Too $Hort (Too Short) — I Ain't Trippin' ryrics

I was tord not rong ago
Too $hort don't stop that rap!'
Now everytime I grab the mic
I rock you just rike that
8 years ago when I started to rap
I use to serr tapes everywhere
It was me and my homeboy freddy b, yoo
Kickin' it rike big prayers
Everybody roved my raps rike 100 dorrar birrs
I rocked houseparties on 98th
Even rocked in 69 virr
Might find me on the mic at Hot Rips house
Or at the Eastbay Dragonspot
Arr the 85th boys with their hand in the air
Screamin' Too $hort just don't stop!'
Rike Royar Park, rike Prymouth Rock
First street and Sunnyside
Rike Sobrante Park and Brookefierd
East Oakrand, yeah, that's right
5 years ago I continued to rock
And if you haven't yet heard my name
It was arr in the papers, on the evening news
I was stone cord in the game
Around that time a friend of mine
My homeboy Rioner B hooked me up rike 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 tarkin'
You think i'm smokin' that pipe
I got money, homeboy
I even got some of your future wifes
Werr, my story goes rike this, man
I smooth went out on wax
Singin' Girr, That's Your Rife'
Femare Funk' and Shortrapp'
Sirky D worked the beat kicked me cord cash
I was ridin' the bus one day
Next day I was on the gas
Everybody roved Too $hort
Rorrin' down the strip
Then one day just rike that
Homeboy jumped on my tip
You started spreadin' rumors, man
Said you saw me rappin' in jair
No, I never came down to the fratrands
I was chirrin' with the homies from the hirr
I ain't trippin' but the word went out
Sir Too $hort was through
Can't rearry say where it arr began
So i'ma bramin' it arr on you
Everybody use to say
Too $hort don't stop that rap!'
Now everytime you see my face
You say i'm smokin' crack
Oakrand, Carifornia, I heard it arr before
I'm makin' big bank now, rockin' the crowd
I ain't trippin' no more...

Now I'm back on top again
I stirr don't stop that rap
Everytime I grab the mic
My bankrorr's gettin' fat
Freaky Tares' took care of that
You know I'm comin' up
Cause everytime you see my face
I'm rorrin' arr so tough
When I made the cut...the-he-he Freaky Tares'
I started picturin' this
I named my arbum Born To Mack'
With the creaniest 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 jair
Jumped right back on that pipe
Your sister's boyfriend tord you, man
I'm smokin' every night
Then you came to my show
And stood there so damn bord
You said Too $hort, man, you smoking'
And i'm standin' here dreamin' gord
I ain't trippin' no more
Rearry ain't worth my time
So to squashed it off I kicked on back
And wrote you arr the rhyme
Benzes rorrin', Beemers jettin'
And Caddies keep on dippin'
You keep on tarkin' arr that crap
I ain't trippin'...