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
Heres another rap that Im ready to spit
It goes like this, my name is $hort
Im tearin shit up like never before
Pimp slaps, makin snaps
Cold cash money and too $hort raps
Oakland, california thats where Im from
The city where the boys say you dont want none
But if you do, Im gonna tell you this
( ) aint really shit
Wanna roll so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch playin too $hort rhymes
If you aks me, what its all about, Ill say its about that money
But if you aks me, could you have some, Ill say it doesnt concern me
Ronald reagan came up to me and said, "do you have the answer
To the united states economy and a cure for cancer? "
I said, what are you doin in the white house if youre not sellin cocaine?
Ask your wife, nancy reagan, I know shell 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 cob
What is life? it is too $hort
I play the bitches like its a sport
Yea, Ill play the bitches just like yall
Like dr. j played basketball
You can call me too, dont say it twice
Youll get me real mad and Ill fuck your wife
You see Im not proper, Im rarely polite
Too $hort, too $hort, dont say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to caddy yall
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 Im tellin you bitch its true
So 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 ring
I really cant say, cause I dont know why
People out here droppin dead like flies
I used to see a home boy givin five
Now I say, "man, you still alive? "
Cold as hell, the town Im from
Wont last too long when youre fakin the funk
Im the master rapper, so unique
Clap my hand when I want my freak
You cant deny it, you know Im right
I turn any rapper out when Im on the mic
And I wont kick back, or relax
Till he knows Im the best at the mc rap
Till he knows too short, set the track
They got him caught up in my serious cap
Motherfucker cant spit straight game on the mic
Cause hes worse than a fag or a frisco dike
Hes a sucker mc, I call him punk
You try to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk
You little punk-ass boy, wouldnt listen to me
Think Im fakin but Im takin all you sucker mcs
To the end of the world and push you over
Good luck couldnt find you in a four leaf clover
If I ever said a rap, tryin to cap on you,
I wouldnt even sweat it cause youll be through
Lookin so far up, you might fall down
Gettin clowned by the hound from east oaktown
And the look in your face when youre lickin that tooth
Could make a grown man die, laughin at you
Cause youre a, no rappin, no rhymin
Played out fake ass simple simon
I never understood one word you said
But youre swearin up and down that youre killin em dead
Theres only one thing, I wanted to know
Sucker motherfucker, wheres the joke?
Im the player of players, just call me pop
My name is too $hort, no I dont stop
I just dont stop mackin, dont stop cappin
Dont stop rappin now you see what happens
Your mind is gone, your crew just cut
Sucker mc Ill tell you what
Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same
And when it comes to game, you are lame
Never even heard of too $hort baby
Hit oakland in 1980
Singin mo raps than a rap could rhyme
Tellin sucker mcs dont waste my time
Theres a girl I know her name is betty
Straight to the head just rock it steady
Shes so freaky shell juice you up
All the home boys just cant get enough
Shes a ph.d., dont even stop
In the back like that goin (top, top, top)
I wont say white girl, wont say shes black
Shes the kind of girl that make your knees go crack
Feel the beat, rock with me
Let me tell you what I be
Im a mc rapper, a mc rapper
A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper
Hey baby, I got this rhyme
Its not gonna stop till the end of time
Like rock and roll Ill play that song
To the beat all day and all night long
So liten up, to what Im sayin
Im a oaktown mack, bitch I aint playin
To all the home boys doin time in the pen
Gonna rock this beat for you once again
If you cant get out and youre mad as hell
Say beeatch, now make it sound for real
Ima tear shit up, if I get the chance
I could give a fuck less if youre hole dont dance
See Im a big mack now, Im so great
I was born and raised in the golden state
Call me t.o.o., if you say $hort
Ima rap my ass off till you give me some more
Big bank, now just make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich
Check out my style, baby I dont quit
I heard this freak say, "thats the shit,
He took the cake, fucked the rake
Too $hort baby damn sure aint fake."
But the sucker mcs 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 mothers a freak
So I keep on rappin, if nothin else
Keep your jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, hes a mc right
Aint sayin nothin but hes holdin the mic
Fuck with me, and boy youre doomed
I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room
Cause Im 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 cusswords
Motherfuckin shit, fuckin with me
Fuck a skank bitch and a sucker mc
Cusswords, just let em know
Motherfuckin shit, God damn ass hoe
Cusswords, just dont quit
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch
Its too $hort, on the mic, and it dont stop
And it dont stop, and it wont stop, beeatch
Check out my style
