Too Short

Too Short - Paystyle (Bosko & Banks Mix Yo) lyrics

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Yo kid won't you bust your little freestyle yo?

Say what?

You want me to bust a freestyle?

[chuckling]

I don't even know how to do freestyles main

You know I get paid to rap

Bosko, bring the beat in main (aight)

I been rappin for half my life

I'm twenty-eight now sayin pass the mic

If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool

I was born on the mic before you went to school

Talkin bout pimp game, you know whassup

I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff

Now you're flowin like your name is water

But I'm ten years older and my game is harder

I'm not tryin to say you're out there dissin

I'm just tryin to say homeboy listen

Before you grab the mic and act wild

Bitin other MC's mackin styles

And it's all from head, passin round the mic

Never even care who you sounded like

You sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach

Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called Quest

And you gots no respect for me, is that right?

Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight

and keep rappin, I'm floatin past all the stops

In a clean ass Benz I have all the props

Don't need credit from a rapper can you match my Visa

I heard your girlfriend was a real trick pleaser

And a Too $hort fan, faithfully

When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

Let me tell you somethin bout a playa named Short

Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow

But let me hit the mall with the same MC's

I be signin autographs, spend a gang of G's

While you walkin round broke, nobody knows ya

Lookin like you smoked a whole sack of doja

Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars

Standin in a circle with some wannabe stars

Freestylin, but you ain't original

Say you shootin everything when you sympin those

And to think you could hang with me

I never would spit this game for free

I'm the T-double-O, S-H, O-R-T

I rock all stages and any parties

Any my style is gettin bank

Gettin girls, gettin hella dank

I drop my top when it's hot and sunny

You can't talk about me you ain't havin no money

I set trends in the rap and don't doubt me

And care less when other rappers talk about me

I know all you suckers, heard me rap

So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap

That's right, all night cause she's a damn good trick

Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it

I'm not a no good punk, I coulda dogged your mother

But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it undercover

Now you're all grown up, with your partners rappin

But old Short Dawg'll your ass what happened

To a fake MC, who tried to get with me

I ended his career, instantly

And it don't stop, to the beat y'all

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

And it don't stop, to the beat y'all

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

[long musical interlude]

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

Now ask New York, can Too $hort flow

Ask Detroit, they'll let y'all know

Then ask Philly, can I rap

South side of Chicago, who's the mack?

I never ever tripped when you slipped tried to rap about me

Everytime I perform, I make a lot of G's

Cause I'm paid in the underground rap world

Eatin good like two hundred pound fat girls

Every single day at the house what's wrong wichu

Eatin fast food if you only knew

I understand though, cause I been there befo'

Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go

Daydreams, about bein great

It all started back when I was sellin tapes

in eighty-two eighty-three eighty-fo' on up

Waitin still waitin just to blow on up

And when it happened, I still had to wait

I didn't get paid til eighty-eight

I made nine albums in nine years

I'm a true blue West coast pioneer

Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the rest

All that money we makin don't fault the West

Cause we ain't the ones who created rap

But when the West coast laid it, we made it fat

And it don't stop, to the beat y'all

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

And it don't stop, to the beat y'all

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

Bitch!

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