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Текст песни Too $hort - Paystyle

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Aww hell nah niggaWe ain`t doin no freestylesDon`t even know how to do that shit*chuckling*Yeah whatevahCheck it out man, check this one outI been rappin for half my lifeI`m twenty-eight now sayin pass the micIf you eighteen or nineteen speak up foolI was born on the mic before you went to schoolTalkin bout pimp shit, you know whassupI wonder if you mom`ll let you play that stuffNow you`re flowin like your name is waterBut I`m ten years older and my game is harderI`m not tryin to say you`re out there dissinI`m just tryin to say lil nigga listenBefore you grab the mic and act wildBitin on the next nigga`s mackin styleAnd it`s all from head, passin round the micNever even care who you sounded likeSound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to TreachBit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called QuestAnd you gots no respect for me, is that right?Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tightand keep rappin, I`m floatin past all the stopsIn a clean ass Benz I have all the propsFuck credit from a rapper can you match my VisaI heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaserAnd a Too $hort fan, faithfullyWhen I came to your town she couldn`t wait to see meTo the beat y`all, and it don`t stopIt goes on cause I don`t stop rappinTo the beat y`all, and it don`t stopIt goes on cause I don`t stop rappinLet me tell you somethin bout a nigga named ShortRappers always talk about the way I can`t flowBut let me hit the mall with the same MC`sI be signin autographs, spend a gang of G`sWhile you walkin round broke, nobody knows yaLookin like you smoked a whole sack of dojaOutside in the parking lot in front of the carsStandin in a circle with some wannabe starsFreestylin, but you ain`t originalYou just shootin everything and you pimpin hoesAnd to think you could hang with meI never would spit this game for freeI`m the T-double-O, S-H, O-R-TI rock all stages and any partiesAny my style is gettin bankGettin head, gettin hella dankI drop my top when it`s hot and sunnySo how you talk shit when you ain`t havin no moneyI set trends in the rap game bitchAnd gives a fuck when other rappers talk shitI know you motherfuckers, heard me rapSo hard, I put your momma in my dirty rapNo shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dickPut them legs up high she couldn`t handle itI`m not a no good punk, I coulda macked your motherBut Life is Too $hort, so I kept it undercoverNow you`re all grown up, with your partners rappinBut old Short Dawg`ll your ass what happenedTo a fake MC, who tried to get with meI ended his career, instantlyAnd it don`t stop, to the beat y`allIt goes on cause I don`t stop rappinAnd it don`t stop, to the beat y`allIt goes on cause I don`t stop rappinNow let`s compare the lifestyles, of me and youYou`re phony and I`m all about bein trueYou drive a bucket, that you bought for a GI ride around snuffin them fo`-eighteensIn the back of a motherfuckin big ass truckJump two rows back and get my dick suckedBenzos, Lexus, Rolex and CaddyFine lil bitches havin sex with DaddyI ain`t givin no bitch, no kind of slackYou got one girl then treat the hoe like a mackWhat`s yours is hers, she don`t tripSucker ass nigga need to check that bitchBut you`re so weak, and it shows in your rapI`m out here, gettin hoes livin fatWhile you at home, gettin sweated by your mammaI bought my mother a house in AtlantaAnd you can`t stand it, so whaddayou sayToo $hort can`t rap, no fuckin wayBut here I am, workin in the studioAnd your album ain`t out because you`re movin slowBy the time you make one I`ll be on tenHit the studio nigga, and do it againTo the beat y`all, and it don`t stopIt goes on cause I don`t stop rappinTo the beat y`all, and it don`t stopIt goes on cause I don`t stop rappinNow ask New York, can Too $hort flowAsk Detroit, they`ll let them niggaz knowThen ask Philly, can I rapSouth side of Chicago, who`s the mack?I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about meEverytime I perform, I make a lot of G`sCause I`m paid for this motherfuckin rap shitEatin good like a motherfuckin fat bitchEvery single day at the house what`s wrong wichuEatin fast food if you only knewI understand though, cause I been there befo`Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to goDaydreams, about bein greatIt all started back when I was sellin tapesin eighty-two eighty-three eighty-fo` on upWaitin still waitin just to blow on upAnd when it happened, I still had to waitI didn`t get paid til eighty-eightI made nine albums in nine yearsI`m a true blue West coast pioneerDr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the restAll that money we makin don`t fault the WestCause we ain`t the ones who created rapBut when we made the shit, we made it fatAnd it don`t stop, to the beat y`allIt goes on cause I don`t stop rappinAnd it don`t stop, to the beat y`allIt goes on cause I don`t stop rappinBEYOTCH!

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