Paystyle Lyrics

Paystyle

Aww hell nah nigga
We ain't doin no freestyles
Don't even know how to do
that shit
*chuckling*
Yeah whatevah
Check it out man, check this one
out

I been rappin for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now sayin pass
the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic
before you went to school
Talkin bout pimp shit, you know whassup
I
wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff
Now you're flowin like your
name is water
But I'm ten years older and my game is harder
I'm not tryin
to say you're out there dissin
I'm just tryin to say lil nigga
listen
Before you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin on the next nigga's
mackin style
And it's all from head, passin round the mic
Never even care
who you sounded like
Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to
Treach
Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called Quest
And you gots no respect
for me, is that right?
Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack
tight
and keep rappin, I'm floatin past all the stops
In a clean ass Benz
I have all the props
Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa
I
heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser
And a Too $hort fan,
faithfully
When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me

To
the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
To
the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
rappin

Let me tell you somethin bout a nigga named Short
Rappers
always talk about the way I can't flow
But let me hit the mall with the same
MC's
I be signin autographs, spend a gang of G's
While you walkin round
broke, nobody knows ya
Lookin like you smoked a whole sack of
doja
Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars
Standin in a circle
with some wannabe stars
Freestylin, but you ain't original
You just
shootin everything and you pimpin hoes
And to think you could hang with
me
I never would spit this game for free
I'm the T-double-O, S-H,
O-R-T
I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is gettin
bank
Gettin head, gettin hella dank
I drop my top when it's hot and
sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain't havin no money
I set trends in
the rap game bitch
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit
I know
you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty
rap
No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick
Put them legs up high
she couldn't handle it
I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your
mother
But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it undercover
Now you're all
grown up, with your partners rappin
But old Short Dawg'll your ass what
happened
To a fake MC, who tried to get with me
I ended his career,
instantly

And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause I
don't stop rappin
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause I
don't stop rappin

Now let's compare the lifestyles, of me and
you
You're phony and I'm all about bein true
You drive a bucket, that you
bought for a G
I ride around snuffin them fo'-eighteens
In the back of a
motherfuckin big ass truck
Jump two rows back and get my dick
sucked
Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and Caddy
Fine lil bitches havin sex with
Daddy
I ain't givin no bitch, no kind of slack
You got one girl then
treat the hoe like a mack
What's yours is hers, she don't trip
Sucker ass
nigga need to check that bitch
But you're so weak, and it shows in your
rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated
by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't stand
it, so whaddayou say
Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin way
But here I am,
workin in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin
slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do
it again

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't
stop rappin
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't
stop rappin

Now ask New York, can Too $hort flow
Ask Detroit, they'll
let them niggaz know
Then ask Philly, can I rap
South side of Chicago,
who's the mack?
I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about
me
Everytime I perform, I make a lot of G's
Cause I'm paid for this
motherfuckin rap shit
Eatin good like a motherfuckin fat bitch
Every
single day at the house what's wrong wichu
Eatin fast food if you only
knew
I understand though, cause I been there befo'
Eat any damn thing and
got nowhere to go
Daydreams, about bein great
It all started back when I
was sellin tapes
in eighty-two eighty-three eighty-fo' on up
Waitin still
waitin just to blow on up
And when it happened, I still had to wait
I
didn't get paid til eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I'm a
true blue West coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the rest
All that
money we makin don't fault the West
Cause we ain't the ones who created
rap
But when we made the shit, we made it fat

And it don't stop, to
the beat y'all
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
And it don't stop, to
the beat y'all
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

BEYOTCH!