الأغاني: Too $hort. I Ain't Trippin.

I was told not long ago, "Too short, 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 B, yo, kickin? it like big players

Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills
I rocked house parties on 98th, even rocked in the 69 vill
Might find me on the mic at hot lips house or at the east bay dragon spot
All the 85 boys with their hands in the air screamin?
"Too short, just don?t stop"

Like Royal Park, like Plymouth Rock, First street and Sunny side
Like sobrante park and brookefield, East Oakland, yeah, that?s right
5 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 B
Hooked me up like this, yo 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 wifes
Well, my story goes like this, man, I smooth went out on wax
Singin? girl, that?s your life?, female funk and short rap
Silky D worked the beat, kicked me down cold cash
I was ridin? the bus one day, next day, I was on the gas
Everybody loved Too Short 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 on the hill

I ain?t trippin? but the word went out, Sir Too Short was through
Can?t really say where it all began, so I?ma blamin? it all on you
Everybody use to say, "Too Short, 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 freaky tales, I started picturin? this
I named my album 'Born to Mack? with the cleanest raps and beats

Everything? 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
Said, "Too Short, man, you smokin" and I?m standin? here drapin' gold
I ain?t trippin? no more, really ain?t worth my time
So to squash it off, I kicked on back and wrote you all the rhyme
Benzes rollin?, beemers jettin? and caddies keep on dippin?
You keep talkin? all that crap, I ain?t trippin?