Too $hort (too Short) - 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 Jive: get my scrill They gave a n***a millions with the same sh** deal You know I gotta live so I might as well learn I'd be the first motherf**er 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 cla** on that a**,every game we play f** your attitude b**h, you ain't hurting me I'm felling to cool, I'm rolling three times Barkley You can get your a** out and walk home I'll find another young broad and get my f** on So please don't trip, in my cadillac b**h Maybe some other time cause I ain't having that sh** Right now I'm about to lean to the left Wipe that frown off your face b**h I mean what I said I'm bout to bump this beat, I'm wasting time talking Keep f**ing with me and they goin find their a** walking I'm to the next level, but I keep on rapping This sh** I be doing just ain't suppose to happen What you know about the motherfuking east side connection Hitting backstreets in my motherf**ing oldschool flexing n***as 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 b**h you better say it right I had to look past rap music and R&B I be a leader and watch this n***as 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 come around me bragging bout the sh** 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 f** up out of mine I own all my sh** so you can't destoy it or enjoy it Unless I say so and motherf**ers 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 a** rhymes cause hoes love the way I mention pimp sh** all the time 18 years of making music, I bring square b**hes 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 stop rapping I thought you was jealous of my b**hes and cars But you just mad that your sh** ain't hitting like ours I'm so real about these beats, I tell all my freaks At the studio, b**h don't bother me Its all about the funk, live ba** Trinity, MPC, JV-2080, dump some chords with the vintage keys 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 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 sh**, beyatch Outro: $hort Dawg on the motherf**ing 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