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Don't Stop Rappin'

Too Short

Greatest Hits, Vol. 1: The Player Years, 1983-1988

1993

was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's

me
I heard crabs from the ocean, real Crip niggas from the sea

I gotta make it to heaven, I've been goin' through hell
Carbon rifle by my Bible,

on exotic to help me meditate like it's no tomorrow
Making great moves to elevate like it's no tomorrow
Walk in the strip club & throw some cash like it's no

but it's street gossip
It's nothin', ain't 'bout no cash and hung up the phone
He can tell by the sound of his tone
Next time he see him, it might

night’s canceled
In the casino, try make my dough all back
Dressed in all black, feeling Johnny Cash
Toot my own brass
I have no dishonest past
Keep

to really know I was fly, jeez
Post up old pics on ig
Then sign me
My dead body
Even when dead, lot of money to make off me
That's why I gotta live, so

So you can numb all the pain 
Say maybe this will do it help me clear up the rain
But it don't
You just become mundane
Full of shame 
All because

I do
Or whatever I've done
You still love me
Your grace is far more than beyond
And now I see
My old life
Has blinded me
Don't wanna live in the past

Fidel Castro
I'm CIA
Leave them all dead at the bay
Project Johnny Roselli
US backed mafiosi

You be talking to me, homie
Got me messed up
You be talking

floats, now Christmas is gone so
Winter coats you can leave them in the closet
This a spring song, and ya gonna love it
Doesn't last long like a Johnny Cash

accounts for the cash flow
Other kill account fir the fashion 
I was in the wraith all month and the Aston 
Loss lips sink ships tell me who your captain 
I

no pedigree
Show me someone better, I'm sick of scribbling elegies
Ella Janes and hella queens
I married Jane and Johnny stole my doe and my identity

Chorus
Played me like a fiddle hearin figaros

Stacking all of this cash but aint comin off tha floor
Where da hell da strippers they suppose be

Yeah, they know I get money the way that I walk
I'm smokin' on backwards, it's makin' me cough
They know Johnny Rogers, yeah, he takin' off

I got

your bets soak that ass like tea leaves
Washed by the storm hurricane San's deadly
Check me I steadily grow with every medley
Use to push a Chevy Caprice

by a friend ‘cause he said he thought it might help!

And I believe in 21-pound notes
and there’s a one-way tube to John O’ Groats.
And I believe

pressed, swear im better by myself
Imma get into that bag i dont need nobody help
Swear to god i'll never stop until that grammy on my shelf
Swear to god it

there trying to help me out of the mud
Me and your grand kids would die to put a smile on your face
Me and your grand kids we thank you for your love

and Gloom
While the skies are blue
I want to be with you
Summer gloom
And help you trough
The rough times
Drinks at the bar you were making me laugh
When you

That's why me a go and live it up, go and live it up, yeah, that's why me a go and live
It up, go and live it up, yeah, in the sky, yeah, I'm soaring

Encrypted for centuries
My prewritten destiny has been scripted ahead of me
Directed by heaven
Made a fallen star like a meteor
Ladies and gentlemen

So just put in some overtime and cash your check
And tell me it's okay and that I'm good on my debt
I know we gotta pay for this we gotta pay
but if we

when I'm driving
Pussy with me got low mileage
Dripping like I got a stylist
Nigga you know what the time is
I'm a fascist I'm a tyrant
Big Johnny

Pull up saucin, spitting game in her ear
Get her weak in the knees, had to sit her in chair
They always love a rebel, get cash like Johnny
Wants