It Don't Stop Lyrics - Shorty The Pimp - Too $hort

Funky fresh on the muthafuckin' microphone, bitch 

And it don't stop to the beat, baby 

Oakland, California is in the house, bitch 

I tell you, nobody does it better than Too Short 

I got so many raps, I know you can't have more 

'Cause I grew up on the mic, I spent my whole life 

Writin' raps, late at night 

And I never would make no fake LP's 

Sucker MC's don't make no G's 

They make weak, weak raps and need to quit 

22 songs and only 3 on hit 

Frontin' on me like you want some 

Better sell a million records, go platinum 

'Cause I wouldn't waste my time on a one-rap rapper 

You wanna get with me, you gotta climb that ladder 

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But you ain't nothin' but a joke 

Rappers make money, tell me why are you broke? 

We get paid like a muthafucka and we get 

A brand-new house full of brand-new shit 

A brand-new car in my brand-new driveway 

I always keep the top down on the highway 

Too Short, baby, known everywhere 

Had a life-long dream to be a player 

Way too cold at a younger age 

It was everyday, just make that pay 

12 years later, you're still in the game 

And you never talk down on a player's name 

'Cause I'm Too Short, Too Short 

Too, Too Short, Too Short 

Too Short, Too Short 

Too, Too Short, Too Short 

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You see, I'm fresh like always with funky beats 

I say what's up to the brothers on 10th Street 

It's goin' down in the Oakland town 

Home of the infamous Too Short sound 

So keep your jealous-ass thoughts in your diary 

And if you're lookin' for a leader, you can hire me 

And if your so-called boss don't pay 

The only thing you need to say 

Is "I quit, I'm through with you" 

Pack up your raps and join the Dangerous Crew 

We got mo' beats than the average joe 

And a 24-track studio 

So forget what you heard and we'll see it's on 

Oakland, California can't leave me alone 

'Cause I'm the most rappin', most rhymin' 

Sold my drop-top but I'm still high-sidin' 

I'm Too Short, Too Short 

Too, Too Short, Too Short 

Too Short, Too Short 

Too, Too Short, Too Short 

Now that I've established my career 

I wanna help some other brothers out here 

Hook 'em up and let 'em make some dough 

Flip Benzes and turn out shows 

'Cause Oakland got talent, fool 

MC's in elementary school 

Not to mention musicians and singers 

And Shorty B with his magical fingers 

We get funky like skunk weed 

Light it up, hit it and get keed 

This dope fiend beat will get you high 

If it don't go gold too soon, I'll cry 

If the bass ain't deep, somethin's wrong 

It must not be a real Too short song 

'Cause the first thing I do when I make my tape 

Is drop a few kicks from my 808 

And when my tapes hit the store, they sell so quick 

You can tell by my big fat royalty check 

It's just a dangerous thing when I'm on the mic 

And the local police don't even like 

The way we hit your town, it's so funny 

It's all about makin' big money 

So before I go, you should remember this 

Muthafuck you, damn shit head bitch 

Cause I'm Too Short, Too Short 

Too, Too Short, Too Short 

Too Short, Too Short 

Too, Too Short, Too Short 

Too Short, Too Short 

Too, Too Short, Too Short 

Too Short, Too Short 

Too, Too Short, Too Short