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Without a doubt I'm comin' back and if you don't
Call me S I R T O
I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the
I make my own damn beat now all the money is
I carry big fat wives, I treat my girls like
Ask 'em who do they and they all say, "Tide"
I'm just an M.C. rapper and else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by

Could you be like me? I rap my stop rhymes
You will never pause when I say these lines
So go on and on, I'm Sir Too
Just what you've lookin' for
PCP or pure cocaine
DJ universe got you in the game
You make money, hear my rap from to coast
From host to host, I hear the

Too $hort, love the way you hit
to you, keep rhymin' and boy, don't quit
I say, is how it goes when I say my rap
Most times when I wouldn't be like that
'Cause the way I write rhymes you will
keep rappin' to the very end
And if you me fake I'll say, "So what?
I got you and noddin' like you just shot up

So, boy, straightin' up I'm rappin'"
Comin' at you fresh, do you know what
I'm sayin' rhymes messin' with mind
I didn't want your, girl, she really ain't fine
I took her to a motel could've a hotel
It costs me dollars but I did it so well
She had to tell your sister, your sister you
Now the damn town calls me playboy too

I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they don't
I'm lookin' at an empty about to fill it up
I write only the truth, speak to you
So if I tell you to say somethin' then you know to do
I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', never stop
I live in California, drive a top
by the beach, look at the freaks
Jump in my car, I do it every

who know call me Mister $hort
All you be mothers get no child support
I'm Too $hort, baby, gettin'
Get on the mic and say
left to right, right to left
Girl, stealin' your heart is like petty
ten to nine, three to two
I'll be one up on you

nightfall makes the sun go down
Crazy rack laid the beat your life around
From the sea to the the mountains to the sea
All you're gonna do is wanna this beat
It's so rough, so tough when I talk this
When I get on the mic I can't get
I'm the of the season, fresh and decent
All my are smooth and decent

I'm that rapper known to place
For the hardest raps with the hardest
You see I rap all the time, that's the
I walk in the place I just jam the joint
Singin' old Too on the microphone
The so fresh can't leave me alone
You see I rap so I will not shout
I keep comin' so hard I knock you out

If you battle $hort that's the chance you take
So you better fresh and don't be fake
All you weak MC's with your drum beats
all your people you can hang with me
Count one to ten count ten to
And I'll just keep on makin'
is Too $hort, I don't stop
I'm hooked on like a junkie on top

I got to it every day, I won't go broke
Ask me am I rich and say, "No"
I'm homeboy Too $hort back again
Puttin' Oakland on the map, my rap never end
I'd like to send a special thanks to the crew
For believin' in me when thought I was through
I got rhymes, I keep 'em
I'm on the mic, I won't stop till it comes out right

And when it's beatin', I'll say, "Let's roll"
I make another record and buy gold
I rhymin' and I do it by myself
I'm like a one man crew, you see I need help
I get the job done so all you rappers, MC's, rap masters
Give it up that rappin' to me
Realizin' young buck, you can't rock that
I rap on the mic and you'll believe nothin' ain't kickin' the big old C

just one hard rapper spittin' a rap
Not three or four sucka's or a couple of
Like to Mack, I'll cash a check
Walkin' 'round like a fool, up to his rep
I'll tell you life ain't long, you waitin' for?
I you wanted to be like Too $hort