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letra de paystyle (boy scout remix) - too $hort

aww h-ll nah n-gga
we ain’t doin no freestyles
don’t even know how to do that sh-t
-chuckling-
yeah whatevah
check it out man, check this one out

i been rappin for half my life
i’m twenty-eight now sayin p-ss the mic
if you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
i was born on the mic before you went to school
talkin bout pimp sh-t, you know wh-ssup
i wonder if you mom’ll let you play that stuff
now you’re flowin like your name is water
but i’m ten years older and my game is harder
i’m not tryin to say you’re out there dissin
i’m just tryin to say lil n-gga listen
before you grab the mic and act wild
bitin on the next n-gga’s mackin style
and it’s all from head, p-ssin round the mic
never even care who you sounded like
sound like snoop dogg, then you switched to treach
bit the pharcyde then a tribe called quest
and you gots no respect for me, is that right?
well jump your -ss on the train witcha backpack tight
and keep rappin, i’m floatin past all the stops
in a clean -ss benz i have all the props
f–k credit from a rapper can you match my visa
i heard your girlfriend was a real d-ck pleaser
and a too $hort fan, faithfully
when i came to your town she couldn’t wait to see me

to the beat y’all, and it don’t stop
it goes on cause i don’t stop rappin
to the beat y’all, and it don’t stop
it goes on cause i don’t stop rappin

let me tell you somethin bout a n-gga named short
rappers always talk about the way i can’t flow
but let me hit the mall with the same mc’s
i be signin autographs, spend a gang of g’s
while you walkin round broke, n0body knows ya
lookin like you smoked a whole sack of doja
outside in the parking lot in front of the cars
standin in a circle with some wannabe stars
freestylin, but you ain’t original
you just shootin everything and you pimpin hoes
and to think you could hang with me
i never would spit this game for free
i’m the t-double-o, s-h, o-r-t
i rock all stages and any parties
any my style is gettin bank
gettin head, gettin h-lla dank
i drop my top when it’s hot and sunny
so how you talk sh-t when you ain’t havin no money
i set trends in the rap game b-tch
and gives a f–k when other rappers talk sh-t
i know you motherf–kers, heard me rap
so hard, i put your momma in my dirty rap
no sh-t, the old b-tch sucked a d-mn good d-ck
put them legs up high she couldn’t handle it
i’m not a no good punk, i coulda macked your mother
but life is too $hort, so i kept it undercover
now you’re all grown up, with your partners rappin
but old short dawg’ll your -ss what happened
to a fake mc, who tried to get with me

i ended his career, instantly

and it don’t stop, to the beat y’all
it goes on cause i don’t stop rappin
and it don’t stop, to the beat y’all
it goes on cause i don’t stop rappin

now let’s compare the lifestyles, of me and you
you’re phony and i’m all about bein true
you drive a bucket, that you bought for a g
i ride around snuffin them fo’-eighteens
in the back of a motherf–kin big -ss truck
jump two rows back and get my d-ck sucked
benzos, lexus, rolex and caddy
fine lil b-tches havin s-x with daddy
i ain’t givin no b-tch, no kind of slack
you got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack
what’s yours is hers, she don’t trip
sucker -ss n-gga need to check that b-tch
but you’re so weak, and it shows in your rap
i’m out here, gettin hoes livin fat
while you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
i bought my mother a house in atlanta
and you can’t stand it, so whaddayou say
too $hort can’t rap, no f–kin way
but here i am, workin in the studio
and your album ain’t out because you’re movin slow
by the time you make one i’ll be on ten
hit the studio n-gga, and do it again

to the beat y’all, and it don’t stop
it goes on cause i don’t stop rappin
to the beat y’all, and it don’t stop
it goes on cause i don’t stop rappin

now ask new york, can too $hort flow
ask detroit, they’ll let them n-ggas know
then ask philly, can i rap
south side of chicago, who’s the mack?
i never ever tripped on the sh-t that you spit about me
everytime i perform, i make a lot of g’s
cause i’m paid for this motherf–kin rap sh-t
eatin good like a motherf–kin fat b-tch
every single day at the house what’s wrong wichu
eatin fast food if you only knew
i understand though, cause i been there befo’
eat any d-mn thing and got nowhere to go
daydreams, about bein great
it all started back when i was sellin tapes
in eighty-two eighty-three eighty-fo’ on up
waitin still waitin just to blow on up
and when it happened, i still had to wait
i didn’t get paid til eighty-eight
i made nine albums in nine years
i’m a true blue west coast pioneer
dr. dre, ice-t, and all the rest
all that money we makin don’t fault the west
cause we ain’t the ones who created rap
but when we made the sh-t, we made it fat

and it don’t stop, to the beat y’all
it goes on cause i don’t stop rappin
and it don’t stop, to the beat y’all
it goes on cause i don’t stop rappin

beyotch!

- too hort

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