Lyric Paystyle
Aww hell nah nigga
We ain t doin no freestyles
Don t even know how to do that shit
*chuckling*
Yeah whatevah
Check it out man, check this one out
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 shit, 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 lil nigga listen
Before you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin on the next nigga s mackin style
And it s all from head, passin round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
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
Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real dick 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 nigga 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
You just shootin everything and you pimpin hoes
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 head, gettin hella dank
I drop my top when it s hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain t havin no money
I set trends in the rap game bitch
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit
I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap
No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick
Put them legs up high she couldn t handle it
I m not a no good punk, I coulda macked 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
Now let s compare the lifestyles, of me and you
You re phony and I m all about bein true
You drive a bucket, that you bought for a G
I ride around snuffin them fo -eighteens
In the back of a motherfuckin big ass truck
Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked
Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and Caddy
Fine lil bitches havin sex with Daddy
I ain t givin no bitch, no kind of slack
You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack
What s yours is hers, she don t trip
Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitch
But you re so weak, and it shows in your rap
I m out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can t stand it, so whaddayou say
Too $hort can t rap, no fuckin way
But here I am, workin in the studio
And your album ain t out because you re movin slow
By the time you make one I ll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
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 them niggaz know
Then ask Philly, can I rap
South side of Chicago, who s the mack?
I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me
Everytime I perform, I make a lot of G s
Cause I m paid for this motherfuckin rap shit
Eatin good like a motherfuckin fat bitch
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 we made the shit, 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
BEYOTCH!
We ain t doin no freestyles
Don t even know how to do that shit
*chuckling*
Yeah whatevah
Check it out man, check this one out
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 shit, 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 lil nigga listen
Before you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin on the next nigga s mackin style
And it s all from head, passin round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
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
Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real dick 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 nigga 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
You just shootin everything and you pimpin hoes
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 head, gettin hella dank
I drop my top when it s hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain t havin no money
I set trends in the rap game bitch
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit
I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap
No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick
Put them legs up high she couldn t handle it
I m not a no good punk, I coulda macked 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
Now let s compare the lifestyles, of me and you
You re phony and I m all about bein true
You drive a bucket, that you bought for a G
I ride around snuffin them fo -eighteens
In the back of a motherfuckin big ass truck
Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked
Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and Caddy
Fine lil bitches havin sex with Daddy
I ain t givin no bitch, no kind of slack
You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack
What s yours is hers, she don t trip
Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitch
But you re so weak, and it shows in your rap
I m out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can t stand it, so whaddayou say
Too $hort can t rap, no fuckin way
But here I am, workin in the studio
And your album ain t out because you re movin slow
By the time you make one I ll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
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 them niggaz know
Then ask Philly, can I rap
South side of Chicago, who s the mack?
I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me
Everytime I perform, I make a lot of G s
Cause I m paid for this motherfuckin rap shit
Eatin good like a motherfuckin fat bitch
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 we made the shit, 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
BEYOTCH!
