I was told not long ago
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Too $hort don't stop that rap!'
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Now everytime I grab the mic
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I rock you just like that
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8 years ago when I started to rap
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I use to sell tapes everywhere
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It was me and my homeboy freddy b, yoo
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Kickin' it like big players
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Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills
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I rocked houseparties on 98th
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Even rocked in 69 vill
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Might find me on the mic at Hot Lips house
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Or at the Eastbay Dragonspot
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All the 85th boys with their hand in the air
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Screamin' Too $hort just don't stop!'
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Like Royal Park, like Plymouth Rock
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First street and Sunnyside
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Like Sobrante Park and Brookefield
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East Oakland, yeah, that's right
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5 years ago I continued to rock
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And if you haven't yet heard my name
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It was all in the papers, on the evening news
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I was stone cold in the game
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Around that time a friend of mine
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My homeboy Lionel B hooked me up like this, yoo
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On the stage just rockin' the beat
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Some say I have a dirty mind
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Sometimes that might be true
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But these are just some dirty times
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I ain't trippin' on you...
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I ain't trippin', keep on talkin'
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You think i'm smokin' that pipe
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I got money, homeboy
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I even got some of your future wifes
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Well, my story goes like this, man
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I smooth went out on wax
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Singin' Girl, That's Your Life'
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Female Funk' and Shortrapp'
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Silky D worked the beat kicked me cold cash
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I was ridin' the bus one day
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Next day I was on the gas
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Everybody loved Too $hort
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Rollin' down the strip
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Then one day just like that
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Homeboy jumped on my tip
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You started spreadin' rumors, man
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Said you saw me rappin' in jail
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No, I never came down to the flatlands
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I was chillin' with the homies from the hill
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I ain't trippin' but the word went out
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Sir Too $hort was through
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Can't really say where it all began
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So i'ma blamin' it all on you
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Everybody use to say
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Too $hort don't stop that rap!'
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Now everytime you see my face
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You say i'm smokin' crack
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Oakland, California, I heard it all before
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I'm makin' big bank now, rockin' the crowd
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I ain't trippin' no more...
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Now I'm back on top again
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I still don't stop that rap
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Everytime I grab the mic
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My bankroll's gettin' fat
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Freaky Tales' took care of that
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You know I'm comin' up
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Cause everytime you see my face
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I'm rollin' all so tough
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When I made the cut...the-he-he Freaky Tales'
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I started picturin' this
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I named my album Born To Mack'
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With the cleaniest raps and beats
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Everythin' was kickin' in
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Me and Ran kept cashin' checks
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Next thing I know there you go
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Guess who's on my tip?
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You said I just got out of jail
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Jumped right back on that pipe
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Your sister's boyfriend told you, man
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I'm smokin' every night
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Then you came to my show
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And stood there so damn bold
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You said Too $hort, man, you smoking'
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And i'm standin' here dreamin' gold
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I ain't trippin' no more
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Really ain't worth my time
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So to squashed it off I kicked on back
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And wrote you all the rhyme
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Benzes rollin', Beemers jettin'
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And Caddies keep on dippin'
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You keep on talkin' all that crap
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I ain't trippin'...
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I Ain't Trippin'
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| Too Short |
