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So you motherfuckers
I was gonna change my
So what are you Todd?

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

slaps, makin' snaps
Cold money and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm
The city where the boys say you don't none

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

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say about that money
But if you ask me, you have some, I'll 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, what are you in the White House
If you're not cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll 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? Life is Too
I the bitches like it's a sport
Yeah, play the bitches just like y'all
Dr. J played basketball

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

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

So much death in the 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 home boy givin'
Now I say, "Man, you're alive?"

Cold as hell, the I'm from
last too long when you're fakin' the funk
I'm the rapper, so unique
Clap my hand I want my freak

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

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

He's a sucker MC, I him punk
Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch that
You punk-ass boy, wouldn't 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 a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it 'cause you'll be
Lookin' so far up, you fall down
Gettin' clowned by the hound from Oaktown

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

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

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

even heard of Too $hort baby
Hit in 1980
Singin' mo' raps than a rap rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's 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

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

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 this
It's not gonna stop the end of time
Like rock and roll I'll play song
To the beat all day and all night

So liten up, to what I'm
I'm a mack, bitch I ain't playin'
To all the home doin' time in the pen
Gonna rock beat for you once 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 some
Big bank, now just make me
Bitch bitch bitch make me rich

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

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

So I keep on rappin', if else
Keep jealous thoughts to yourself
and bitch, he's a MC right
Ain't sayin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck with me, and boy you're
I send a trick 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 never
So again with cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' me
Fuck a bitch and a sucker MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you 'cause you still can't rap

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

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