Al Eaton - I Ain't Trippin lyrics

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 100 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... 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 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 And said you saw me rappin' in jail No, I never came down to the flat lands I was chillin' with the homies on 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 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' oh so tough When I made the cut...the-the-the Freaky Tales' I started picturin' this I named my album, "Born To Mack" With the cleanest Biarritz 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' there dreamin' gold I ain't trippin' no more Really ain't worth my time So to squash it all I kicked on back And wrote you all a rhyme Benzes roll, Beemers jet And Caddies keep on dippin' You keep on talkin' all that crap I ain't trippin'...