Too $hort I Ain't Trippin' Lyrics

Life Is… Too $hort Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Life Is… Too $hort
  • 2 Rhymes
  • 3 I Ain’t Trippin’
  • 4 Nobody Does It Better
  • 5 Oakland
  • 6 Don’t Fight the Feelin’
  • 7 CussWords
  • 8 City of Dope
  • 9 Pimp the Ho
  • 10 Outro
  • I was told not long ago
    Too $hort don't stop that rap!'
    Now every time I grab the mic
    I rock you just like that
    8 years ago when I started to rap
    I use to sell tapes everywhere
    It was me and my homeboy Freddy be, yoo
    Kickin' it like big players
    Everybody loved my raps like hundred dollar bills
    I rocked house parties on ninety eighth
    Even rocked in sixty nine vill
    Might find me on the mic at Hot Lips house
    Or at the Eastbay Dragonspot
    All the eighth fifth boys with their hand in the air
    Screamin' Too $hort just don't stop!'
    Like Royal Park, like Plymouth Rock
    First street and Sunnyside
    Like Sobrante Park and Brookefield
    East Oakland, yeah, that's right
    Five years ago I continued to rock
    And if you haven't yet heard my name
    It was all in the papers, on the evening news
    I was stone cold in the game
    Around that time a friend of mine
    My homeboy Lionel be hooked me up like this, yoo
    On the stage just rockin' the beat
    Some say I have a dirty mind
    Sometimes that might be true
    But these are just some dirty times
    I ain't trippin' on you...
    I ain't trippin', keep on talkin'
    You think I'm smokin' that pipe
    I got money, homeboy
    I even got some of your future wife's
    Well, my story goes like this, man
    I smooth went out on wax
    Singin' Girl, That's Your Life'
    Female Funk' and Shortrapp'
    Silky D worked the beat kicked me cold cash
    I was ridin' the bus one day
    Next day I was on the gas
    Everybody loved Too $hort
    Rollin' down the strip
    Then one day just like that
    Homeboy jumped on my tip
    You started spreadin' rumors, man
    Said you saw me rappin' in jail
    No, I never came down to the flatlands
    I was chillin' with the homies from the hill
    I ain't trippin' but the word went out
    Sir Too $hort was through
    Can't really say where it all began
    So i'ma blamin' it all on you
    Everybody use to say
    Too $hort don't stop that rap!'
    Now every time you see my face
    You say I'm smokin' crack
    Oakland, California, I heard it all before
    I'm makin' big bank now, rockin' the crowd
    I ain't trippin' no more...
    Now I'm back on top again
    I still don't stop that rap
    Every time I grab the mic
    My bankroll's gettin' fat
    Freaky Tales' took care of that
    You know I'm comin' up
    Cause every time you see my face
    I'm rollin' all so tough
    When I made the cut...the-he-he Freaky Tales'
    I started picturin' this
    I named my album Born To Mack'
    With the cleaniest raps and beats
    Everythin' was kickin' in
    Me and Ran kept cashin' checks
    Next thing I know there you go
    Guess who's on my tip?
    You said I just got out of jail
    Jumped right back on that pipe
    Your sister's boyfriend told you, man
    I'm smokin' every night
    Then you came to my show
    And stood there so damn bold
    You said Too $hort, man, you smoking'
    And I'm standin' here dreamin' gold
    I ain't trippin' no more
    Really ain't worth my time
    So to squashed it off I kicked on back
    And wrote you all the rhyme
    Benzes rollin', Beemers jettin'
    And Caddies keep on dippin'
    You keep on talkin' all that crap
    I ain't trippin'...

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