Key: C minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Too $hort don't stop that rap
Now every time 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,
y'all
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Everybody loved my raps
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like 100 dollar bills
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I rocked house parties on 98th
Even rocked in the 6-9 vill
Might find me on the mic
at Hot Lips house
Or at the Eastbay Dragon spot
All the 85th boys with their
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hand in the air
Screamin' Too $hort just don't stop!
Like Sobrante Park and
Brookefield
East Oakland, yeah, that's right
5 years ago I continued to rock
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,
y'all
On the stage just rockin' the beat
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Some say I have a dirty mind
Sometimes that might be true
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But these are just some dirty times
Interlude 1
I ain't trippin' on you
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Verse 2
You think i'm smokin' that pipe
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I got money, homeboy
I even got some of your future wifes
Well, my story goes like this, man
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I smooth went out on wax
Singin' Girl, that's Your Life
Female Funk and Shortrapp
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Silky D worked the beat
kicked me cold cash
I was ridin' the bus one day
Next day I was on the gas
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Everybody loved Too $hort
Then one day just like that
Homeboy jumped on my tip
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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 on the hill
I ain't trippin' but the word went out
Sir Too $hort was through
Can't really say where it all began
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So i'ma blamin' it all on you
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Everybody use to say
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Too $hort don't stop that rap!
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Now every time you see my face
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You say i'm smokin' crack
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Oakland, California, I heard it all before
rockin' the crowd
Interlude 2
I ain't trippin' no more
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Verse 3
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Now I'm back on top again
I still don't stop that rap
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Every time I grab the mic
My bankroll's gettin' fat
Freaky Tales took care of that
You know I'm comin' up
Cause every time you see my face
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When I made the cut,
the-he-he Freaky Freaky Freaky Tales
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I started picturin' this
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I named my album
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Born To Mack
With the cleaniest raps and beats
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Everythin' was kickin' in
Me and Ran kept cashin' checks
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Next thing I know there you go
Guess who's on my tip?
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You said I just got out of jail
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Jumped right back on that pipe
Your sister's boyfriend told you, man
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I'm smokin' every night
And stood there so damn bold
You said Too $hort, man,
you smoking'
And i'm standin' here dreamin' gold
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I ain't trippin' no more
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Really ain't worth my time
So to squashed it off I kicked on back
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And wrote you all the rhyme
Benzes rollin', Beemers jettin'
And Caddies keep on dippin'
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You keep on talkin' all that crap
Outro 1
I ain't trippin'
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