Aww hell, nah We ain't doin' no Don't know how to do that shit Yeah, it out man, check this one out
I been rappin' for half my I'm twenty-eight now, pass the mic If you eighteen or speak up fool I was on the mic before you went to school
Talkin' pimp shit, you know whassup I wonder if you mom'll let you play stuff Now you're flowin' like your name is But I'm ten years and my game is harder
I'm not tryin' to say you're out there I'm just tryin' to say nigga listen Before you the mic and act wild Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin'
And it's all from head, round the mic Never even care who you sounded Sound like Dogg, then you switched to Treach Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Quest
And you gots no respect for me, is right? jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight And rappin', I'm floatin' past all the stops In a clean ass Benz I all the props
Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my I heard your was a real dick pleaser And a Too fan, faithfully When I came to your town she wait to see me
To the y'all and it don't stop It on 'cause I don't stop rappin' To the y'all, and it don't stop It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'
Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga $hort Rappers talk about the way I can't flow But let me hit the with the same MC's I be signin' autographs, spend a of G's
While you walkin' round broke, knows ya Lookin' you smoked a whole sack of doja in the parking lot in front of the cars Standin' in a circle with wannabe stars
Freestylin', but you original, no You just shootin' everything and you hoes And to think you hang with me I would spit this game for free
I'm the T double O, S H O R T, I rock all stages and any Any my is gettin' bank, gettin' head, gettin' hella dank I drop my top when it's hot and So how you talk shit when you ain't no money
I set trends in the rap bitch And gives a fuck when other rappers talk I you motherfuckers, heard me rap So hard, I put your in my dirty rap
No shit, the old bitch a damn good dick Put them legs up high she handle it I'm not a no punk, I coulda macked your mother But is Too $hort, so I kept it undercover
Now you're all grown up, with your rappin' But old Dawg'll your ass what happened To a MC, who tried to get with me I his career, instantly
And it don't stop, to the beat It goes on 'cause I stop rappin' And it stop, to the beat y'all It goes on 'cause I don't stop
Now let's the lifestyles, of me and you You're phony and I'm all about true You drive a bucket, you bought for a G I ride around them fo'-eighteens
In the of a motherfuckin' big ass truck two rows back and get my dick sucked Benzos, Lexus, and Caddy lil' bitches havin' sex with Daddy
I givin' no bitch, no kind of slack You got one girl treat the hoe like a mack What's yours is hers, she don't Sucker ass nigga need to check bitch
But you're so and it shows in your rap I'm out here, gettin' hoes fat While you at home, sweated by your mama I bought my mother a in Atlanta
And you can't it, so what do you say Too $hort can't rap, no way But here I am, workin' in the And album ain't out because you're movin' slow By the time you make one be on ten Hit the nigga and do it again
To the y'all, and it don't stop It goes on I don't stop rappin' To the beat y'all, and it stop It goes on I don't stop rappin'
Now ask New York, can Too flow? Ask Detroit, they'll let them know ask Philly, can I rap? South of Chicago, who's the mack?
I never ever tripped on the that you spit about me time I perform, I make a lot of G's 'Cause I'm paid for this motherfuckin' rap Eatin' like a motherfuckin' fat bitch
single day at the house, what's wrong wichu? Eatin' food if you only knew I understand though, 'cause I been befo' Eat any damn and got nowhere to go
Daydreams, about great It all back when I was sellin' tapes in eighty-two, eighty-three on up Waitin' still waitin' to blow on up
And when it happened, I still had to I get paid till eighty-eight I made nine albums in years I'm a true blue West Coast
Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the All that money we makin' don't fault the 'Cause we ain't the ones who rap But when we the shit, we made it fat
And it don't stop, to the y'all It goes on 'cause I don't rappin' And it don't stop, to the beat It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'