I Ain't Trippin' Lyrics
| Song | I Ain't Trippin' |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Album | Life Is...Too Short |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I was told not long ago, "Too short, don’t stop that rap" | |
| Now every time | |
| I grab the mic | |
| I rock you just like that8 years ago when | |
| I started to rap | |
| I use to sell tapes everywhere | |
| It was me and my homeboy | |
| Freddy B, yo, kickin’ it like big players | |
| Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills | |
| I rocked house parties on 98th, even rocked in the 69 vill | |
| Might find me on the mic at hot lips house or at the east bay dragon spot | |
| All the 85 boys with their hands in the air screamin’"Too short, just don’t stop" | |
| Like Royal | |
| Park, like | |
| Plymouth Rock, | |
| First street and | |
| Sunny side | |
| Like sobrante park and brookefield, | |
| East Oakland, yeah, that’s right5 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 BHooked me up like this, yo 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 short rap | |
| Silky D worked the beat, kicked me down cold cash | |
| I was ridin’ the bus one day, next day, | |
| I was on the gas | |
| Everybody loved | |
| Too Short 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 on the hill | |
| I ain’t trippin’ but the word went out, | |
| Sir Too Short was through | |
| Can’t really say where it all began, so | |
| I’ma blamin’ it all on you | |
| Everybody use to say, "Too Short, don’t stop that rap" | |
| Now every time 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 | |
| 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, | |
| I’m rollin’ all so tough | |
| When I made the cut, the freaky tales, | |
| I started picturin’ this | |
| I named my album ' | |
| Born to Mack’ with the cleanest raps and beats | |
| Everything’ 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 | |
| Said, "Too Short, man, you smokin" and | |
| I’m standin’ here drapin' gold | |
| I ain’t trippin’ no more, really ain’t worth my time | |
| So to squash it off, | |
| I kicked on back and wrote you all the rhyme | |
| Benzes rollin’, beemers jettin’ and caddies keep on dippin’ | |
| You keep talkin’ all that crap, | |
| I ain’t trippin’ |
| I was told not long ago, " Too short, don' t stop that rap" | |
| Now every time | |
| I grab the mic | |
| I rock you just like that8 years ago when | |
| I started to rap | |
| I use to sell tapes everywhere | |
| It was me and my homeboy | |
| Freddy B, yo, kickin' it like big players | |
| Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills | |
| I rocked house parties on 98th, even rocked in the 69 vill | |
| Might find me on the mic at hot lips house or at the east bay dragon spot | |
| All the 85 boys with their hands in the air screamin'" Too short, just don' t stop" | |
| Like Royal | |
| Park, like | |
| Plymouth Rock, | |
| First street and | |
| Sunny side | |
| Like sobrante park and brookefield, | |
| East Oakland, yeah, that' s right5 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 BHooked me up like this, yo 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 short rap | |
| Silky D worked the beat, kicked me down cold cash | |
| I was ridin' the bus one day, next day, | |
| I was on the gas | |
| Everybody loved | |
| Too Short 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 on the hill | |
| I ain' t trippin' but the word went out, | |
| Sir Too Short was through | |
| Can' t really say where it all began, so | |
| I' ma blamin' it all on you | |
| Everybody use to say, " Too Short, don' t stop that rap" | |
| Now every time 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 | |
| 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, | |
| I' m rollin' all so tough | |
| When I made the cut, the freaky tales, | |
| I started picturin' this | |
| I named my album ' | |
| Born to Mack' with the cleanest raps and beats | |
| Everything' 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 | |
| Said, " Too Short, man, you smokin" and | |
| I' m standin' here drapin' gold | |
| I ain' t trippin' no more, really ain' t worth my time | |
| So to squash it off, | |
| I kicked on back and wrote you all the rhyme | |
| Benzes rollin', beemers jettin' and caddies keep on dippin' | |
| You keep talkin' all that crap, | |
| I ain' t trippin' |
| I was told not long ago, " Too short, don' t stop that rap" | |
| Now every time | |
| I grab the mic | |
| I rock you just like that8 years ago when | |
| I started to rap | |
| I use to sell tapes everywhere | |
| It was me and my homeboy | |
| Freddy B, yo, kickin' it like big players | |
| Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills | |
| I rocked house parties on 98th, even rocked in the 69 vill | |
| Might find me on the mic at hot lips house or at the east bay dragon spot | |
| All the 85 boys with their hands in the air screamin'" Too short, just don' t stop" | |
| Like Royal | |
| Park, like | |
| Plymouth Rock, | |
| First street and | |
| Sunny side | |
| Like sobrante park and brookefield, | |
| East Oakland, yeah, that' s right5 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 BHooked me up like this, yo 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 short rap | |
| Silky D worked the beat, kicked me down cold cash | |
| I was ridin' the bus one day, next day, | |
| I was on the gas | |
| Everybody loved | |
| Too Short 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 on the hill | |
| I ain' t trippin' but the word went out, | |
| Sir Too Short was through | |
| Can' t really say where it all began, so | |
| I' ma blamin' it all on you | |
| Everybody use to say, " Too Short, don' t stop that rap" | |
| Now every time 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 | |
| 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, | |
| I' m rollin' all so tough | |
| When I made the cut, the freaky tales, | |
| I started picturin' this | |
| I named my album ' | |
| Born to Mack' with the cleanest raps and beats | |
| Everything' 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 | |
| Said, " Too Short, man, you smokin" and | |
| I' m standin' here drapin' gold | |
| I ain' t trippin' no more, really ain' t worth my time | |
| So to squash it off, | |
| I kicked on back and wrote you all the rhyme | |
| Benzes rollin', beemers jettin' and caddies keep on dippin' | |
| You keep talkin' all that crap, | |
| I ain' t trippin' |
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