I Ain't Trippin'

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’