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So you motherfuckers
I was gonna change my
So what are you saying

To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit
Here's another rap that I'm to spit
It like this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin' up like never before

Pimp slaps, snaps
Cold cash and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want

But if you do, I'm gonna tell you
Trues and vogues ain't really
roll so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say about that money
But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it doesn't me
Ronald Reagan up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

I said, what are you in the White House
If not sellin' cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know spit that game
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a job
She licked my dick, up and down, it was corn on the cob

What is life? is Too $hort
I play the bitches like a sport
Yeah, I'll play the bitches just like
Like Dr. J played

You can call me Too, say it twice
get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely
Too $hort, Too $hort, say it tonight, bitch

It on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, the world, I wrote this rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you it's true

So death in the Oakland streets
Am I gonna live next week?
Will I get by a dope fiend
Tryin' to get high, to steal my ring

I really can't say, I don't know why
People out here droppin' dead like
I used to see a boy givin' five
Now I say, "Man, still alive?"

Cold as hell, the town I'm
Won't last too long when you're the funk
I'm the rapper, so unique
Clap my hand when I want my

You can't deny it, you I'm right
I any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I won't kick back, or
Till he knows I'm the at the MC rap

Till he knows Too $hort, set the
got him caught up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't spit straight on the mic
'Cause he's than a fag or a Frisco dike

a sucker MC, I call him punk
Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch that
You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm all you sucker MC's
To the end of the world and push you
Good luck find you in a four leaf clover

If I ever a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it 'cause be through
so far up, you might fall down
Gettin' clowned by the hound from east

And the look in your face when lickin' that tooth
make a grown man die, laughin' at you
'Cause you're a, no rappin', no
Played out fake ass Simon

I never one word you said
But you're swearin' up and down you're killin' 'em dead
There's one thing, I wanted to know
Sucker motherfucker, the joke?

I'm the of players, just call me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I stop
I just don't stop mackin', don't stop
Don't stop rappin' now you see happens

Your mind is gone, your crew cut
Sucker MC I'll tell you
Your are weak, your rap the same
And when it comes to game, you are

Never even heard of Too $hort
Hit in 1980
mo' raps than a rap could rhyme
Tellin' sucker don't waste my time

There's a girl I know her name is
Straight to the head rock it steady
so freaky she'll juice you up
All the boys just can't get enough

a Ph.D., don't even stop
In the back that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, won't say black
She's the kind of girl that make your go crack

Feel the beat, with me
Let me tell you I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank roller and a cold, capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
It's not gonna stop till the end of
Like rock and I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all night

So liten up, to what I'm
I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain't
To all the home boys doin' in the pen
Gonna rock this beat for you again

If you get out and you're mad as hell
Say bitch, now it sound for real
I'ma tear shit up, if I get the
I could give a less if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big now, I'm so great
I was born and raised in the State

me T O O, if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me more
Big bank, now just me rich
Bitch bitch bitch make me rich

Check out my style, baby I quit
I heard this say, "That's the shit"
He the cake, fucked the rake
Too $hort baby sure ain't fake

But the sucker are screamin' loud
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut your
How can you talk me, and call me weak
When your father smokes and you mother's a freak

So I keep on rappin', if else
Keep your thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, he's a MC
sayin' nothin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck with me, and boy doomed
I send a trick with a hoe to the room

'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a
a 357 pointed at your dome
I got cap for cap, you heard
So fresh with cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, with me
Fuck a bitch and a sucker MC
All you bastards got the
And fuck you punk you still can't rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, just quit
Motherfuck you damn shithead

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't
And it don't stop, and it stop, bitch
out my style