I Ain't Trippin Lyrics - 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 

8 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... 

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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 Shortrapp' 

Silky D worked the beat kicked me 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 

Photos 

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'ma 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 on talkin' all that crap 

I ain't trippin'...