Lirik Lagu It Don't Stop - Too Short
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Funky fresh on the muthafuckin microphoneBitch
And it don't stopTo the beat, baby
Oakland, California is in the houseBitch
[ VERSE 1 ]I tell you, nobody does it better than Too $hortI got so many raps, I know you can't have moreCause I grew up on the mic, I spent my whole lifeWritin raps, late at nightAnd I never would make no fake LP'sSucker MC's don't make no g'sThey make weak, weak raps, and need to quit22 songs, and only 3 on hitFrontin on me like you want someBetter sell a million records, go platinumCause I wouldn't waste my time on a one-rap rapperYou wanna get with me, you gotta climb that ladderBut you ain't nothin but a jokeRappers make money, tell me why are you broke?We get paid like a muthafucka, and we getA brand-new house full of brand-new shitA brand-new car in my brand-new drivewayI always keep the top down on the highwayToo $hort, baby, known everywhereHad a life-long dream to be a playerWay too cold at a younger ageIt was everyday, 'just make that pay'12 years later, still in the gameAnd you never talk down on a player's nameCause I'm (Too $hort, Too $hort)
[ VERSE 2 ]You see, I'm fresh like always with funky beatsI say what's up to the brothers on 10th StreetIt's goin down in the Oakland townHome of the infamous Too $hort soundSo keep your jealous-ass thoughts in your diaryAnd if you're lookin for a leader, you can hire meAnd if your so-called boss don't payThe only thing you need to sayIs "I quit, I'm through with you"Pack up your raps, and join the Dangerous CrewWe got mo' beats than the average joeAnd a 24-track studioSo forget what you heard, and we'll see it's onOakland, California can't leave me aloneCause I'm the most rappin, most rhyminSold my drop-top, but I'm still high-sidinI'm (Too $hort, Too $hort)
[ VERSE 3 ]Now that I've established my careerI wanna help some other brothers out hereHook em up and let em make some doughFlip Benzes and turn out showsCause Oakland got talent, foolMC's in elementary schoolNot to mention musicians and singersAnd Shorty B with his magical fingersWe get funky like skunk weedLight it up, hit it, and get keedThis dopefiend beat will get you highIf it don't go gold too soon, I'll cryIf the bass ain't deep, somethin's wrongIt must not be a real Too $hort songCause the first thing I do when I make my tapeIs drop a few kicks from my 808And when my tapes hit the store, they sell so quickYou can tell by my big fat royalty checkIt's just a Dangerous thing when I'm on the micAnd the local police don't even likeThe way we hit your town, it's so funnyIt's all about makin big moneySo before I go, you should remember thisMuthafuck you, damn shithead bitchCause I'm (Too $hort, Too $hort)
And it don't stopTo the beat, baby
Oakland, California is in the houseBitch
[ VERSE 1 ]I tell you, nobody does it better than Too $hortI got so many raps, I know you can't have moreCause I grew up on the mic, I spent my whole lifeWritin raps, late at nightAnd I never would make no fake LP'sSucker MC's don't make no g'sThey make weak, weak raps, and need to quit22 songs, and only 3 on hitFrontin on me like you want someBetter sell a million records, go platinumCause I wouldn't waste my time on a one-rap rapperYou wanna get with me, you gotta climb that ladderBut you ain't nothin but a jokeRappers make money, tell me why are you broke?We get paid like a muthafucka, and we getA brand-new house full of brand-new shitA brand-new car in my brand-new drivewayI always keep the top down on the highwayToo $hort, baby, known everywhereHad a life-long dream to be a playerWay too cold at a younger ageIt was everyday, 'just make that pay'12 years later, still in the gameAnd you never talk down on a player's nameCause I'm (Too $hort, Too $hort)
[ VERSE 2 ]You see, I'm fresh like always with funky beatsI say what's up to the brothers on 10th StreetIt's goin down in the Oakland townHome of the infamous Too $hort soundSo keep your jealous-ass thoughts in your diaryAnd if you're lookin for a leader, you can hire meAnd if your so-called boss don't payThe only thing you need to sayIs "I quit, I'm through with you"Pack up your raps, and join the Dangerous CrewWe got mo' beats than the average joeAnd a 24-track studioSo forget what you heard, and we'll see it's onOakland, California can't leave me aloneCause I'm the most rappin, most rhyminSold my drop-top, but I'm still high-sidinI'm (Too $hort, Too $hort)
[ VERSE 3 ]Now that I've established my careerI wanna help some other brothers out hereHook em up and let em make some doughFlip Benzes and turn out showsCause Oakland got talent, foolMC's in elementary schoolNot to mention musicians and singersAnd Shorty B with his magical fingersWe get funky like skunk weedLight it up, hit it, and get keedThis dopefiend beat will get you highIf it don't go gold too soon, I'll cryIf the bass ain't deep, somethin's wrongIt must not be a real Too $hort songCause the first thing I do when I make my tapeIs drop a few kicks from my 808And when my tapes hit the store, they sell so quickYou can tell by my big fat royalty checkIt's just a Dangerous thing when I'm on the micAnd the local police don't even likeThe way we hit your town, it's so funnyIt's all about makin big moneySo before I go, you should remember thisMuthafuck you, damn shithead bitchCause I'm (Too $hort, Too $hort)
