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Too $hort, mc |
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Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top |
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Keep doing what you're doing and you're sure to get dropped |
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Like a trick, nothing's even up my sleeve |
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A million albums sold and it's hard to believe |
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Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie |
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I used to sell tapes on sunnyside |
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I used to catch the 40 bus around the way |
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Me and fred benz, slanging tapes |
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All these things, that we did |
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Grab the microphone and start screaming "bitch!" |
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You fronting mc, i hate to cap |
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You make hit records and you still can't rap |
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I said it before, i'll say it again |
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You don't belive me, ask your fans |
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When i walked into cali, the place was packed |
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Sir too $hort "don't stop that rap" |
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I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time |
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You got no rhymes, so you listen to mine |
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I'm not starting a fight, just telling it right |
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The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic |
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His name is too $hort, now shut your mouth |
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In '81 i was rocking the house |
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I'm a hustler, baby, coming up |
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I hustle every day and i don't sell drugs |
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I don't run no gangs, don't shoot no dice |
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Gave the same damn speech to the oakland vice |
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But if you keep pushing, just like you |
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When they see me on the strip, coming through |
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I break it down so vicious it'll break your back |
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With the beat so loud playing too $hort raps |
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That's it, i'm set |
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No need to talk that bullshit |
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I need a, oaktown, big time sound |
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Just enough beat to get on down |
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So, you other rappers listen to mine |
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You wouldn't catch short dog rapping nursery rhymes |
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Call my rap trash, jam the junk |
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Put a sticker on the cover: "x-rated funk" |
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It's just me, you say i won't go far |
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But i won't stop rapping cause i rap so hard |
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>from here to new york, back to california |
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I bumped your girlfriend, don't say i didn't warn ya |
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All this time you said she's your ho |
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You really shouldn't give baby all that dough |
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She gave it all to me cause i fuck so good |
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I practice on the girls in my neighborhood |
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Cause when i'm freaky i rap, i spit a rap to a freak |
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I rarely ever think about a sucker mc |
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I go platinum, it's just like slapping 'em, bitch |
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Short dog in the house, starting some shit |
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Mc's rock and mc's roll |
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But the albums they make never go gold |
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When i was young, i knew i'd be one of the best |
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Every time i made a song it came out so fresh |
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I was the king of the oaktown, spitting my game |
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10 years later, ain't nothing changed |
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Still the boss of the bay, and i know what they say |
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They call me "godfather" and they call you "gay" |
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Bitch! it's 1990 |
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Your girlfriend's out there trying to find me |
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She heard about me, i fucked her best friend |
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I guess she wants to see if i can do it again |
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You want to be like me, so damn bad |
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The impossible dream all you mc's had |
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If you could rap like me, you wouldn't have the dream |
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Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken wing |
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If could rap like me, they say you're so great |
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But when they talk about you, they say you're so fake |
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And as the days go by, you can't forget |
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The way i make you feel like shit |
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Mc's like you, i've seen 'em before |
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You keep on saying "fuck too $hort" |
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But i'm a better mc than you |
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And ain't a damn thing you can do, but bitch |
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On the tv screen, in the magazines |
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When they interview you, you just make up things |
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You're on an ego trip and you're fronting like you're down |
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You're not the first real rapper from the oakland town |
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You're just a new jack, and you can't even rap |
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You wanna trip? trip on that |
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I'm like mc lyte, checking hoes tonight |
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If you're not a real rapper, get off the mic |
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Cause with a fake mc, a song's never complete |
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You'd better learn to rap like me |
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"thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 2x) |
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Whenever i rap, you call it noise |
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I'm tearing up shit up like the acorn boys |
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On 10th street, i got a big freak |
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Until you learn to speak, realize you're weak |
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Cause it's the oaktown, and they all get down |
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To the rhythm of the too $hort funky sound |
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It goes boom, baseline's on ya |
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Dangerous crew from oakland, california |
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Bitch don't front cause short dog is hard |
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If you answer my rap, i tear your ass apart |
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Just liket this, it lasts forever |
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You make a song and i make one better |
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You say i cuss, i say you're fake |
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Your eyes pop open like paper plates |
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You fronting mc, i hate to cap |
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I make hit records with the vicious raps |
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I said it before, i'll say it again |
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The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans |
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Like silicon titties, can you feel 'em? |
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How can a fake rapper fuck with a real one? |
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Shit, i'm that rapping man |
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I like you like the klu klux klan |
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Motherfucker want to front on me? |
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My posse got a real mc, too $hort |
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And it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stop |
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Cause i'm too $hort baby on the microphone and i'm macking, bitch |
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"thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 4x) |
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Now back to the subject, my boy mc |
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Whatever you say, you can't rap like me |
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Rappers like me make real hits |
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Rappers like you talk bullshit |
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I told my boys there's a new funky drummer in town |
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You're trying to be like james brown |
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If i couldn't be me, who would i be? |
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I damn sure wouldn't be a sucker mc |
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Cause i'm not like you, my game is true |
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I pimped these hoes and i pimped you, too |
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Cause i'm boss, and boss makes the rules |
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You disobey and you be a fool (now listen) |
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One, remember how it all began |
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Don't guess, the answer is "oakland" |
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Two, you'd better learn to rap like me |
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Or you like to be a fake mc |
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Three, never talk down on a player |
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I wouldn't care if you was fred astaire |
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Last but not least, number four: |
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Don't ever fuck with too $hort, bitch |
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"thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 2x) |
