It Dont Stop

<br>Funky fresh on the muthafuckin microphone<br><br>Bitch<br><br><br><br>And it dont stop<br><br>To the beat, baby<br><br><br><br>Oakland, california is in the house<br><br>Bitch<br><br><br><br>[ verse 1 ]<br><br>I tell you, nobody does it better than too $hort<br><br>I got so many raps, I know you cant have more<br><br>Cause I grew up on the mic, I spent my whole life<br><br>Writin raps, late at night<br><br>And I never would make no fake lps<br><br>Sucker mcs dont make no gs<br><br>They make weak, weak raps, and need to quit<br><br>22 songs, and only 3 on hit<br><br>Frontin on me like you want some<br><br>Better sell a million records, go platinum<br><br>Cause I wouldnt waste my time on a one-rap rapper<br><br>You wanna get with me, you gotta climb that ladder<br><br>But you aint nothin but a joke<br><br>Rappers make money, tell me why are you broke? <br><br>We get paid like a muthafucka, and we get<br><br>A brand-new house full of brand-new shit<br><br>A brand-new car in my brand-new driveway<br><br>I always keep the top down on the highway<br><br>Too $hort, baby, known everywhere<br><br>Had a life-long dream to be a player<br><br>Way too cold at a younger age<br><br>It was everyday, just make that pay<br><br>12 years later, still in the game<br><br>And you never talk down on a players name<br><br>Cause Im (too $hort, too $hort)<br><br><br><br>[ verse 2 ]<br><br>You see, Im fresh like always with funky beats<br><br>I say whats up to the brothers on 10th street<br><br>Its goin down in the oakland town<br><br>Home of the infamous too $hort sound<br><br>So keep your jealous-ass thoughts in your diary<br><br>And if youre lookin for a leader, you can hire me<br><br>And if your so-called boss dont pay<br><br>The only thing you need to say<br><br>Is &quot;i quit, Im through with you&quot;<br><br>Pack up your raps, and join the dangerous crew<br><br>We got mo beats than the average joe<br><br>And a 24-track studio<br><br>So forget what you heard, and well see its on<br><br>Oakland, california cant leave me alone<br><br>Cause Im the most rappin, most rhymin<br><br>Sold my drop-top, but Im still high-sidin<br><br>Im (too $hort, too $hort)<br><br><br><br>[ verse 3 ]<br><br>Now that Ive established my career<br><br>I wanna help some other brothers out here<br><br>Hook em up and let em make some dough<br><br>Flip benzes and turn out shows<br><br>Cause oakland got talent, fool<br><br>Mcs in elementary school<br><br>Not to mention musicians and singers<br><br>And shorty b with his magical fingers<br><br>We get funky like skunk weed<br><br>Light it up, hit it, and get keed<br><br>This dopefiend beat will get you high<br><br>If it dont go gold too soon, Ill cry<br><br>If the bass aint deep, somethins wrong<br><br>It must not be a real too $hort song<br><br>Cause the first thing I do when I make my tape<br><br>Is drop a few kicks from my 808<br><br>And when my tapes hit the store, they sell so quick<br><br>You can tell by my big fat royalty check<br><br>Its just a dangerous thing when Im on the mic<br><br>And the local police dont even like<br><br>The way we hit your town, its so funny<br><br>Its all about makin big money<br><br>So before I go, you should remember this<br><br>Muthafuck you, damn shithead bitch<br><br>Cause Im (too $hort, too $hort)