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Without a doubt |
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I'm comin' back and if you don't know |
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Call me S |
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I R T double |
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OI like to say these rhymes, |
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I do it all the time |
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I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine |
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I carry big fat wives, |
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I treat my girls like guys |
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Ask 'em who do they love and they all say, "Tide" |
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I'm just an |
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M.C. rapper and nothin' else |
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I keep rhymin' and |
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I do it by myself |
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Could you be like me? |
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I rap my none stop rhymes |
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You will never hear pause when |
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I say these lines |
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So go on and on, |
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I'm Sir Too $hort |
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Just what you've been lookin' for |
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Like PCP or pure cocaine |
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DJ universe got you sprung in the game |
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You make money, hear my rap from coast to coast |
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From host to host, |
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I hear the toast |
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Too $hort, love the way you that hit |
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Here's to you, keep rhymin' and boy, don't quit |
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I say, this is how it goes when |
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I say my rap |
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Most times when |
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I rhyme wouldn't be like that' |
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Cause the way |
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I write rhymes you will comprehend |
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I'll keep rappin' to the very end |
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And if you call me fake |
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I'll say, "So what?I got you standin' and noddin' like you just shot upSo, boy, straightin' up I'm still rappin'" |
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Comin' at you fresh, do you know what happened? |
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I'm sayin' rhymes messin' with your mind |
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I didn't want your, girl, 'cause she really ain't fine |
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I took her to a motel could've been a hotel |
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It costs me twenty dollars but |
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I did it so well |
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She had to tell your sister, your sister told you |
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Now the whole damn town calls me playboy too |
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I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they don't stop |
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I'm lookin' at an empty page about to fill it up |
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I write only the truth, speak only to you |
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So if I tell you to say somethin' then you know what to do |
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I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they never stop |
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I live in |
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California, drive a drop top |
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Roll by the beach, look at the freaks |
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Jump in my car, |
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I do it every week |
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DJ's who know call me |
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Mister $hort |
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All you wanna be mothers get no child support |
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I'm Too $hort, baby, gettin' rich |
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Get on the mic and then say |
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Like left to right, right to left |
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Girl, stealin' your heart is like petty theft |
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Like ten to nine, three to two |
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I'll always be one up on you |
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Like nightfall makes the sun go down |
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Crazy rack laid the beat changed your life around |
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From the sea to the mountains the mountains to the sea |
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All you're gonna do is wanna rock this beat |
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It's so rough, so tough when |
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I talk this stuff |
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When I get on the mic |
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I can't get enough |
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I'm the rapper of the season, fresh and decent |
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All my raps are smooth and decent |
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I'm that rapper known place to place |
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For the hardest raps with the hardest bass |
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You see I rap all the time, that's the point |
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When I walk in the place |
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I just jam the joint |
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Singin' old |
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Too $hort's on the microphone |
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The beat's so fresh can't leave me alone |
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You see I rap so cool |
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I will not shout |
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I keep comin' so hard |
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I might knock you out |
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If you battle with $hort that's the chance you take |
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So you better come fresh and don't be fake |
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All you weak |
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MC's with your weak drum beats |
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Tellin' all your people you can hang with me |
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Count one to ten count ten to twenty |
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And I'll just keep on makin' money |
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Life is Too $hort, |
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I don't stop |
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I'm hooked on money like a junkie on top |
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I got to make it every day, |
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I won't go broke |
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Ask me am |
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I rich and |
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I'll say, "No" |
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I'm your homeboy |
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Too $hort back again |
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Puttin' Oakland on the map, my rap will never end |
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I'd like to send a special thanks to the dangerous crew |
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For believin' in me when they thought |
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I was through |
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I got rhymes, |
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I keep 'em comin' |
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I'm on the mic, |
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I won't stop rappin' till it comes out right |
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And when it's beatin', |
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I'll just say, "Let's roll" |
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I make another record and buy some gold |
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I keep rhymin' and |
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I do it by myself |
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I'm like a one man crew, you see |
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I don't need help |
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I get the job done so all you fake rappers, |
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MC's, rap masters |
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Give it up leave that rappin' to me |
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Realizin' young buck, you can't rock that beat |
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I rap on the mic and you'll believe nothin' ain't kickin' like the big old |
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CIt's just one hard rapper spittin' a rap |
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Not three or four sucka's or a couple of saps |
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Like born to |
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Mack, I'll cash a check |
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Walkin' 'round like a fool, livin' up to his rep |
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I'll tell you life ain't long, what you waitin' for? |
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I thought you wanted to be like |
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Too $hort |
