I was told not long ago

Too $hort don't stop that rap!'

Now everytime i grab the mic

I rock you just like that

8 years ago when i started to rap

I use to sell tapes everywhere

It was me and my homeboy freddy b, yoo

Kickin' it like big players

Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills

I rocked houseparties on 98th

Even rocked in 69 vill

Might find me on the mic at hot lips house

Or at the eastbay dragonspot

All the 85th boys with their hand in the air

Screamin' too $hort just don't stop!'

Like royal park, like plymouth rock

First street and sunnyside

Like sobrante park and brookefield

East oakland, yeah, that's right

5 years ago i continued to rock

And if you haven't yet heard my name

It was all in the papers, on the evening news

I was stone cold in the game

Around that time a friend of mine

My homeboy lionel b hooked me up like this, yoo

On the stage just rockin' the beat

Some say i have a dirty mind

Sometimes that might be true

But these are just some dirty times

I ain't trippin' on you...



I ain't trippin', keep on talkin'

You think i'm smokin' that pipe

I got money, homeboy

I even got some of your future wifes

Well, my story goes like this, man

I smooth went out on wax

Singin' girl, that's your life'

Female funk' and shortrapp'

Silky d worked the beat kicked me cold cash

I was ridin' the bus one day

Next day i was on the gas

Everybody loved too $hort

Rollin' down the strip

Then one day just like that

Homeboy jumped on my tip

You started spreadin' rumors, man

Said you saw me rappin' in jail

No, i never came down to the flatlands

I was chillin' with the homies from the hill

I ain't trippin' but the word went out

Sir too $hort was through

Can't really say where it all began

So i'ma blamin' it all on you

Everybody use to say

Too $hort don't stop that rap!'

Now everytime you see my face

You say i'm smokin' crack

Oakland, california, i heard it all before

I'm makin' big bank now, rockin' the crowd

I ain't trippin' no more...



Now i'm back on top again

I still don't stop that rap

Everytime i grab the mic

My bankroll's gettin' fat

Freaky tales' took care of that

You know i'm comin' up

Cause everytime you see my face

I'm rollin' all so tough

When i made the cut...the-he-he freaky tales'

I started picturin' this

I named my album born to mack'

With the cleaniest raps and beats

Everythin' was kickin' in

Me and ran kept cashin' checks

Next thing i know there you go

Guess who's on my tip?

You said i just got out of jail

Jumped right back on that pipe

Your sister's boyfriend told you, man

I'm smokin' every night

Then you came to my show

And stood there so damn bold

You said too $hort, man, you smoking'

And i'm standin' here dreamin' gold

I ain't trippin' no more

Really ain't worth my time

So to squashed it off i kicked on back

And wrote you all the rhyme

Benzes rollin', beemers jettin'

And caddies keep on dippin'

You keep on talkin' all that crap

I ain't trippin'...


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