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

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

Pimp slaps, snaps
Cold cash money and Too $hort
Oakland, that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you want none

But if you do, I'm gonna you this
Trues and vogues really shit
roll so hard, all of the time
You and that playin' Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's that money
But if you ask me, you have some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
Ronald Reagan up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. economy and a 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 me a blow job
She my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob

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

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

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

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

I really can't say, 'cause I don't why
People out here droppin' like flies
I to see a home boy givin' five
Now I say, "Man, you're alive?"

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

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

Till he knows Too $hort, set the
They got him 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, wouldn't to me
Think I'm but I'm takin' all you sucker MC's
To the end of the and push you over
luck couldn't find you in a four leaf clover

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

And the look in your face when you're lickin' that
Could make a grown man die, at you
you're 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 one thing, I wanted to know
motherfucker, where's the joke?

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

Your is gone, your crew just 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 baby
Hit Oakland in
mo' raps than a rap could rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's waste my time

There's a girl I her name is Betty
Straight to the head just it steady
She's so freaky she'll you up
All the home boys just can't get

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

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

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

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

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

Call me T O O, if you say
rap my ass off till you give me some more
Big bank, now just make me
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 damn ain't fake

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

So I keep on rappin', if nothin'
Keep your thoughts to yourself
and bitch, he's a MC right
Ain't nothin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck with me, and boy you're
I send a with a hoe to the motel room

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

shit, fuckin' with me
Fuck a skank and a sucker MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you punk 'cause you can't rap

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

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