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I Ain't Trippin' - Too $hort
I was told not long ago
Too $hort don't stop that rap

Now everytime I grab the mic
I rock you just like that

Eight years ago when I started to rap
I use to sell tapes everywhere

It was me and my homeboy freddy b, yoo
Kickin' it like big players

Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills

I rocked house parties on 98th
Even rocked in 69 vill

Might find me on the mic at Hot Lips house
Or at the Eastbay Dragonspot

All the 85th boys with their hand in the air
Screamin' Too $hort just don't stop

Like Royal Park, like Plymouth Rock
First street and Sunnyside

Like Sobrante Park and Brookefield
East Oakland, yeah, that's right

5 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 B

Hooked me up like this, yoo
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 Shortrap

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 $hort
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 from the hill

I ain't trippin' but the word went out
Sir Too $hort was through

Can't really say where it all began
So I'm blamin' it all on you

Everybody use to say
Too $hort don't stop that rap

Now everytime 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

Everytime I grab the mic
My bankroll's gettin' fat

Freaky Tales' took care of that
You know I'm comin' up

Cause everytime you see my face
I'm rollin' all so tough

When I made the cut
The-he-he Freaky Tales'
I started picturin' this

I named my album Born To Mack
With the cleanest raps and beats

Everythin' 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

You said Too $hort, man, you smoking

And I'm standin' here dreamin' gold

I ain't trippin' no more

Really ain't worth my time

So to squashed 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'