappin
Now lets compare the lifestyles, of me and you
Youre phony and
Im all about bein true
You drive a bucket, that you bought for a
GI ride around snuffin them fo-eighteens
In the back of a motherfuckin big ass truck
Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked
Benzos, Lexus,
Rolex and
CaddyFine lil bitches havin sex with
DaddyI aint givin no bitch, no kind of slack
You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack
Whats yours is hers, she dont trip
Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitch
But youre so weak and it shows in your rap
Im out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in
AtlantaAnd you cant stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort cant rap, no fuckin way
But here I am, workin in the studio
And your album aint out because youre movin slow
By the time you make one
Ill be on ten
Hit the studio nigga and do it again
To the beat yall, and it dont stop
It goes on cause
I dont stop rappin
To the beat yall, and it dont stop
It goes on cause
I dont stop rappin
Now ask New
York, can
Too $hort flow?
Ask Detroit, theyll let them niggaz know
Then ask Philly, can
I rap?South side of
Chicago, whos the mack?
I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me
Every time
I perform,
I make a lot of
GsCause
Im paid for this motherfuckin rap shit
Eatin good like a motherfuckin fat bitch
Every single day at the house , whats wrong wichu?
Eatin fast food if you only knew
I understand though, cause
I been there befo
Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go
Daydreams, about bein great
It all started back when
I was sellin tapesin eighty-two, eighty-three eighty-fo on up
Waitin still waitin just to blow on up
And when it happened,
I still had to wait
I didnt get paid till eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
Im a true blue
West Coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice-
T, and all the rest
All that money we makin dont fault the
WestCause we aint the ones who created rap
But when we made the shit, we made it fat
And it dont stop, to the beat yall
It goes on cause
I dont stop rappin
And it dont stop, to the beat yall
It goes on cause
I dont stop rappin
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