Get Off The Stage Lyrics - Get Off The Stage - Too $hort

[Too $hort] 

I'm tryin' to do a show, I don't even know 

Most of these niggaz, I came with some hoes 

Hell nah they don't know me, askin' is he with us 

Back in the day groupies was always bitches 

Just throw 'em all 'cause you can't warn 'em 

Why you wanna be on stage with me? You ain't performin' 

I don't come to your job, tryin' to flip your burgers 

I can handle this crowd, I don't need your service 

You wanna be my dancer, you must be trippin' 

If you ain't got big titties, why you up here strippin'? 

You better take that shit back where you came from 

Throw it up nigga... go 'head, bang on me 

Just get off the stage 

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[Chorus] 

Get off the stage bitch... 

Get off the stage bitch... 

Get off the stage bitch... 

Get off the stage 

[Too $hort] 

You wanna hug me, and take pictures 

Talkin' bout you love me, I like bitches 

You jumpin' round like we rehearsed this 

When I called the girls to the stage you was the first bitch 

All in my ear, askin' bout a after party 

I'm tryin' to do a show man, back up off me 

Security shouldn't even get paid 

I watched 'em push the ladies back and let these niggaz on the stage 

They'll tell you tomorrow, exactly how it happened 

They was all on stage with me, while I was rappin' 

Gave me women and weed, then we dipped to the pad 

But all that really happened was they made me look bad 

Get off the stage bitch 

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[Chorus] 

Get off the stage bitch... 

Get off the stage bitch... 

Get off the stage bitch... 

Get off the stage 

[Too $hort] 

When all the rappers come to town you wanna stand next to 'em 

What you swingin' on his nuts for man, what you doin'? 

Go back in the crowd, and stand with your homies 

I got niggaz out there and damn you don't even know me 

At first, you was just chillin' on the side 

Now you next to me, you must be feelin' alright 

I don't lip sing, everything I do is live 

Your name is Too $hort? Then motherfucker who am I? 

Why you celebratin'? Raisin' both your arms 

You gon' help later? You ain't makin' no songs 

You ain't the manager, on the turntables 

You don't dance for the group and you don't work for the label 

Get off the fuckin' stage bitch 

[Chorus] 

Get off the stage bitch... 

Get off the stage bitch... 

Get off the stage bitch... 

Get off the stage