It Don't Stop

Funky fresh on the muthafuckin microphone, bitch
And it dont stop to the beat, baby
Oakland, California is in the house, bitch
I tell you, nobody does it better than
Too ShortI got so many raps,
I know you cant have more
Cause I grew up on the mic,
I spent my whole life
Writin raps, late at night
And I never would make no fake
LPsSucker
MCs dont make no
GsThey make weak, weak raps and need to quit22 songs and only 3 on hit
Frontin on me like you want some
Better sell a million records, go platinum
Cause I wouldnt waste my time on a one-rap rapper
You wanna get with me, you gotta climb that ladder
But you aint nothin but a joke
Rappers make money, tell me why are you broke?
We get paid like a muthafucka and we get
A brand-new house full of brand-new shit
A brand-new car in my brand-new driveway
I always keep the top down on the highway
Too Short, baby, known everywhere
Had a life-long dream to be a player
Way too cold at a younger age
It was everyday, just make that pay12 years later, youre still in the game
And you never talk down on a players name
Cause Im
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Too ShortYou see,
Im fresh like always with funky beats
I say whats up to the brothers on 10th
StreetIts goin down in the
Oakland town
Home of the infamous
Too Short sound
So keep your jealous-ass thoughts in your diary
And if youre lookin for a leader, you can hire me
And if your so-called boss dont pay
The only thing you need to say
Is 'I quit, Im through with you'
Pack up your raps and join the
Dangerous
CrewWe got mo beats than the average joe
And a 24-track studio
So forget what you heard and well see its on
Oakland, California cant leave me alone
Cause Im the most rappin, most rhymin
Sold my drop-top but
Im still high-sidin
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Too ShortNow that
Ive established my career
I wanna help some other brothers out here
Hook em up and let em make some dough
Flip Benzes and turn out shows
Cause Oakland got talent, fool
MCs in elementary school
Not to mention musicians and singers
And Shorty
B with his magical fingers
We get funky like skunk weed
Light it up, hit it and get keed
This dope fiend beat will get you high
If it dont go gold too soon,
Ill cryIf the bass aint deep, somethins wrong
It must not be a real
Too short song
Cause the first thing
I do when
I make my tape
Is drop a few kicks from my 808
And when my tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
You can tell by my big fat royalty check
Its just a dangerous thing when
Im on the mic
And the local police dont even like
The way we hit your town, its so funny
Its all about makin big money
So before
I go, you should remember this
Muthafuck you, damn shit head bitch
Cause Im
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