I Ain’t Trippin Too $hort (Ft. Mark "Mr. Cooper" Curry)

I was told not long ago
"Too $hort don't stop that rap!'
Now every time I grab the mic
I rock it just like that
8 years ago when I started my rap
I used to sell tapes everywhere
It was me and my homeboy Freddy B, y'all
Kickin' it like big players
Everybody loved my raps like hundred dollar bills
I rocked house parties on 98th
Even rocked in the 6-9 'ville
Might find me on the mic at "Hot Lips" house
Or at the East Bay Dragons' Spot
All the 8-5 boys with their hands in the air
Screaming "Too $hort just don't stop!'
Like Arroyo Park, like Plymouth Rock
Birch Street and Sunnyside
Like Sobrante Park and Brookfield
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, y'all, 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...