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Too Short - I Ain't Trippin' lyrics
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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