Tonalité : B major
Verse 1
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Aw hell nah nigga
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We ain't doin' no
freestyles
Don't even know how to
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do that shit
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Yeah whatevah
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Check it out man, check this one out
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I been rappin' for
Verse 2
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half my life
I'm twenty- eight now
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sayin' pass the mic
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If you eighteen or nineteen
speak up fool
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I was born on the mic before
you went to school
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Talkin' bout pimp shit,
you know whassup
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I wonder if you mom'll let you
play that stuff
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Now you're flowin like
your name is water
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But I'm ten years older
and my game is harder
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I'm not tryin' to say you're
out there dissin'
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I'm just tryin' to say lil nigga listen
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Before you grab the mic and act wild
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Bitin' on the next nigga's
mackin' style
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And it's all from head,
passin' round the mic
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Never even care who you sounded like
Sound like Snoop Dogg,
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then you switched to Treach
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Bit the Pharcyde then A
Tribe Called Quest
And you gots no respect for me,
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is that right?
Well jump your ass on the train
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witcha backpack tight
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and keep rap pin',
I'm floatin past all the stops
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In a clean ass Benz I have all the props
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Fuck credit from a rapper
can you match my Visa
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I heard your girlfriend was
a real dick pleaser
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And a Too Short fan, faithfully
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When I came to your town she
couldn't wait to see me
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To the beat y'all, and it don't
Verse 3
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stop
Bm
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It goes on cause I don't stop rappin'
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To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
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It goes on cause I don't stop rappin'
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Let me tell you somethin' bout a nigga named
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Short
Rappers always talk about the
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way I can't flow
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But let me hit the mall
with the same MC's
I be signin autographs,
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spend a gang of G's
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While you walkin round broke,
nobody knows ya
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Lookin' like you smoked
a whole sack of doja
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Out side in the parking lot
in front of the cars
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Standin' in a circle with some
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wannabe stars
Freestylin', but you ain't original
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You just shootin everything
and you pimpin' hoes
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And to think you could hang with me
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I never would spit this game for free
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I'm the T- double- O, S- H, O- are- T
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I rock all stages and any parties
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Any my style is gettin' bank
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Gettin' head, gettin' hella dank
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I drop my top when it's hot and sunny
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So how you talk shit when you
ain't havin no money
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I set trends in the rap
game bitch
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And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit
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I know you motherfuckers,
heard me rap
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So hard, I put your momma
in my dirty rap
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No shit, the old bitch sucked
a damn good dick
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Put them legs up high she
couldn't handle it
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I'm not a no good punk,
I coulda macked your mother
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But Life is Too Short,
so I kept it undercover
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Now you're all grown up,
with your partners rappin'
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But old Short Dawg'll your
ass what happened
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To a fake MC, who tried to get with me
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I ended his career, instantly
Verse 5
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And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
Bm
C
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin'
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And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
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It goes on cause I don't stop rappin'
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Now let's compare the lifestyles,
Verse 6
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of me and you
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You're phony and I'm all about bein true
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You drive a bucket,
that you bought for a G
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I ride around snuffin them
fo'- eighteens
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In the back of a motherfuckin big
ass truck
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Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked
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Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and Caddy
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Fine lil bitches havin sex with Daddy
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I ain't givin no bitch, no kind of slack
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You got one girl then treat the
hoe like a mack
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What's yours is hers, she don't trip
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Sucker ass nigga need to
check that bitch
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But you're so weak,
and it shows in your rap
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I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
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While you at home,
gettin sweated by your mamma
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I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
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And you can't stand
it, so whaddayou say
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Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin way
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But here I am, workin in the studio
And your album ain't out because
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you're movin slow
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By the time you make one I'll be on ten
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Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
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To the beat y'all, and it don't
Verse 7
stop
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It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
Bm
C
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
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Now ask New York, can Too
Verse 8
$hort flow
Ask Detroit,
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they'll let them niggaz know
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Then ask Philly, can I rap
South side of Chicago,
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who's the mack?
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I never ever tripped on the shit
that you spit about me
Everytime I perform,
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I make a lot of G's
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Cause I'm paid for this
motherfuckin rap shit
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Eatin good like a motherfuckin fat bitch
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Every single day at the house
what's wrong wichu
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Eatin fast food if you only knew
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I understand though,
cause I been there befo'
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Eat any damn thing and got
nowhere to go
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Daydreams, about bein great
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It all started back when I was
sellin tapes
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in eighty- two eighty- three
eighty- fo' on up
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Waitin still waitin just to blow on up
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And when it happened, I still had to wait
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I didn't get paid til eighty- eight
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I made nine albums in nine years
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I'm a true blue West coast pioneer
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Dr. Dre, Ice- T, and all the rest
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All that money we makin
don't fault the West
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Cause we ain't the ones who created rap
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But when we made the shit, we made it fat
Verse 9
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
Bm
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
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Beyotch!
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