Текст песни Too Short - It Dont Stop
Too Short - It Dont Stop слова песни
Funky fresh on the muthafuckin microphoneBitchAnd it dont 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 cant have moreCause I grew up on the mic, I spent my whole lifeWritin raps, late at nightAnd I never would make no fake lpsSucker mcs dont make no gsThey 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 wouldnt waste my time on a one-rap rapperYou wanna get with me, you gotta climb that ladderBut you aint 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 pay12 years later, still in the gameAnd you never talk down on a players nameCause Im (too $hort, too $hort)[ verse 2 ]You see, Im fresh like always with funky beatsI say whats up to the brothers on 10th streetIts goin down in the oakland townHome of the infamous too $hort soundSo keep your jealous-ass thoughts in your diaryAnd if youre lookin for a leader, you can hire meAnd if your so-called boss dont payThe only thing you need to sayIs "i quit, Im 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 well see its onOakland, california cant leave me aloneCause Im the most rappin, most rhyminSold my drop-top, but Im still high-sidinIm (too $hort, too $hort)[ verse 3 ]Now that Ive 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, foolMcs 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 dont go gold too soon, Ill cryIf the bass aint deep, somethins 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 checkIts just a dangerous thing when Im on the micAnd the local police dont even likeThe way we hit your town, its so funnyIts all about makin big moneySo before I go, you should remember thisMuthafuck you, damn shithead bitchCause Im (too $hort, too $hort)