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I was told not long ago |
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Too $hort don't stop that rap!' |
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Now everytime I grab the mic |
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I rock you just like that |
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8 years ago when I started to rap |
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I use to sell tapes everywhere |
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It was me and my homeboy freddy b, yoo |
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Kickin' it like big players |
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Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills |
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I rocked house parties on 98th |
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Even rocked in 69 vill |
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Might find me on the mic at Hot Lips house |
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Or at the Eastbay Dragonspot |
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All the 85th boys with their hand in the air |
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Screamin' Too $hort just don't stop!' |
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Like Royal Park, like Plymouth Rock |
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First street and Sunnyside |
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Like Sobrante Park and Brookefield |
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East Oakland, yeah, that's right |
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5 years ago I continued to rock |
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And if you haven't yet heard my name |
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It was all in the papers, on the evening news |
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I was stone cold in the game |
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Around that time a friend of mine |
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My homeboy Lionel B hooked me up like this, yoo |
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On the stage just rockin' the beat |
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Some say I have a dirty mind |
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Sometimes that might be true |
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But these are just some dirty times |
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I ain't trippin' on you... |
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I ain't trippin', keep on talkin' |
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You think I'm smokin' that pipe |
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I got money, homeboy |
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I even got some of your future wifes |
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Well, my story goes like this, man |
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I smooth went out on wax |
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Singin' Girl, That's Your Life' |
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Female Funk' and Shortrapp' |
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Silky D worked the beat kicked me cold cash |
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I was ridin' the bus one day |
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Next day I was on the gas |
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Everybody loved Too $hort |
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Rollin' down the strip |
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Then one day just like that |
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Homeboy jumped on my tip |
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You started spreadin' rumors, man |
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Said you saw me rappin' in jail |
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No, I never came down to the flatlands |
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I was chillin' with the homies from the hill |
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I ain't trippin' but the word went out |
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Sir Too $hort was through |
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Can't really say where it all began |
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So i'ma blamin' it all on you |
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Everybody use to say |
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Too $hort don't stop that rap!' |
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Now everytime you see my face |
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You say i'm smokin' crack |
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Oakland, California, I heard it all before |
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I'm makin' big bank now, rockin' the crowd |
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I ain't trippin' no more... |
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Now I'm back on top again |
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I still don't stop that rap |
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Everytime I grab the mic |
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My bankroll's gettin' fat |
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Freaky Tales' took care of that |
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You know I'm comin' up |
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Cause everytime you see my face |
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I'm rollin' all so tough |
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When I made the cut...the-he-he Freaky Tales' |
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I started picturin' this |
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I named my album Born To Mack' |
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With the cleanest raps and beats |
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Everythin' was kickin' in |
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Me and Ran kept cashin' checks |
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Next thing I know there you go |
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Guess who's on my tip? |
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You said I just got out of jail |
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Jumped right back on that pipe |
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Your sister's boyfriend told you, man |
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I'm smokin' every night |
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Then you came to my show |
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And stood there so damn bold |
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You said Too $hort, man, you smoking' |
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And I'm standin' here dreamin' gold |
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I ain't trippin' no more |
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Really ain't worth my time |
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So to squashed it off I kicked on back |
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And wrote you all the rhyme |
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Benzes rollin', Beemers jettin' |
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And Caddies keep on dippin' |
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You keep on talkin' all that crap |
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I ain't trippin'... |