Too $hort Trying to Come Up Lyrics

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  • 1 What the Fuck
  • 2 Got Her Like
  • 3 Playa fo Life
  • 4 Trying to Come Up
  • 5 Cush Cologne
  • 6 The Magazine
  • 7 I Got Caught
  • 8 I'm a Stop
  • 9 Hog Ridin
  • 10 Porno Bitch
  • 11 Shut Up Nancy
  • 12 Boss
  • 13 Hey
  • 14 Money on the Floor
  • 15 Double Header
  • 16 Respect the Pimpin
  • 17 Ba Boom Cha
  • [Too $hort]
    You want the money, wanna be a big mack dog?
    You swimmin in women on backlog
    Daydreamin 'bout the dividends
    The lil' homey said "Man I'm 'bout to get it in"
    It's just a sign of the times
    You get a little older now you wanna do crimes
    He went to jail and now he's got big muscles
    He don't think he failed he just picked the wrong hustle
    Came home went straight to the block
    He got a P.O. but he don't care about the cops
    Pocket full of rocks, hella money in his sock
    Rims and paint, he don't wanna ride stock
    Loud and clear, the beat gon' knock
    And a lot of girls walkin down the street gon' stop
    and tell each other how they love you
    You gettin money and they all wanna fuck you

    [Chorus: singer]
    I'm tryin to come up! Ohhhhhhh
    I'm tryin to come up! Got to keep on movin
    Come up! Whoahhhhhh
    I'm tryin to come up! Ohhhhhhh

    [Too $hort]
    The world is violent - so what'cha yellin "peace" for?
    Gotta take another ride in a police car
    They told you don't tell no lies
    Cause the judge gon' set yo' bail so high
    for crack! You never shoulda sold it
    Cause everything you know, you told it
    I thought you was a cocaine cowboy
    You caught a case - and what'chu doin now boy?
    You singin that same old song
    Tellin on your homeboys so you can go home
    And now who's gon' win?
    I don't need enemies, if you my friend
    You just another crab in the barrel
    I'm tryin to see the top, stop grabbin, it's frail
    I know you wanna come up, make a few mill'
    but the homies gon' kill you if you tell

    [Chorus]

    [C.O. - overlaps Chorus]
    C.O. nigga, West Oakland
    B.T.T. nigga
    I got a two year joint suspension, butter on my bitch coochie
    High-tech and my styrofoam, she just popped a half a Louis
    Ridin with my hockey stick; I'm just tryin to camouflage
    Just hit a grower house, it's dryin out in my garage
    P.O. fuckin with me, say I gotta find a job
    Honeymoon comin up - bitch I'm married to the mob!
    I'm just tryin to come up, before a nigga lock me down
    I do life in Salinas for feedin a nigga 50 rounds
    I don't say slow down, before a nigga go down
    Before a nigga starve, I'll FUNK with the whole town
    Tired of cookin coke, I need grown man money
    Some of that business foreign car, own land money
    I be tryin to get dough, but a nigga will skeet quick
    Them hollows gotta get my point across it's so thick
    And me and God, we got a real good agreement
    I won't start no shit but if they try me I'm squeamish

    [Outro: singer]
    I'm just tryin to do right, just tryin to get mine
    Feel like I'm about to lose my mind if I gotta keep on doin crime
    I'm tryin to come up! Cain't do this no more
    I gotta come up! Hooooooooo
    I'm tryin to come up!
    I'm tryin to come up
    Said I'm tryin to come up
    I'm tryin to come up
    Tryin to come up... [fades out]

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