Song | Paystyle |
Artist | Too Short |
Album | Cocktails |
作词 : Pee Wee, Shaw, Shorty B. | |
Aww hell, nah nigga | |
We ain't doin' no freestyles | |
Don't even know how to do that shit | |
Yeah, whatever | |
Check it out man, check this one out | |
I been rappin' for half my life | |
I'm twenty-eight now, sayin' pass the mic | |
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool | |
I was born on the mic before you went to school | |
Talkin' 'bout pimp shit, you know whassup | |
I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff | |
Now you're flowin' like your name is | |
WaterBut I'm ten years older and my game is harder | |
I'm not tryin' to say you're out there dissin' | |
I'm just tryin' to say lil' nigga listen | |
Before you grab the mic and act wild | |
Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin' style | |
And it's all from head, passin' round the mic | |
Never even care who you sounded like | |
Sound like | |
Snoop Dogg, then you switched to | |
TreachBit the | |
Pharcyde then | |
A Tribe Called | |
QuestAnd you gots no respect for me, is that right? | |
Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight | |
And keep rappin', | |
I'm floatin' past all the stops | |
In a clean ass | |
Benz I have all the props | |
Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my | |
VisaI heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser | |
And a Too $hort fan, faithfully | |
When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me | |
To the beat y'all and it don't stop | |
It goes on 'cause | |
I don't stop rappin' | |
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop | |
It goes on 'cause | |
I don't stop rappin' | |
Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga named $hort | |
Rappers always talk about the way | |
I can't flow | |
But let me hit the mall with the same | |
MC'sI be signin' autographs, spend a gang of | |
G'sWhile you walkin' round broke, nobody knows ya | |
Lookin' like you smoked a whole sack of doja | |
Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars | |
Standin' in a circle with some wannabe stars | |
Freestylin', but you ain't original, no | |
You just shootin' everything and you pimpin' hoes | |
And to think you could hang with me | |
I never would spit this game for free | |
I'm the T double | |
O, S H O R | |
T, I rock all stages and any parties | |
Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin' head, gettin' hella dank | |
I drop my top when it's hot and sunny | |
So how you talk shit when you ain't havin' no money | |
I set trends in the rap game bitch | |
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit | |
I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap | |
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap | |
No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick | |
Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it | |
I'm not a no good punk, | |
I coulda macked your mother | |
But Life is | |
Too $hort, so | |
I kept it undercover | |
Now you're all grown up, with your partners rappin' | |
But old Short | |
Dawg'll your ass what happened | |
To a fake | |
MC, who tried to get with me | |
I ended his career, instantly | |
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all | |
It goes on 'cause | |
I don't stop rappin' | |
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all | |
It goes on 'cause | |
I don't stop rappin' | |
Now let's compare the lifestyles, of me and you | |
You're phony and | |
I'm all about bein' true | |
You drive a bucket, that you bought for a | |
GI ride around snuffin' them fo'-eighteens | |
In the back of a motherfuckin' big ass truck | |
Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked | |
Benzos, Lexus, | |
Rolex and | |
CaddyFine lil' bitches havin' sex with | |
DaddyI ain't givin' no bitch, no kind of slack | |
You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack | |
What's yours is hers, she don't trip | |
Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitch | |
But you're so weak and it shows in your rap | |
I'm out here, gettin' hoes livin' fat | |
While you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama | |
I bought my mother a house in | |
AtlantaAnd you can't stand it, so what do you say | |
Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin' way | |
But here I am, workin' in the studio | |
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow | |
By the time you make one | |
I'll be on ten | |
Hit the studio nigga and do it again | |
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop | |
It goes on 'cause | |
I don't stop rappin' | |
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop | |
It goes on 'cause | |
I don't stop rappin' | |
Now ask New | |
York, can | |
Too $hort flow? | |
Ask Detroit, they'll let them niggaz know | |
Then ask Philly, can | |
I rap?South side of | |
Chicago, who's the mack? | |
I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me | |
Every time | |
I perform, | |
I make a lot of | |
G's'Cause | |
I'm paid for this motherfuckin' rap shit | |
Eatin' good like a motherfuckin' fat bitch | |
Every single day at the house, what's wrong wichu? | |
Eatin' fast food if you only knew | |
I understand though, 'cause | |
I been there befo' | |
Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go | |
Daydreams, about bein' great | |
It all started back when | |
I was sellin' tapesin eighty-two, eighty-three eighty-fo' on up | |
Waitin' still waitin' just to blow on up | |
And when it happened, | |
I still had to wait | |
I didn't get paid till eighty-eight | |
I made nine albums in nine years | |
I'm a true blue | |
West Coast pioneer | |
Dr. Dre, Ice- | |
T, and all the rest | |
All that money we makin' don't fault the | |
West'Cause we ain't the ones who created rap | |
But when we made the shit, we made it fat | |
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all | |
It goes on 'cause | |
I don't stop rappin' | |
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all | |
It goes on 'cause | |
I don't stop rappin' | |
Beyotch |
zuò cí : Pee Wee, Shaw, Shorty B. | |
Aww hell, nah nigga | |
We ain' t doin' no freestyles | |
Don' t even know how to do that shit | |
Yeah, whatever | |
Check it out man, check this one out | |
I been rappin' for half my life | |
I' m twentyeight now, sayin' pass the mic | |
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool | |
I was born on the mic before you went to school | |
Talkin' ' bout pimp shit, you know whassup | |
I wonder if you mom' ll let you play that stuff | |
Now you' re flowin' like your name is | |
WaterBut I' m ten years older and my game is harder | |
I' m not tryin' to say you' re out there dissin' | |
I' m just tryin' to say lil' nigga listen | |
Before you grab the mic and act wild | |
Bitin' on the next nigga' s mackin' style | |
And it' s all from head, passin' round the mic | |
Never even care who you sounded like | |
Sound like | |
Snoop Dogg, then you switched to | |
TreachBit the | |
Pharcyde then | |
A Tribe Called | |
QuestAnd you gots no respect for me, is that right? | |
Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight | |
And keep rappin', | |
I' m floatin' past all the stops | |
In a clean ass | |
Benz I have all the props | |
Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my | |
VisaI heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser | |
And a Too hort fan, faithfully | |
When I came to your town she couldn' t wait to see me | |
To the beat y' all and it don' t stop | |
It goes on ' cause | |
I don' t stop rappin' | |
To the beat y' all, and it don' t stop | |
It goes on ' cause | |
I don' t stop rappin' | |
Let me tell you somethin' ' bout a nigga named hort | |
Rappers always talk about the way | |
I can' t flow | |
But let me hit the mall with the same | |
MC' sI be signin' autographs, spend a gang of | |
G' sWhile you walkin' round broke, nobody knows ya | |
Lookin' like you smoked a whole sack of doja | |
Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars | |
Standin' in a circle with some wannabe stars | |
Freestylin', but you ain' t original, no | |
You just shootin' everything and you pimpin' hoes | |
And to think you could hang with me | |
I never would spit this game for free | |
I' m the T double | |
O, S H O R | |
T, I rock all stages and any parties | |
Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin' head, gettin' hella dank | |
I drop my top when it' s hot and sunny | |
So how you talk shit when you ain' t havin' no money | |
I set trends in the rap game bitch | |
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit | |
I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap | |
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap | |
No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick | |
Put them legs up high she couldn' t handle it | |
I' m not a no good punk, | |
I coulda macked your mother | |
But Life is | |
Too hort, so | |
I kept it undercover | |
Now you' re all grown up, with your partners rappin' | |
But old Short | |
Dawg' ll your ass what happened | |
To a fake | |
MC, who tried to get with me | |
I ended his career, instantly | |
And it don' t stop, to the beat y' all | |
It goes on ' cause | |
I don' t stop rappin' | |
And it don' t stop, to the beat y' all | |
It goes on ' cause | |
I don' t stop rappin' | |
Now let' s compare the lifestyles, of me and you | |
You' re phony and | |
I' m all about bein' true | |
You drive a bucket, that you bought for a | |
GI ride around snuffin' them fo' eighteens | |
In the back of a motherfuckin' big ass truck | |
Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked | |
Benzos, Lexus, | |
Rolex and | |
CaddyFine lil' bitches havin' sex with | |
DaddyI ain' t givin' no bitch, no kind of slack | |
You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack | |
What' s yours is hers, she don' t trip | |
Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitch | |
But you' re so weak and it shows in your rap | |
I' m out here, gettin' hoes livin' fat | |
While you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama | |
I bought my mother a house in | |
AtlantaAnd you can' t stand it, so what do you say | |
Too hort can' t rap, no fuckin' way | |
But here I am, workin' in the studio | |
And your album ain' t out because you' re movin' slow | |
By the time you make one | |
I' ll be on ten | |
Hit the studio nigga and do it again | |
To the beat y' all, and it don' t stop | |
It goes on ' cause | |
I don' t stop rappin' | |
To the beat y' all, and it don' t stop | |
It goes on ' cause | |
I don' t stop rappin' | |
Now ask New | |
York, can | |
Too hort flow? | |
Ask Detroit, they' ll let them niggaz know | |
Then ask Philly, can | |
I rap? South side of | |
Chicago, who' s the mack? | |
I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me | |
Every time | |
I perform, | |
I make a lot of | |
G' s' Cause | |
I' m paid for this motherfuckin' rap shit | |
Eatin' good like a motherfuckin' fat bitch | |
Every single day at the house, what' s wrong wichu? | |
Eatin' fast food if you only knew | |
I understand though, ' cause | |
I been there befo' | |
Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go | |
Daydreams, about bein' great | |
It all started back when | |
I was sellin' tapesin eightytwo, eightythree eightyfo' on up | |
Waitin' still waitin' just to blow on up | |
And when it happened, | |
I still had to wait | |
I didn' t get paid till eightyeight | |
I made nine albums in nine years | |
I' m a true blue | |
West Coast pioneer | |
Dr. Dre, Ice | |
T, and all the rest | |
All that money we makin' don' t fault the | |
West' Cause we ain' t the ones who created rap | |
But when we made the shit, we made it fat | |
And it don' t stop, to the beat y' all | |
It goes on ' cause | |
I don' t stop rappin' | |
And it don' t stop, to the beat y' all | |
It goes on ' cause | |
I don' t stop rappin' | |
Beyotch |