Paystyle chords by Too $hort
Verse 1
C
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C
Bm
Aw hell nah nigga
C
Bm
We ain't doin' no
freestyles
Don't even know how to
C
Bm
do that shit
C
Yeah whatevah
Bm
C
Check it out man, check this one out
Bm
I been rappin' for
Verse 2
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half my life
I'm twenty- eight now
C
sayin' pass the mic
Bm
If you eighteen or nineteen
speak up fool
C
I was born on the mic before
you went to school
Bm
Talkin' bout pimp shit,
you know whassup
C
I wonder if you mom'll let you
play that stuff
Bm
Now you're flowin like
your name is water
C
But I'm ten years older
and my game is harder
Bm
I'm not tryin' to say you're
out there dissin'
C
I'm just tryin' to say lil nigga listen
Bm
Before you grab the mic and act wild
C
Bitin' on the next nigga's
mackin' style
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And it's all from head,
passin' round the mic
C
Never even care who you sounded like
Sound like Snoop Dogg,
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then you switched to Treach
C
Bit the Pharcyde then A
Tribe Called Quest
And you gots no respect for me,
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is that right?
Well jump your ass on the train
C
witcha backpack tight
Bm
and keep rap pin',
I'm floatin past all the stops
C
In a clean ass Benz I have all the props
Bm
Fuck credit from a rapper
can you match my Visa
C
I heard your girlfriend was
a real dick pleaser
Bm
And a Too Short fan, faithfully
C
When I came to your town she
couldn't wait to see me
Bm
To the beat y'all, and it don't
Verse 3
C
stop
Bm
C
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin'
Bm
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
C
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin'
Bm
Let me tell you somethin' bout a nigga named
Verse 4
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Short
Rappers always talk about the
C
way I can't flow
Bm
But let me hit the mall
with the same MC's
I be signin autographs,
C
spend a gang of G's
Bm
While you walkin round broke,
nobody knows ya
C
Lookin' like you smoked
a whole sack of doja
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Out side in the parking lot
in front of the cars
C
Standin' in a circle with some
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wannabe stars
Freestylin', but you ain't original
C
You just shootin everything
and you pimpin' hoes
Bm
And to think you could hang with me
C
I never would spit this game for free
Bm
I'm the T- double- O, S- H, O- are- T
C
I rock all stages and any parties
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Any my style is gettin' bank
C
Gettin' head, gettin' hella dank
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I drop my top when it's hot and sunny
C
So how you talk shit when you
ain't havin no money
Bm
I set trends in the rap
game bitch
C
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit
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I know you motherfuckers,
heard me rap
C
So hard, I put your momma
in my dirty rap
Bm
No shit, the old bitch sucked
a damn good dick
C
Put them legs up high she
couldn't handle it
Bm
I'm not a no good punk,
I coulda macked your mother
C
But Life is Too Short,
so I kept it undercover
Bm
Now you're all grown up,
with your partners rappin'
C
But old Short Dawg'll your
ass what happened
Bm
To a fake MC, who tried to get with me
C
I ended his career, instantly
Verse 5
C
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
Bm
C
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin'
Bm
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
C
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin'
Bm
Now let's compare the lifestyles,
Verse 6
Bm
of me and you
C
You're phony and I'm all about bein true
Bm
You drive a bucket,
that you bought for a G
C
I ride around snuffin them
fo'- eighteens
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In the back of a motherfuckin big
ass truck
C
Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked
Bm
Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and Caddy
C
Fine lil bitches havin sex with Daddy
Bm
I ain't givin no bitch, no kind of slack
C
You got one girl then treat the
hoe like a mack
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What's yours is hers, she don't trip
C
Sucker ass nigga need to
check that bitch
Bm
But you're so weak,
and it shows in your rap
C
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
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While you at home,
gettin sweated by your mamma
C
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
Bm
And you can't stand
it, so whaddayou say
C
Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin way
Bm
But here I am, workin in the studio
And your album ain't out because
C
you're movin slow
Bm
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
C
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
Bm
To the beat y'all, and it don't
Verse 7
stop
C
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
Bm
C
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
Bm
Now ask New York, can Too
Verse 8
$hort flow
Ask Detroit,
C
they'll let them niggaz know
Bm
Then ask Philly, can I rap
South side of Chicago,
C
who's the mack?
Bm
I never ever tripped on the shit
that you spit about me
Everytime I perform,
C
I make a lot of G's
Bm
Cause I'm paid for this
motherfuckin rap shit
C
Eatin good like a motherfuckin fat bitch
Bm
Every single day at the house
what's wrong wichu
C
Eatin fast food if you only knew
Bm
I understand though,
cause I been there befo'
C
Eat any damn thing and got
nowhere to go
Bm
Daydreams, about bein great
C
It all started back when I was
sellin tapes
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in eighty- two eighty- three
eighty- fo' on up
C
Waitin still waitin just to blow on up
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And when it happened, I still had to wait
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I didn't get paid til eighty- eight
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I made nine albums in nine years
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I'm a true blue West coast pioneer
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Dr. Dre, Ice- T, and all the rest
C
All that money we makin
don't fault the West
Bm
Cause we ain't the ones who created rap
C
But when we made the shit, we made it fat
Verse 9
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
Bm
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
Bm
Beyotch!
Outro 1
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