Too Hort Paystyle Bosko And Banks Mix Yo lyrics

Too Hort Paystyle Bosko And Banks Mix Yo lyrics

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Too Hort Paystyle Bosko And Banks Mix Yo lyrics

Send "Too Hort Paystyle Bosko And Banks Mix Yo" Ringtone to your Cell Yo kid won`t you bust your little freestyle yo? Say what? You want me to bust a freestyle? *chuckling* I don`t even know how to do freestyles main You know I get paid to rap Bosko, bring the beat in main (aight) 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 game, 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 homeboy listen Before you grab the mic and act wild Bitin other MC`s mackin styles And it`s all from head, passin round the mic Never even care who you sounded like You 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 Don`t need credit from a rapper can you match my Visa I heard your girlfriend was a real trick 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 playa 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 Say you shootin everything when you sympin those 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 girls, gettin hella dank I drop my top when it`s hot and sunny You can`t talk about me you ain`t havin no money I set trends in the rap and don`t doubt me And care less when other rappers talk about me I know all you suckers, heard me rap So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap That`s right, all night cause she`s a damn good trick Put them legs up high she couldn`t handle it I`m not a no good punk, I coulda dogged 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 *long musical interlude* 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 y`all know Then ask Philly, can I rap South side of Chicago, who`s the mack? I never ever tripped when you slipped tried to rap about me Everytime I perform, I make a lot of G`s Cause I`m paid in the underground rap world Eatin good like two hundred pound fat girls 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 the West coast laid it, 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 Bitch! Send "Too Hort Paystyle Bosko And Banks Mix Yo" Ringtone to your Cell Too Hort Paystyle Bosko And Banks Mix Yo lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Too Hort Paystyle Bosko And Banks Mix Yo lyrics @ ELyrics | Too Hort Paystyle Bosko And Banks Mix Yo lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Too Hort Paystyle Bosko And Banks Mix Yo lyrics @ Songlyrics | Too Hort Paystyle Bosko And Banks Mix Yo lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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