Intro:
Yeah thats right baby
You rolling to the sounds of too $hort
Album #11 (just cant stay away)
You knew I couldnt stay away (cant stay away)
Dedicated to the funk baby
Thats how we do this, we been doing this
Verse one:
So I made a new album
Fresh out of retirement
I cant stay away, Im ready to ride again
I could do it for the money, Id rather do it for the fans
Break out my old caddy, Id knew hed understand
See I dont stop rapping, so how could I retire
I had to re negotate, cause the stakes were getting higher
Lawsuits and jail, partnerships fail
Didnt have a drivers lisence, so I was always making bail
Three years ago I told jive: get my scrill
They gave a nigga millions with the same shit deal
You know I gotta live so I might as well learn
Id be the first motherfucker to tell you I got burned
So I retired, started all over again
I put the game down like an oakland pimp (oakland pimp)
And now I get payed like the nba
First class on that ass,every game we play
Fuck your attitude bitch, you aint hurting me
Im felling to cool, Im rolling three times barkley
You can get your ass out and walk home
Ill find another young broad and get my fuck on
So please dont trip, in my cadillac bitch
Maybe some other time cause I aint having that shit
Right now Im about to lean to the left
Wipe that frown off your face bitch I mean what I said
Im bout to bump this beat, Im wasting time talking
Keep fucking with me and they goin find their ass walking
Im to the next level, but I keep on rapping
This shit I be doing just aint suppose to happen
What you know about the motherfuking east side connection
Hitting backstreets in my motherfucking oldschool flexing
Niggas on the eastside we aint no punks
Made em get four way stop signs and speedbumps
Always highspeed chasing everyday and night
They call me $ir too $hort bitch you better say it right
I had to look past rap music and r&b
I be a leader and watch this niggas follow me
I could be 40, album 15 it wouldnt matter
I probably got way more rhymes then all you rappers
I know I got more songs then you ever made
I stayed on the charts and I stayed paid
So dont come around me bragging bout the shit you achieved
Cause I know excalty what you and me need
To be in two different places all the time
I aint concerned with yours so stay the fuck up out of mine
I own all my shit so you cant destoy it or enjoy it
Unless I say so and motherfuckers better know it
If you living really good it aint nuttin but fate
I love to see a new rapper doing something great
When I hear a funky base line I always pay attention
I spit these pimp ass rhymes cause hoes love the way
I mention pimp shit all the time
18 years of making music, I bring square bitches to my house
And watch her straight get loose wit it
Too $hort baby cant never stop funking
Ive been doing this for years and I got hella songs that bumping
All you hang-around-a-long-time, one-hit-havin
Got no love for this rap music, you need to stop rapping
I thought you was jealous of my bitches and cars
But you just mad that your shit aint hitting like ours
Im so real about these beats, I tell all my freaks
At the studio, bitch dont bother me
Its all about the funk, live bass
Trinity, mpc, jv-2080, dump some chords with the vintage keys
You hear what Im saying, learn from my example
Break out the instruments and stay away from the samples
Get your publishing for everything you write
Instead of selling it keep it for the rest of your life
So just take my advice and dont quit
Cause if you do, you wont get shit, beyatch
Outro:
$hort dawg on the motherfucking microphone spitting that real game
Album # 11, just cant stay away
Its on, once again its on
Too $hort records, in platinum we trust, believe that
