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it don't stop - too $hort lyrics

funky fresh on the m-th-f-ckin microphone
b-tch
and it don’t stop
to the beat, baby
oakland, california is in the house
b-tch
[ verse 1 ]
i tell you, n-body does it better than too $hort
i got so many raps, i know you can’t 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 lp’s
sucker mc’s don’t make no g’s
they make weak, weak raps, and need to quit
22 songs, and only 3 on hit
frontin on me like you want some
better sell a million records, go platinum
cause i wouldn’t waste my time on a one-rap rapper
you wanna get with me, you gotta climb that ladder
but you ain’t nothin but a joke
rappers make money, tell me why are you broke?
we get paid like a m-th-f-cka, and we get
a brand-new house full of brand-new sh-t
a brand-new car in my brand-new driveway
i always keep the top down on the highway
too $hort, 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 pay’
12 years later, still in the game
and you never talk down on a player’s name
cause i’m (too $hort, too $hort)
[ verse 2 ]
you see, i’m fresh like always with funky beats
i say what’s up to the brothers on 10th street
it’s goin down in the oakland town
home of the infamous too $hort sound
so keep your jealous–ss thoughts in your diary
and if you’re lookin for a leader, you can hire me
and if your so-called boss don’t pay
the only thing you need to say
is

- too hort lyrics

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