Текст песни Too Short - It Don`t Stop
Too Short - It Don`t Stop слова песни
Funky fresh on the muthafuckin microphoneBitchAnd it don`t stopTo the beat, babyOakland, 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)