Paystyle Lyrics - Too $hort

Aww hell, nah nigga 

We ain't doin' no freestyles 

Don't even know how to do that shit 

Yeah, whatever 

Check it out man, check this one out 

I been rappin' for half my life 

I'm twenty-eight now, sayin' pass the mic 

If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool 

I was born on the mic before you went to school 

Talkin' 'bout pimp shit, you know whassup 

I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff 

Now you're flowin' like your name is Water 

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' 

I'm just tryin' to say lil' nigga listen 

Before you grab the mic and act wild 

Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin' style 

And it's all from head, passin' round the mic 

Never even care who you sounded like 

Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach 

Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called Quest 

And you gots no respect for me, is that right? 

Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight 

And keep rappin', I'm floatin' past all the stops 

In a clean ass Benz I have all the props 

Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa 

I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser 

And a Too $hort fan, faithfully 

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 stop 

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin' 

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop 

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin' 

Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga named $hort 

Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow 

But let me hit the mall with the same MC's 

I be signin' autographs, spend a gang of G's 

While you walkin' round broke, nobody knows ya 

Lookin' like you smoked a whole sack of doja 

Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars 

Standin' in a circle with some wannabe stars 

Freestylin', but you ain't original, no 

You just shootin' everything and you pimpin' hoes 

And to think you could hang with me 

I never would spit this game for free 

I'm the T double O, S H O R T, I rock all stages and any parties 

Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin' head, gettin' hella dank 

I drop my top when it's hot and sunny 

So how you talk shit when you ain't havin' no money 

I set trends in the rap game bitch 

And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit 

I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap 

So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap 

No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick 

Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it 

I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your mother 

But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it undercover 

Now you're all grown up, with your partners rappin' 

But old Short Dawg'll your ass what happened 

To a fake MC, who tried to get with me 

I ended his career, instantly 

And it don't stop, to the beat y'all 

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin' 

And it don't stop, to the beat y'all 

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin' 

Now let's compare the lifestyles, of me and you 

You're phony and I'm all about bein' true 

You drive a bucket, that you bought for a G 

I ride around snuffin' them fo'-eighteens 

In the back of a motherfuckin' big ass truck 

Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked 

Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and Caddy 

Fine lil' bitches havin' sex with Daddy 

I ain't givin' no bitch, no kind of slack 

You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack 

What's yours is hers, she don't trip 

Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitch 

But you're so weak and it shows in your rap 

I'm out here, gettin' hoes livin' fat 

While you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama 

I bought my mother a house in Atlanta 

And you can't stand it, so what do you say 

Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin' way 

But here I am, workin' in the studio 

And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow 

By the time you make one I'll be on ten 

Hit the studio nigga and do it again 

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop 

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin' 

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop 

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin' 

Now ask New York, can Too $hort flow? 

Ask Detroit, they'll let them niggaz know 

Then ask Philly, can I rap? 

South side of Chicago, who's the mack? 

I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me 

Every time I perform, I make a lot of G's 

'Cause I'm paid for this motherfuckin' rap shit 

Eatin' good like a motherfuckin' fat bitch 

Every single day at the house, what's wrong wichu? 

Eatin' fast food if you only knew 

I understand though, 'cause I been there befo' 

Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go 

Daydreams, about bein' great 

It all started back when I was sellin' tapes 

in eighty-two, eighty-three eighty-fo' on up 

Waitin' still waitin' just to blow on up 

And when it happened, I still had to wait 

I didn't get paid till eighty-eight 

I made nine albums in nine years 

I'm a true blue West Coast pioneer 

Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the rest 

All that money we makin' don't fault the West 

'Cause we ain't the ones who created rap 

But when we made the shit, we made it fat 

And it don't stop, to the beat y'all 

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin' 

And it don't stop, to the beat y'all 

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin' 

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