Intro:
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Yeah thats right baby
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You rolling to the sounds of Too $hort
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Album #11 (Just Can't Stay Away)
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You knew I couldn't stay away (can't stay away)
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Dedicated to the funk baby
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Thats how we do this, we been doing this
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Verse One:
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So I made a new album
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Fresh out of retirement
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I can't stay away, I'm ready to ride again
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I could do it for the money, I'd rather do it for the fans
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Break out my old caddy, I'd knew he'd understand
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See I don't stop rapping, so how could I retire
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I had to re negotate, Cause the stakes were getting higher
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Lawsuits and jail, partnerships fail
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Didn't have a drivers lisence, so I was always making bail
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Three years ago I told Jive: get my scrill
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They gave a nigga millions with the same shit deal
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You know I gotta live so I might as well learn
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I'd be the first motherfucker to tell you I got burned
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So I retired, started all over again
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I put the game down like an Oakland pimp (Oakland pimp)
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And now I get payed like the NBA
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First class on that ass,every game we play
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Fuck your attitude bitch, you ain't hurting me
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I'm felling to cool, I'm rolling three times Barkley
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You can get your ass out and walk home
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I'll find another young broad and get my fuck on
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So please don't trip, in my cadillac bitch
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Maybe some other time cause I ain't having that shit
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Right now I'm about to lean to the left
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Wipe that frown off your face bitch I mean what I said
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I'm bout to bump this beat, I'm wasting time talking
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Keep fucking with me and they goin find their ass walking
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I'm to the next level, but I keep on rapping
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This shit I be doing just ain't suppose to happen
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What you know about the motherfuking east side connection
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Hitting backstreets in my motherfucking oldschool flexing
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Niggas on the eastside we ain't no punks
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Made em get four way stop signs and speedbumps
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Always highspeed chasing everyday and night
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They call me $ir Too $hort bitch you better say it right
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I had to look past rap music and R&B
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I be a leader and watch this niggas follow me
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I could be 40, album 15 it wouldn't matter
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I probably got way more rhymes then all you rappers
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I know i got more songs then you ever made
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I stayed on the charts and I stayed paid
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So don't come around me bragging bout the shit you achieved
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Cause I know excalty what you and me need
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To be in two different places all the time
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I ain't concerned with yours so stay the fuck up out of mine
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I own all my shit so you can't destoy it or enjoy it
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unless I say so and motherfuckers better know it
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If you living really good it ain't nuttin but fate
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I love to see a new rapper doing something great
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When I hear a funky base line I always pay attention
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I spit these pimp ass rhymes cause hoes love the way
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I mention pimp shit all the time
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18 years of making music, I bring square bitches to my house
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and watch her straight get loose wit it
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Too $hort baby can't never stop funking
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I've been doing this for years and I got hella songs that bumping
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All you hang-around-a-long-time, one-hit-havin
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Got no love for this rap music, you need to stop rapping
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I thought you was jealous of my bitches and cars
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But you just mad that your shit ain't hitting like ours
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I'm so real about these beats, I tell all my freaks
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At the studio, bitch don't bother me
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Its all about the funk, live bass
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Trinity, MPC, JV-2080, dump some chords with the vintage keys
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You hear what I'm saying, learn from my example
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Break out the instruments and stay away from the samples
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Get your publishing for everything you write
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Instead of selling it keep it for the rest of your life
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So just take my advice and don't quit
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Cause if you do, you won't get shit, beyatch
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Outro:
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$hort Dawg on the motherfucking microphone spitting that real game
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Album # 11, Just can't stay away
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Its on, Once again its on
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Too $hort records, in Platinum we trust, believe that
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Can't Stay Away (Can't Stay Away )
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Too Short |