Too Short, Mc
Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top, keep what you're doing And you're sure to get dropped a trick, nothings even up my sleeve A million sold and it's hard to believe well it's true homeboy It's not a lie, I used to sell tapes on sunny I used to the 40 bus around the way Me and Fred Benz, slanging all these things, that we did Grab the microphone and start making You fronting Mc, I to cap You make hit records and you can't rap I said it before
I'll say it again you believe me, ask your fans When I into Cali The was packed, Sir Too Short don't stop that rap I rapping my rhymes, all the time, you got no rhymes So you listen to mine I'm not starting a fight, telling it right The damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic His is Too Short, now shut your mouth In '81 I was the house, I'm a hustler, baby, coming up I hustle every day and I sell drugs
I don't run no gangs, don't no dice Gave the same speech to the Oakland Vice But if you keep pushing, like you When they see me on the strip, through I break it down so it'll break your back With the beat so loud playing Too raps That's it, I'm set no need to talk bullshit I need a, Oak town, big time sound just enough beat to get on
So, you other rappers listen to mine, you catch Dog rapping nursery rhymes call my rap trash, jam the junk Put a on the cover, X-rated funk, it's just me You say I won't go far but I stop rapping 'cause I rap so hard From here to New York, to California I bumped your girlfriend, don't say I warn ya All this time you said your hoe you really shouldn't give Baby all that dough she gave it all to me I fuck so good
I on the girls in my neighborhood 'cause when I'm freaky I rap, I spit a rap to a freak, I rarely think about a sucker Mc I go platinum, it's just like slapping 'em, Dog in the house, starting some shit, Mc's rock and Mc's roll But the albums they never go gold When I was young, I I'd be one of the best Every time I made a it came out so fresh I was the King of the Oak town, spitting my
10 years later, ain't nothing changed still the of the bay And I know what say they call me Godfather And call you gay get with it, it's 1990 girlfriend's out there trying to find me She about me, I fucked her best friend I guess she to see if I can do it again You to be like me, so damn bad The impossible dream all you had
If you could rap like me, you wouldn't have the Start rapping quit flapping a chicken wing If could rap like me, say you're so great But when they about you, they say you're so fake And as the days go by, you can't forget, the way I make you trip Mc's like you, seen 'em before, you keep on saying fuck Too Short But I'm a better Mc than you and a damn thing you can do, but trip
On the TV screen, in the when they interview you You just make up things, on an ego trip And you're fronting like you're down, you're not the first real From the Oakland town, just a new Jack, and you can't even rap You wanna trip? Trip on I'm like Mc Lyte checking hoes tonight If you're not a rapper, get off the mic 'cause with a fake Mc A song's never complete you'd learn to rap like me
you want to be like, Too Short Thought you to be like, Too Short
Whenever I rap, you it noise I'm tearing up shit up like The Acorn on 10th street, I got a big freak, until you learn To speak, you're weak 'cause it's the Oak town And all get down to the rhythm of the Too Short funky sound It boom, baseline's on ya Crew from Oakland, California Just don't 'cause Short Dog is hard, if you answer my rap
I your ass apart just like this, it lasts forever You make a song and I one better You say I cuss, I say you're Your eyes pop open paper plates, you fronting Mc, I hate to cap I make hit records with the vicious raps, I said it before, I'll say it The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans like titties
Can you feel 'em? How can a rapper get with a real one? Shit, I'm rapping man I like you like the Klu Klan Mc's want to front on me? My posse got a real Mc, Too Short and it don't And it stop, and it won't stop 'cause I'm Too Short baby On the microphone and I'm
Thought you want to be like, Too Thought you want to be like, Too Thought you want to be like, Too Thought you to be like, Too Short
Now back to the subject, my boy Mc you say You can't rap like me, like me make real hits Rappers you talk bullshit, I told my boys there's a new Funky drummer in town, you're trying to be James Brown If I couldn't be me, who would I be? I damn sure be A Mc 'cause I'm not like you, my game is true
I pimped these hoes and I pimped you, Too I'm boss And makes the rules, you disobey and you be a fool One, remember how it all began don't guess, the answer is Two, you'd better learn to rap like me or you to be a fake Mc Three, talk down on a player I wouldn't care if you was Fred Last but not least, number don't ever mess with Too Short, bitch
Thought you to be like, Too Short Thought you to be like, Too Short