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So you motherfuckers thought

I was gonna change my style?

So what are you saying Todd?To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit

Here's another rap that I'm ready to spit

It goes like this, my name is $hort

I'm tearin' shit up like never beforePimp slaps, makin' snaps

Cold cash money and Too $hort raps

Oakland, California that's where I'm from

The city where the boys say you don't want noneBut if you do, I'm gonna tell you this

Trues and vogues ain't really shit

Wanna roll so hard, all of the time

You and that bitch playin' Too $hort rhymesIf you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about that money

But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it doesn't concern me

Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer

To the U.S. economy and a cure for cancer?"I said, what are you doin' in the White House

If you're not sellin' cocaine?

Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game

Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job

She licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cobWhat is life? Life is Too $hort

I play the bitches like it's a sport

Yeah, I'll play the bitches just like y'all

Like Dr. J played basketballYou can call me Too, don't say it twice

You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife

You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely polite

Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight, bitchIt started on a bright morning in 1987

I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen

Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you

You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's trueSo much death in the Oakland streets

Am I gonna live till next week?

Will I get shot by a dope fiend

Tryin' to get high, tryin' to steal my ringI really can't say, 'cause I don't know why

People out here droppin' dead like flies

I used to see a home boy givin' five

Now I say, "Man, you're still alive?"Cold as hell, the town I'm from

Won't last too long when you're fakin' the funk

I'm the master rapper, so unique

Clap my hand when I want my freakYou can't deny it, you know I'm right

I turn any rapper out when I'm on the mic

And I won't kick back, or relax

Till he knows I'm the best at the MC rapTill he knows Too $hort, set the track

They got him caught up in my serious cap

Motherfucker can't spit straight game on the mic

'Cause he's worse than a fag or a Frisco dikeHe's a sucker MC, I call him punk

Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk

You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't listen to me

Think I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you sucker MC's

To the end of the world and push you over

Good luck couldn't find you in a four leaf cloverIf I ever said a rap, tryin' to cap on you

I wouldn't even sweat it 'cause you'll be through

Lookin' so far up, you might fall down

Gettin' clowned by the hound from east OaktownAnd the look in your face when you're lickin' that tooth

Could make a grown man die, laughin' at you

'Cause you're a, no rappin', no rhymin'

Played out fake ass Simple SimonI never understood one word you said

But you're swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em dead

There's only one thing, I wanted to know

Sucker motherfucker, where's the joke?I'm the player of players, just call me Pop

My name is Too $hort, no I don't stop

I just don't stop mackin', don't stop cappin'

Don't stop rappin' now you see what happensYour mind is gone, your crew just cut

Sucker MC I'll tell you what

Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same

And when it comes to game, you are lameNever even heard of Too $hort baby

Hit Oakland in 1980

Singin' mo' raps than a rap could rhyme

Tellin' sucker MC's don't waste my timeThere's a girl I know her name is Betty

Straight to the head just rock it steady

She's so freaky she'll juice you up

All the home boys just can't get enoughShe's a Ph.D., don't even stop

In the back like that goin', top, top, top

I won't say white girl, won't say she's black

She's the kind of girl that make your knees go crackFeel the beat, rock with me

Let me tell you what I be

I'm a MC rapper, a MC rapper

A big bank roller and a cold, cold capperHey baby, I got this rhyme

It's not gonna stop till the end of time

Like rock and roll I'll play that song

To the beat all day and all night longSo liten up, to what I'm sayin'

I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain't playin'

To all the home boys doin' time in the pen

Gonna rock this beat for you once againIf you can't get out and you're mad as hell

Say bitch, now make it sound for real

I'ma tear shit up, if I get the chance

I could give a fuck less if you're hole don't dance

See I'm a big mack now, I'm so great

I was born and raised in the Golden StateCall me T O O, if you say $hort

I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some more

Big bank, now just make me rich

Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me richCheck out my style, baby I don't quit

I heard this freak say, "That's the shit"

He took the cake, fucked the rake

Too $hort baby damn sure ain't fakeBut the sucker MC's are screamin' loud

Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth

How can you talk about me, and call me weak

When your father smokes coke and you mother's a freakSo I keep on rappin', if nothin' else

Keep your jealous thoughts to yourself

Bitch and bitch, he's a MC right

Ain't sayin' nothin' but he's holdin' the mic

Fuck with me, and boy you're doomed

I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a microphone

Like a 357 pointed at your dome

I got cap for cap, you never heard

So fresh again with cusswordsMotherfuckin' shit, fuckin' with me

Fuck a skank bitch and a sucker MC

All you bastards got the claps

And fuck you punk 'cause you still can't rapCusswords, just let 'em know

Motherfuckin' shit, goddamn ass hoe

Cusswords, just don't quit

Motherfuck you damn shithead bitchIt's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop

And it don't stop, and it won't stop, bitch

Check out my style

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