Текст (слова) песни: Too Short - Paystyle

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 main

You know I get paid to rap

Bosko, bring the beat in main (aight)

I been rappin for half my life

Im 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 game, you know whassup

I wonder if you momll let you play that stuff

Now youre flowin like your name is water

But Im ten years older and my game is harder

Im not tryin to say youre out there dissin

Im just tryin to say homeboy listen

Before you grab the mic and act wild

Bitin other mcs mackin styles

And its all from head, passin round the mic

Never even care who you sounded like

You 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, Im floatin past all the stops

In a clean ass benz I have all the props

Dont need credit from a rapper can you match my visa

I heard your girlfriend was a real trick pleaser

And a too $hort fan, faithfully

When I came to your town she couldnt wait to see me

To the beat yall, and it dont stop

It goes on cause I dont stop rappin

To the beat yall, and it dont stop

It goes on cause I dont stop rappin

Let me tell you somethin bout a playa named short

Rappers always talk about the way I cant flow

But let me hit the mall with the same mcs

I be signin autographs, spend a gang of gs

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 aint original

Say you shootin everything when you sympin those

And to think you could hang with me

I never would spit this game for free

Im the t-double-o, s-h, o-r-t

I rock all stages and any parties

Any my style is gettin bank

Gettin girls, gettin hella dank

I drop my top when its hot and sunny

You cant talk about me you aint havin no money

I set trends in the rap and dont doubt me

And care less when other rappers talk about me

I know all you suckers, heard me rap

So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap

Thats right, all night cause shes a damn good trick

Put them legs up high she couldnt handle it

Im not a no good punk, I coulda dogged your mother

But life is too $hort, so I kept it undercover

Now youre all grown up, with your partners rappin

But old short dawgll your ass what happened

To a fake mc, who tried to get with me

I ended his career, instantly

And it dont stop, to the beat yall

It goes on cause I dont stop rappin

And it dont stop, to the beat yall

It goes on cause I dont stop rappin

*long musical interlude*

To the beat yall, and it dont stop

It goes on cause I dont stop rappin

To the beat yall, and it dont stop

It goes on cause I dont stop rappin

Now ask new york, can too $hort flow

Ask detroit, theyll let yall know

Then ask philly, can I rap

South side of chicago, whos the mack?

I never ever tripped when you slipped tried to rap about me

Everytime I perform, I make a lot of gs

Cause Im paid in the underground rap world

Eatin good like two hundred pound fat girls

Every single day at the house whats 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 didnt get paid til eighty-eight

I made nine albums in nine years

Im a true blue west coast pioneer

Dr. dre, ice-t, and all the rest

All that money we makin dont fault the west

Cause we aint the ones who created rap

But when the west coast laid it, we made it fat

And it dont stop, to the beat yall

It goes on cause I dont stop rappin

And it dont stop, to the beat yall

It goes on cause I dont stop rappin

Bitch!

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You want me to bust a freestyle? chuckling I dont even know how to do freestyles main You know I get paid to rap Bosko, bring the beat in main (aight) I been rappin for half my life Im 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 game, you know whassup I wonder if you momll let you play that stuff Now youre flowin like your name is water But Im ten years older and my game is harder Im not tryin to say youre out there dissin Im just tryin to say homeboy listen Before you grab the mic and act wild Bitin other mcs mackin styles And its all from head, passin round the mic Never even care who you sounded like You 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, Im floatin past all the stops In a clean ass benz I have all the props Dont need credit from a rapper can you match my visa I heard your girlfriend was a real trick pleaser And a too $hort fan, faithfully When I came to your town she couldnt wait to see me To the beat yall, and it dont stop It goes on cause I dont stop rappin To the beat yall, and it dont stop It goes on cause I dont stop rappin Let me tell you somethin bout a playa named short Rappers always talk about the way I cant flow But let me hit the mall with the same mcs I be signin autographs, spend a gang of gs 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 aint original Say you shootin everything when you sympin those And to think you could hang with me I never would spit this game for free Im the t-double-o, s-h, o-r-t I rock all stages and any parties Any my style is gettin bank Gettin girls, gettin hella dank I drop my top when its hot and sunny You cant talk about me you aint havin no money I set trends in the rap and dont doubt me And care less when other rappers talk about me I know all you suckers, heard me rap So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap Thats right, all night cause shes a damn good trick Put them legs up high she couldnt handle it Im not a no good punk, I coulda dogged your mother But life is too $hort, so I kept it undercover Now youre all grown up, with your partners rappin But old short dawgll your ass what happened To a fake mc, who tried to get with me I ended his career, instantly And it dont stop, to the beat yall It goes on cause I dont stop rappin And it dont stop, to the beat yall It goes on cause I dont stop rappin long musical interlude To the beat yall, and it dont stop It goes on cause I dont stop rappin To the beat yall, and it dont stop It goes on cause I dont stop rappin Now ask new york, can too $hort flow Ask detroit, theyll let yall know Then ask philly, can I rap South side of chicago, whos the mack? I never ever tripped when you slipped tried to rap about me Everytime I perform, I make a lot of gs Cause Im paid in the underground rap world Eatin good like two hundred pound fat girls Every single day at the house whats 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 didnt get paid til eighty-eight I made nine albums in nine years Im a true blue west coast pioneer Dr. dre, ice-t, and all the rest All that money we makin dont fault the west Cause we aint the ones who created rap But when the west coast laid it, we made it fat And it dont stop, to the beat yall It goes on cause I dont stop rappin And it dont stop, to the beat yall It goes on cause I dont stop rappin Bitch! Нравится песня? 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