Paystyle lyrics

Artist  : Too Short 
Song : Paystyle



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Aww hell nah nigga
We ain't doin no
freestyles
Don't even know how to do that
shit
*chuckling*
Yeah whatevah
Check it
out man, check this one out

I been rappin
for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now sayin
pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak
up fool
I was born on the mic before you went
to school
Talkin bout pimp shit, you know
whassup
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 nigga
listen
Before you grab the mic and act
wild
Bitin on the next nigga's mackin
style
And it's all from head, passin 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 ass on the train witcha
backpack tight
and keep rappin, I'm floatin
past all the stops
In a clean ass Benz I have
all the props
Fuck credit from a rapper can
you match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was
a real dick 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
nigga 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, nobody 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 hella
dank
I drop my top when it's hot and
sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain't
havin no money
I set trends in the rap game
bitch
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk
shit
I know you motherfuckers, heard me
rap
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty
rap
No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good
dick
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 ass
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 motherfuckin
big ass truck
Jump two rows back and get my
dick sucked
Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and
Caddy
Fine lil bitches havin sex with
Daddy
I ain't givin no bitch, 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 ass nigga need to check that
bitch
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 fuckin 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
nigga, 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 niggaz
know
Then ask Philly, can I rap
South side
of Chicago, who's the mack?
I never ever
tripped on the shit that you spit about
me
Everytime I perform, I make a lot of
G's
Cause I'm paid for this motherfuckin rap
shit
Eatin good like a motherfuckin fat
bitch
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 damn 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 shit, 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!