作词 : L. Turner/T. Shaw/C. Dorsey 作曲 : L. Turner/T. Shaw/C. Dorsey [Too $hort] I'm tryin' to do a show, I don't even know Most of these *******z, I came with some hoes Hell nah they don't know me, askin' is he with us Back in the day groupies was always ******* Just throw 'em all 'cause you can't warn 'em Why you wanna be on stage with me? You ain't performin' I don't come to your job, tryin' to flip your burgers I can handle this crowd, I don't need your service You wanna be my dancer, you must be trippin' If you ain't got big *******, why you up here strippin'? You better take that ************t back where you came from Throw it up *******... go 'head, bang on me Just get off the stage [Chorus] Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage [Too $hort] You wanna hug me, and take pictures Talkin' bout you love me, I like ******* You jumpin' round like we rehearsed this When I called the girls to the stage you was the first ************ All in my ear, askin' bout a after party I'm tryin' to do a show man, back up off me Security shouldn't even get paid I watched 'em push the ladies back and let these *******z on the stage They'll tell you tomorrow, exactly how it happened They was all on stage with me, while I was rappin' Gave me women and ******, then we dipped to the pad But all that really happened was they made me look bad Get off the stage ************ [Chorus] Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage [Too $hort] When all the rappers come to town you wanna stand next to 'em What you swingin' on his nuts for man, what you doin'? Go back in the crowd, and stand with your homies I got *******z out there and damn you don't even know me At first, you was just chillin' on the side Now you next to me, you must be feelin' alright I don't lip sing, everything I do is live Your name is Too $hort? Then mother******* who am I? Why you celebratin'? Raisin' both your arms You gon' help later? You ain't makin' no songs You ain't the manager, on the turntables You don't dance for the group and you don't work for the label Get off the ******' stage ************ [Chorus] Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage
作词 : L. Turner/T. Shaw/C. Dorsey 作曲 : L. Turner/T. Shaw/C. Dorsey [Too $hort] I'm tryin' to do a show, I don't even know Most of these *******z, I came with some hoes Hell nah they don't know me, askin' is he with us Back in the day groupies was always ******* Just throw 'em all 'cause you can't warn 'em Why you wanna be on stage with me? You ain't performin' I don't come to your job, tryin' to flip your burgers I can handle this crowd, I don't need your service You wanna be my dancer, you must be trippin' If you ain't got big *******, why you up here strippin'? You better take that ************t back where you came from Throw it up *******... go 'head, bang on me Just get off the stage [Chorus] Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage [Too $hort] You wanna hug me, and take pictures Talkin' bout you love me, I like ******* You jumpin' round like we rehearsed this When I called the girls to the stage you was the first ************ All in my ear, askin' bout a after party I'm tryin' to do a show man, back up off me Security shouldn't even get paid I watched 'em push the ladies back and let these *******z on the stage They'll tell you tomorrow, exactly how it happened They was all on stage with me, while I was rappin' Gave me women and ******, then we dipped to the pad But all that really happened was they made me look bad Get off the stage ************ [Chorus] Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage [Too $hort] When all the rappers come to town you wanna stand next to 'em What you swingin' on his nuts for man, what you doin'? Go back in the crowd, and stand with your homies I got *******z out there and damn you don't even know me At first, you was just chillin' on the side Now you next to me, you must be feelin' alright I don't lip sing, everything I do is live Your name is Too $hort? Then mother******* who am I? Why you celebratin'? Raisin' both your arms You gon' help later? You ain't makin' no songs You ain't the manager, on the turntables You don't dance for the group and you don't work for the label Get off the ******' stage ************ [Chorus] Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage ************... Get off the stage
