Yo kid wont you bust your little freestyle yo?
Say what?
You want me to bust a freestyle?
*chuckling*
I dont 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
Im 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 momll let you play that stuff
Now youre flowin like your name is water
But Im ten years older and my game is harder
Im not tryin to say youre out there dissin
Im just tryin to say homeboy listen
Before you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin other mcs mackin styles
And its 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, Im floatin past all the stops
In a clean ass benz I have all the props
Dont 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 couldnt wait to see me
To the beat yall, and it dont stop
It goes on cause I dont stop rappin
To the beat yall, and it dont stop
It goes on cause I dont stop rappin
Let me tell you somethin bout a playa named short
Rappers always talk about the way I cant flow
But let me hit the mall with the same mcs
I be signin autographs, spend a gang of gs
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 aint 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
Im 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 its hot and sunny
You cant talk about me you aint havin no money
I set trends in the rap and dont 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
Thats right, all night cause shes a damn good trick
Put them legs up high she couldnt handle it
Im not a no good punk, I coulda dogged your mother
But life is too $hort, so I kept it undercover
Now youre all grown up, with your partners rappin
But old short dawgll your ass what happened
To a fake mc, who tried to get with me
I ended his career, instantly
And it dont stop, to the beat yall
It goes on cause I dont stop rappin
And it dont stop, to the beat yall
It goes on cause I dont stop rappin
*long musical interlude*
To the beat yall, and it dont stop
It goes on cause I dont stop rappin
To the beat yall, and it dont stop
It goes on cause I dont stop rappin
Now ask new york, can too $hort flow
Ask detroit, theyll let yall know
Then ask philly, can I rap
South side of chicago, whos the mack?
I never ever tripped when you slipped tried to rap about me
Everytime I perform, I make a lot of gs
Cause Im paid in the underground rap world
Eatin good like two hundred pound fat girls
Every single day at the house whats 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 didnt get paid til eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
Im a true blue west coast pioneer
Dr. dre, ice-t, and all the rest
All that money we makin dont fault the west
Cause we aint the ones who created rap
But when the west coast laid it, we made it fat
And it dont stop, to the beat yall
It goes on cause I dont stop rappin
And it dont stop, to the beat yall
It goes on cause I dont stop rappin
Bitch!
