I Ain't Trippin'

(albüm: Life Is... Too Short - 1988)

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
Kicking it like big players
Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills
I rocked houseparties 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
Screaming 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 rocking the beat
Some say I have a dirty mind
Sometimes that might be true
But these are just some dirty times
I ain't tripping on you...

I ain't tripping, keep on talking
You think i'm smoking 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
Singing Girl, That's Your Life'
Female Funk' and Shortrapp'
Silky D worked the beat kicked me cold cash
I was riding the bus one day
Next day I was on the gas
Everybody loved Too $hort
Rolling down the strip
Then one day just like that
Homeboy jumped on my tip
You started spreading rumors, man
Said you saw me rapping in jail
No, I never came down to the flatlands
I was chilling with the homies from the hill
I ain't tripping but the word went out
Sir Too $hort was through
Can't really say where it all began
So i'ma blaming 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 smoking crack
Oakland, California, I heard it all before
I'm making big bank now, rocking the crowd
I ain't tripping no more...

Now I'm back on top again
I still don't stop that rap
Everytime I grab the mic
My bankroll's getting fat
Freaky Tales' took care of that
You know I'm coming up
Cause everytime you see my face
I'm rolling all so tough
When I made the cut...the-he-he Freaky Tales'
I started picturing this
I named my album Born To Mack'
With the cleaniest raps and beats
Everything was kicking in
Me and Ran kept cashing 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 smoking every night
Then you came to my show
And stood there so damn bold
You said Too $hort, man, you smoking'
And i'm standing here dreaming gold
I ain't tripping no more
Really ain't worth my time
So to squashed it off I kicked on back
And wrote you all the rhyme
Benzes rolling, Beemers jetting
And Caddies keep on dipping
You keep on talking all that crap
I ain't tripping...