Too $hort Get Off the Stage Lyrics

Get Off the Stage Track Listing
  • 1 Get Off the Stage
  • 2 Broke Bitch
  • 3 This My One
  • 4 Shittin' on 'em
  • 5 F.U.C.K.Y.O.U.
  • 6 Gangsters & Strippers
  • 7 Dun Ditty Dum
  • 8 Pull Them Panties Down
  • 9 I Like It
  • 10 It Ain't Over








  • I'm tryin' to do a show, I don't even know
    Most of these niggaz, I came with some hoes
    Hell nah they don't know me, askin' is he with us
    Back in the day groupies was always bitches
    Just throw 'em all 'cause you can't warn 'em
    Why you wanna be on stage with me? You ain't performin'
    I don't come to your job, tryin' to flip your burgers
    I can handle this crowd, I don't need your service
    You wanna be my dancer, you must be trippin'
    If you ain't got big titties, why you up here strippin'?
    You better take that shit back where you came from
    Throw it up nigga... go 'head, bang on me
    Just get off the stage


    Get off the stage bitch...
    Get off the stage bitch...
    Get off the stage bitch...
    Get off the stage


    You wanna hug me, and take pictures
    Talkin' bout you love me, I like bitches
    You jumpin' round like we rehearsed this
    When I called the girls to the stage you was the first bitch
    All in my ear, askin' bout a after party
    I'm tryin' to do a show man, back up off me
    Security shouldn't even get paid
    I watched 'em push the ladies back and let these niggaz on the stage
    They'll tell you tomorrow, exactly how it happened
    They was all on stage with me, while I was rappin'
    Gave me women and weed, then we dipped to the pad
    But all that really happened was they made me look bad
    Get off the stage bitch


    Get off the stage bitch...
    Get off the stage bitch...
    Get off the stage bitch...
    Get off the stage


    When all the rappers come to town you wanna stand next to 'em
    What you swingin' on his nuts for man, what you doin'?
    Go back in the crowd, and stand with your homies
    I got niggaz out there and damn you don't even know me
    At first, you was just chillin' on the side
    Now you next to me, you must be feelin' alright
    I don't lip sing, everything I do is live
    Your name is Too $hort? Then motherfucker who am I?
    Why you celebratin'? Raisin' both your arms
    You gon' help later? You ain't makin' no songs
    You ain't the manager, on the turntables
    You don't dance for the group and you don't work for the label
    Get off the fuckin' stage bitch


    Get off the stage bitch...
    Get off the stage bitch...
    Get off the stage bitch...
    Get off the stage




    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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