I Aint Trippin

<br>I was told not long ago<br><br>Too $hort dont stop that rap!<br><br>Now everytime I grab the mic<br><br>I rock you just like that<br><br>8 years ago when I started to rap<br><br>I use to sell tapes everywhere<br><br>It was me and my homeboy freddy b, yoo<br><br>Kickin it like big players<br><br>Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills<br><br>I rocked houseparties on 98th<br><br>Even rocked in 69 vill<br><br>Might find me on the mic at hot lips house<br><br>Or at the eastbay dragonspot<br><br>All the 85th boys with their hand in the air<br><br>Screamin too $hort just dont stop!<br><br>Like royal park, like plymouth rock<br><br>First street and sunnyside<br><br>Like sobrante park and brookefield<br><br>East oakland, yeah, thats right<br><br>5 years ago I continued to rock<br><br>And if you havent yet heard my name<br><br>It was all in the papers, on the evening news<br><br>I was stone cold in the game<br><br>Around that time a friend of mine<br><br>My homeboy lionel b hooked me up like this, yoo<br><br>On the stage just rockin the beat<br><br>Some say I have a dirty mind<br><br>Sometimes that might be true<br><br>But these are just some dirty times<br><br>I aint trippin on you...<br><br><br><br>I aint trippin, keep on talkin<br><br>You think Im smokin that pipe<br><br>I got money, homeboy<br><br>I even got some of your future wifes<br><br>Well, my story goes like this, man<br><br>I smooth went out on wax<br><br>Singin girl, thats your life<br><br>Female funk and shortrapp<br><br>Silky d worked the beat kicked me cold cash<br><br>I was ridin the bus one day<br><br>Next day I was on the gas<br><br>Everybody loved too $hort<br><br>Rollin down the strip<br><br>Then one day just like that<br><br>Homeboy jumped on my tip<br><br>You started spreadin rumors, man<br><br>Said you saw me rappin in jail<br><br>No, I never came down to the flatlands<br><br>I was chillin with the homies from the hill<br><br>I aint trippin but the word went out<br><br>Sir too $hort was through<br><br>Cant really say where it all began<br><br>So ima blamin it all on you<br><br>Everybody use to say<br><br>Too $hort dont stop that rap!<br><br>Now everytime you see my face<br><br>You say Im smokin crack<br><br>Oakland, california, I heard it all before<br><br>Im makin big bank now, rockin the crowd<br><br>I aint trippin no more...<br><br><br><br>Now Im back on top again<br><br>I still dont stop that rap<br><br>Everytime I grab the mic<br><br>My bankrolls gettin fat<br><br>Freaky tales took care of that<br><br>You know Im comin up<br><br>Cause everytime you see my face<br><br>Im rollin all so tough<br><br>When I made the cut...the-he-he freaky tales<br><br>I started picturin this<br><br>I named my album born to mack<br><br>With the cleaniest raps and beats<br><br>Everythin was kickin in<br><br>Me and ran kept cashin checks<br><br>Next thing I know there you go<br><br>Guess whos on my tip? <br><br>You said I just got out of jail<br><br>Jumped right back on that pipe<br><br>Your sisters boyfriend told you, man<br><br>Im smokin every night<br><br>Then you came to my show<br><br>And stood there so damn bold<br><br>You said too $hort, man, you smoking<br><br>And Im standin here dreamin gold<br><br>I aint trippin no more<br><br>Really aint worth my time<br><br>So to squashed it off I kicked on back<br><br>And wrote you all the rhyme<br><br>Benzes rollin, beemers jettin<br><br>And caddies keep on dippin<br><br>You keep on talkin all that crap<br><br>I aint trippin...