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