Текст песни Too Short - Paystyle
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Yo kid wont you bust your little freestyle yo? Say what? You want me to bust a freestyle? *chuckling*I dont even know how to do freestyles mainYou know I get paid to rapBosko, bring the beat in main (aight)I been rappin for half my lifeIm 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 game, you know whassupI wonder if you momll let you play that stuffNow youre flowin like your name is waterBut Im ten years older and my game is harderIm not tryin to say youre out there dissinIm just tryin to say homeboy listenBefore you grab the mic and act wildBitin other mcs mackin stylesAnd its all from head, passin round the micNever even care who you sounded likeYou sound 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, Im floatin past all the stopsIn a clean ass benz I have all the propsDont need credit from a rapper can you match my visaI heard your girlfriend was a real trick pleaserAnd a too $hort fan, faithfullyWhen I came to your town she couldnt wait to see meTo the beat yall, and it dont stopIt goes on cause I dont stop rappinTo the beat yall, and it dont stopIt goes on cause I dont stop rappinLet me tell you somethin bout a playa named shortRappers always talk about the way I cant flowBut let me hit the mall with the same mcsI be signin autographs, spend a gang of gsWhile 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 aint originalSay you shootin everything when you sympin thoseAnd to think you could hang with meI never would spit this game for freeIm the t-double-o, s-h, o-r-tI rock all stages and any partiesAny my style is gettin bankGettin girls, gettin hella dankI drop my top when its hot and sunnyYou cant talk about me you aint havin no moneyI set trends in the rap and dont doubt meAnd care less when other rappers talk about meI know all you suckers, heard me rapSo hard, I put your momma in my dirty rapThats right, all night cause shes a damn good trickPut them legs up high she couldnt handle itIm not a no good punk, I coulda dogged your motherBut life is too $hort, so I kept it undercoverNow youre all grown up, with your partners rappinBut old short dawgll your ass what happenedTo a fake mc, who tried to get with meI ended his career, instantlyAnd it dont stop, to the beat yallIt goes on cause I dont stop rappinAnd it dont stop, to the beat yallIt goes on cause I dont stop rappin*long musical interlude*To the beat yall, and it dont stopIt goes on cause I dont stop rappinTo the beat yall, and it dont stopIt goes on cause I dont stop rappinNow ask new york, can too $hort flowAsk detroit, theyll let yall knowThen ask philly, can I rapSouth side of chicago, whos the mack? I never ever tripped when you slipped tried to rap about meEverytime I perform, I make a lot of gsCause Im paid in the underground rap worldEatin good like two hundred pound fat girlsEvery single day at the house whats wrong wichuEatin fast food if you only knewI understand though, cause I been there befoEat 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 didnt get paid til eighty-eightI made nine albums in nine yearsIm a true blue west coast pioneerDr. dre, ice-t, and all the restAll that money we makin dont fault the westCause we aint the ones who created rapBut when the west coast laid it, we made it fatAnd it dont stop, to the beat yallIt goes on cause I dont stop rappinAnd it dont stop, to the beat yallIt goes on cause I dont stop rappinBitch!