I was told not long ago, "Too short, don’t stop that rap" Now every time I grab the mic I rock you just like that8 years ago when I started to rap I use to sell tapes everywhere It was me and my homeboy Freddy B, yo, kickin’ it like big players Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills I rocked house parties on 98th, even rocked in the 69 vill Might find me on the mic at hot lips house or at the east bay dragon spot All the 85 boys with their hands in the air screamin’"Too short, just don’t stop" Like Royal Park, like Plymouth Rock, First street and Sunny side Like sobrante park and brookefield, East Oakland, yeah, that’s right5 years ago I continued to rock and if you haven’t yet heard my name It was all in the papers, on the evening news I was stone cold in the game Around that time, a friend of mine, My homeboy Lionel BHooked me up like this, yo on the stage just rockin’ the beat Some say I have a dirty mind, sometimes that might be true But these are just some dirty times, I ain’t trippin’ on you I ain’t trippin’, keep on talkin’, you think I’m smokin’ that pipe I got money, homeboy, I even got some of your future wifes Well, my story goes like this, man, I smooth went out on wax Singin’ girl, that’s your life’, female funk and short rap Silky D worked the beat, kicked me down cold cash I was ridin’ the bus one day, next day, I was on the gas Everybody loved Too Short rollin’ down the strip Then one day, just like that, homeboy jumped on my tip You started spreadin’ rumors, man, said you saw me rappin’ in jail No, I never came down to the flatlands I was chillin’ with the homies on the hill I ain’t trippin’ but the word went out, Sir Too Short was through Can’t really say where it all began, so I’ma blamin’ it all on you Everybody use to say, "Too Short, don’t stop that rap" Now every time you see my face, you say I’m smokin’ crack Oakland, California, I heard it all before I’m makin’ big bank now, rockin’ the crowd, I ain’t trippin’ no more Now I’m back on top again, I still don’t stop that rap Every time I grab the mic, my bankroll’s gettin’ fat Freaky tales took care of that, you know I’m comin’ up' Cause every time you see my face, I’m rollin’ all so tough When I made the cut, the freaky tales, I started picturin’ this I named my album ' Born to Mack’ with the cleanest raps and beats Everything’ was kickin’ in, me and Ran kept cashin’ checks Next thing I know there you go, guess who’s on my tip? You said I just got out of jail, jumped right back on that pipe Your sister’s boyfriend told you, man, I’m smokin’ every night Then you came to my show and stood there so damn bold Said, "Too Short, man, you smokin" and I’m standin’ here drapin' gold I ain’t trippin’ no more, really ain’t worth my time So to squash it off, I kicked on back and wrote you all the rhyme Benzes rollin’, beemers jettin’ and caddies keep on dippin’ You keep talkin’ all that crap, I ain’t trippin’