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So you thought
I was change my style?
So are you saying Todd?

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

slaps, makin' snaps
Cold money and Too $hort raps
Oakland, that's 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 really shit
roll so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch playin' Too $hort

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

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

is life? Life is Too $hort
I play the bitches like it's a
Yeah, play the bitches just like y'all
Like Dr. J played

You can me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me 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 gettin' sucked by a bitch Helen
bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm you bitch it's true

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

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

Cold as hell, the town I'm
Won't last too long when fakin' the funk
I'm the master rapper, so
Clap my hand I want my freak

You can't it, you know I'm right
I turn any 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 Too $hort, set the track
got him caught up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't spit game on the mic
'Cause worse than a fag or a Frisco dike

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

If I ever said a rap, to cap on you
I even sweat it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might fall
clowned by the hound from east Oaktown

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

I never understood one you said
But you're swearin' up and down you're killin' 'em dead
There's only one thing, I 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 stop mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't stop rappin' now you see happens

Your is gone, your crew just cut
Sucker MC tell you what
rhymes are weak, your rap the same
And it comes to game, you are lame

Never even of Too $hort baby
Hit Oakland in
mo' raps than a rap could rhyme
Tellin' MC's don't waste my time

a girl I know her name is Betty
Straight to the head just it steady
She's so freaky she'll you up
All the home boys just 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 she's
She's the kind of girl that make knees go crack

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

Hey baby, I got this
It's not gonna stop the end of time
Like rock and roll I'll that song
To the beat all day and all long

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

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

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off you give me some more
Big bank, now make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch make me rich

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

But the sucker MC's are loud
Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth
How can you about me, and call me weak
When father smokes coke and you mother's a freak

So I on rappin', if nothin' 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 a trick with a hoe to the motel room

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

Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' me
a skank bitch and a sucker MC
All you bastards got the
And you punk 'cause you still can't rap

Cusswords, just let 'em
Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe
Cusswords, just don't
Motherfuck you shithead bitch

Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop
And it stop, and it won't stop, bitch
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