Can`t Stay Away Lyrics

Can`t Stay Away lyrics

Intro:

Yeah thats right baby
You rolling to the sounds of Too
$hort
Album #11 (Just Can't Stay Away)
You knew I couldn't stay away
(can't stay away)
Dedicated to the funk baby
Thats how we do this we been
doing this

Verse One:
So I made a new album
Fresh out of
retirement
I can't stay away I'm ready to ride again
I could do it for
the money I'd rather do it for the fans
Break out my old caddy, I'd knew
he'd understand
See I don't stop rapping, so how could I retire
I had to
re negotate, Cause the stakes were getting higher
Lawsuits and jail,
partnerships fail
Didn't have a drivers lisence, so I was always making
bail
Three years ago I told y'all I'd get my scrill
They gave a nigga
millions with the same shit deal
You know I gotta live so I might as well
learn
I'd be the first motherfucker to tell you I got burned
So I
retired, started all over again
I put the game down like an Oakland pimp
(Oakland pimp)
And now I get payed like the NBA
First class on that
ass,every game we play
Fuck your attitude bitch, you ain't hurting me
I'm
felling to cool, I'm rolling three times *?berkely?*
You can get your ass out
and walk home
I'll find another young broud and get my fuck on
So please
don't trip, in my cadillac bitch
Maybe some other time cause I ain't having
that shit
Right now I'm about to lean to the left
Wipe that frown off
your face bitch I mean what I said
I'm bout to bump this beat, I'm wasting
time talking
Keep fucking with me and they goin find their ass
walking
I'm to the next level, but I keep on rapping
This shit I be doing
just ain't suppose to happen
What you know about the motherfuking east side
connection
Hitting backstreets in my motherfucking oldschool
flexing
Niggas on the eastside we ain't no punks
Made em get four way
stop signs and speedbumps
Always highspeed chasing everyday and
night
They call me $ir Too $hort bitch you better say it right
I had to
look past rap music and R&B
I be a leader and watch this niggas follow
me
I could be 40, album 15 it wouldn't matter
I probably got way more
rhymes then all you rappers
I know i got more songs then you ever made
I
stayed on the charts and I stayed paid
So don't around me bragging about the
shit you achieved
Cause I know excalty what you and me need
To be in two
different places all the time
I ain't concerned with yours so stay the fuck
up out of mine
I own all my shit so you can't destoy it or enjoy
it
unless I say so and motherfuckers better know it
If you living really
good it ain't nuttin but fate
I love to see a new rapper doing something
great
When I hear a funky base line I always pay attention
I spit these
pimp ass rhymes cause hoes love the way
I mention pimp shit all the
time
18 years of making music, I bring square bitches to my house
and
watch her straight get loose wit it
Too $hort baby can't never stop
funking
I've been doing this for years and I got hella songs that
bumping
All you hang around along time, One hit happen
Got no love for
this rap music, you need to stop rapping
I thought you was jealous of my
bitches and cars
But you just mad that your shit ain't hitting like
ours
Thats whats real about this beats I tell all my freaks
At the
studio, bitch don't bother me
Its all about the funk, live bass
Trinity,
infancy JB28 and dump some chords with the vintage key
You hear what I'm
saying, learn from my example
Break out the instruments and stay away from
the samples
Get your publishing for everything you right
Instead of
selling it keep it for the rest of your life
So just take my advice and
don't quit
Cause if you do, you won't get shit,
beyatch

Outro:

$hort Dawg on the motherfucking microphone
spitting that real game
Album # 11, Just can't stay away
Its on, Once
again its on
Too $hort records, in Platinum we trust, believe that