want to roll so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch playin Too $hort rhymes
If you aks me, what it's all about,
I'll say it's about that money
But if you aks me, could you have some,
I'll say it doesn't concern me
Ronald Reagan came up to me and said,
To the United States economy
I said, what are you doin in the White
House if you're not sellin cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan,
I know she'll spit that game.
Like one night, she came to my house,
She licked my dick, up and down,
like it was corn on the cob
What is life? It is Too $hort
I play the bitches like it's a sport
Yea, I'll play the bitches just like y'all
Like Dr. J played basketball
You can call me Too, don't say it twice
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,
I was in my drop-to Caddy Caddy y'all
Nasty bitches, around the world,
I wrote this rhyme for you
You might not like my rap,
but I'm tellin you bitch it's true
So much death in the Oakland streets
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
People out here droppin dead like flies
I used to see a home boy givin five
Now I say, "Man, you still alive?"
Cold as hell, the town I'm from
I'm the master rapper, so unique
Clap my hand when I want my freak
You can't deny it, you know I'm right
I turn any rapper out when
And I won't kick back, or relax
Till he knows I'm the best at the MC rap
Till he knows Too Short, set the track
They got him caught up in
He's a sucker MC, I call him punk
You try to spit that rap,
you can scratch that junk
You little punk-ass boy, boy,
takin all you sucker MC's
you in a four leaf clover
If I ever said a rap, tryin to cap on you,
Lookin so far up, you might fall down
Gettin clowned by the hound
And the look in your face when
Could make a grown man die,
Cause you're a, no rappin,
Played out fake ass simple simon
I never understood one word you said
But you're swearin up and down
that you're killin em dead
There's only one thing, I wanted to know
I'm the player of players, just call me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I don't stop
I just don't stop mackin,
Your mind is gone, your crew just cut
Sucker MC I'll tell you what
And when it comes to game,
Never even heard of Too $hort baby
Singin mo raps than a rap could rhyme
There's a girl I know her name is Betty
Straight to the head just
She's so freaky she'll juice you up
All the home boys just can't
She's a Ph.D., don't even stop
In the back like that goin (top, top, top)
She's the kind of girl that
Feel the beat, rock with me
Let me tell you what I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC rapper
A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper
Hey baby, I got this rhyme
It's not gonna stop till the end of time
Like rock and roll I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all night long
So liten up, to what I'm sayin
To all the home boys doin
Gonna rock this beat for you once again
I'ma tear shit up, if I get the chance
I could give a fuck less if
See I'm a big mack now, I'm so great
Call me T.O.O., if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off till you
Big bank, now just make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich
Check out my style, baby I don't quit
He took the cake, fucked the rake
Sayin Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth
How can you talk about me,
When your father smokes coke
So I keep on rappin, if nothin else
Keep your jealous thoughts
Bitch and Bitch, he's a MC right
I send a trick with a hoe
Like a .357 pointed at your dome
I got cap for cap, you never heard
Motherfuckin shit, fuckin with me
Fuck a skank bitch and a sucker MC
Cusswords, just don't quit
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch
It's Too $hort, on the mic,
and it don't stop, an d it won't stop,
