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

To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit
Here's another rap that I'm to spit
It goes this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up like before

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

But if you do, I'm gonna tell you
and vogues ain't really shit
Wanna 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 about money
But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it doesn't me
Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you the answer
To the U.S. economy and a for cancer?"

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

What is Life is Too $hort
I play the bitches like it's a
Yeah, I'll 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 bright morning in
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named
bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you
You might not my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true

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

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

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

You can't deny it, you know I'm
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
They got him caught up in my cap
can't spit straight game on the mic
'Cause he's worse than a fag or a dike

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

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

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

I never understood one word you
But you're swearin' up and down that you're 'em dead
There's only one thing, I to know
Sucker motherfucker, where's the

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

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

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

There's a girl I know her name is
Straight to the head just rock it
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 like that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, won't say black
She's the kind of that make your knees go crack

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

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

So up, to what I'm sayin'
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 can't get out and you're mad as
Say bitch, now make it sound for
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 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 make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch make me rich

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

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

So I on rappin', if nothin' else
Keep your jealous to yourself
Bitch and bitch, a MC right
Ain't sayin' 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 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 skank and a sucker MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you punk you still can't rap

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

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