Too Short - Can't Stay Away lyrics

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[Intro:]

Yeah thats right baby

You rolling to the sounds of Too $hort

Album #11 (Just Can't Stay Away)

You knew I couldn't stay away (can't stay away)

Dedicated to the funk baby

Thats how we do this, we been doing this

[Verse One:]

So I made a new album

Fresh out of retirement

I can't stay away, I'm ready to ride again

I could do it for the money, I'd rather do it for the fans

Break out my old caddy, I'd knew he'd understand

See I don't stop rapping, so how could I retire

I had to re negotate, Cause the stakes were getting higher

Lawsuits and jail, partnerships fail

Didn't have a drivers lisence, so I was always making bail

Three years ago I told Jive: get my scrill

They gave a nigga millions with the same shit deal

You know I gotta live so I might as well learn

I'd be the first motherfucker to tell you I got burned

So I retired, started all over again

I put the game down like an Oakland pimp (Oakland pimp)

And now I get payed like the NBA

First class on that ass,every game we play

Fuck your attitude bitch, you ain't hurting me

I'm felling to cool, I'm rolling three times Barkley

You can get your ass out and walk home

I'll find another young broad and get my fuck on

So please don't trip, in my cadillac bitch

Maybe some other time cause I ain't having that shit

Right now I'm about to lean to the left

Wipe that frown off your face bitch I mean what I said

I'm bout to bump this beat, I'm wasting time talking

Keep fucking with me and they goin find their ass walking

I'm to the next level, but I keep on rapping

This shit I be doing just ain't suppose to happen

What you know about the motherfuking east side connection

Hitting backstreets in my motherfucking oldschool flexing

Niggas on the eastside we ain't no punks

Made em get four way stop signs and speedbumps

Always highspeed chasing everyday and night

They call me $ir Too $hort bitch you better say it right

I had to look past rap music and R&B

I be a leader and watch this niggas follow me

I could be 40, album 15 it wouldn't matter

I probably got way more rhymes then all you rappers

I know i got more songs then you ever made

I stayed on the charts and I stayed paid

So don't come around me bragging bout the shit you achieved

Cause I know excalty what you and me need

To be in two different places all the time

I ain't concerned with yours so stay the fuck up out of mine

I own all my shit so you can't destoy it or enjoy it

unless I say so and motherfuckers better know it

If you living really good it ain't nuttin but fate

I love to see a new rapper doing something great

When I hear a funky base line I always pay attention

I spit these pimp ass rhymes cause hoes love the way

I mention pimp shit all the time

18 years of making music, I bring square bitches to my house

and watch her straight get loose wit it

Too $hort baby can't never stop funking

I've been doing this for years and I got hella songs that bumping

All you hang-around-a-long-time, one-hit-havin

Got no love for this rap music, you need to stop rapping

I thought you was jealous of my bitches and cars

But you just mad that your shit ain't hitting like ours

I'm so real about these beats, I tell all my freaks

At the studio, bitch don't bother me

Its all about the funk, live bass

Trinity, MPC, JV-2080, dump some chords with the vintage keys

You hear what I'm saying, learn from my example

Break out the instruments and stay away from the samples

Get your publishing for everything you write

Instead of selling it keep it for the rest of your life

So just take my advice and don't quit

Cause if you do, you won't get shit, beyatch

[Outro:]

$hort Dawg on the motherfucking microphone spitting that real game

Album # 11, Just can't stay away

Its on, Once again its on

Too $hort records, in Platinum we trust, believe that