Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It Don't Stop , by - The Secret SpecialistRelease date: 28.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It Don't Stop |
| Funky fresh on the muthafuckin microphone |
| Bitch |
| And it don’t stop |
| To the beat, baby |
| Oakland, California is in the house |
| Bitch |
| I tell you, nobody does it better than Too $hort |
| I got so many raps, I know you can’t have more |
| Cause I grew up on the mic, I spent my whole life |
| Writin raps, late at night |
| And I never would make no fake LP’s |
| Sucker MC’s don’t make no g’s |
| They make weak, weak raps, and need to quit |
| 22 songs, and only 3 on hit |
| Frontin on me like you want some |
| Better sell a million records, go platinum |
| Cause I wouldn’t waste my time on a one-rap rapper |
| You wanna get with me, you gotta climb that ladder |
| But you ain’t nothin but a joke |
| Rappers make money, tell me why are you broke? |
| We get paid like a muthafucka, and we get |
| A brand-new house full of brand-new shit |
| A brand-new car in my brand-new driveway |
| I always keep the top down on the highway |
| Too $hort, baby, known everywhere |
| Had a life-long dream to be a player |
| Way too cold at a younger age |
| It was everyday, 'just make that pay' |
| 12 years later, still in the game |
| And you never talk down on a player’s name |
| Cause I’m (Too $hort, Too $hort) |
| You see, I’m fresh like always with funky beats |
| I say what’s up to the brothers on 10th Street |
| It’s goin down in the Oakland town |
| Home of the infamous Too $hort sound |
| So keep your jealous-ass thoughts in your diary |
| And if you’re lookin for a leader, you can hire me |
| And if your so-called boss don’t pay |
| The only thing you need to say |
| Is «I quit, I’m through with you» |
| Pack up your raps, and join the Dangerous Crew |
| We got mo' beats than the average joe |
| And a 24-track studio |
| So forget what you heard, and we’ll see it’s on |
| Oakland, California can’t leave me alone |
| Cause I’m the most rappin, most rhymin |
| Sold my drop-top, but I’m still high-sidin |
| I’m (Too $hort, Too $hort) |
| Now that I’ve established my career |
| I wanna help some other brothers out here |
| Hook em up and let em make some dough |
| Flip Benzes and turn out shows |
| Cause Oakland got talent, fool |
| MC’s in elementary school |
| Not to mention musicians and singers |
| And Shorty B with his magical fingers |
| We get funky like skunk weed |
| Light it up, hit it, and get keed |
| This dopefiend beat will get you high |
| If it don’t go gold too soon, I’ll cry |
| If the bass ain’t deep, somethin’s wrong |
| It must not be a real Too $hort song |
| Cause the first thing I do when I make my tape |
| Is drop a few kicks from my 808 |
| And when my tapes hit the store, they sell so quick |
| You can tell by my big fat royalty check |
| It’s just a Dangerous thing when I’m on the mic |
| And the local police don’t even like |
| The way we hit your town, it’s so funny |
| It’s all about makin big money |
| So before I go, you should remember this |
| Muthafuck you, damn shithead bitch |
| Cause I’m (Too $hort, Too $hort) |