Can't Stay Away

Yeah that's right baby
You rolling to the sounds of Too Short
Album number 11 (just can't stay away)
You knew I couldn't stay away (can't stay away)
Dedicated to the funk baby
That's how we do this, we been doing this

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-negotiate, 'cause the stakes were getting higher
Lawsuits and jail, partnerships fail
Didn't have a driver's license, so I was always making bail

Three years ago I told Jive, 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 feeling to cool, I'm rolling three times Barkley
You can get your ass out and walk home
I'll find another young broad 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 gon' 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 old-school flexing
Niggas on the eastside we ain't no punks
Made 'em get four way stop signs and speed bumps
Always high-speed chasing every day and night
They call me sir Too Short 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 than you ever made
I stayed on the charts and I stayed paid

So don't come around me bragging 'bout the shit you achieved
'Cause I know exactly 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 destroy it or enjoy it
Unless I say so and motherfuckers better know it

If you living really good it ain't nothin' 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 take a 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-a-long-time, one-hit-havin'
Got no love for this rap music, you need to quit rapping
I thought you was jealous of my bitches and cars
But you just mad that your shit ain't hittin' like ours

I'm so real about these beats, I tell all my freaks
When I'm at the studio, bitch don't bother me
It's all about the funk, live bass
Trinity, MPC, JV-2080, dump some chords with the vintage keys
You hear what I'm saying, you can learn from my example
Break out the instruments and stay away from the samples

Get your publishing for everything you write
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

Short dawg on the motherfucking microphone spitting that real game (I just can't stay away)
Album number 11, I just can't stay away baby (I just can't stay away)
It's on, once again it's on
Too Short records, in Platinum we trust, believe that