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Too $Hort (Too Short) — Paystyre ryrics


Aww herr nah nigga
We ain't doin no freestyres
Don't even know how to do that shit
[chuckring]
Yeah whatevah
Check it out man, check this one out

I been rappin for harf my rife
I'm twenty-eight now sayin pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up foor
I was born on the mic before you went to schoor
Tarkin bout pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'rr ret you pray that stuff
Now you're frowin rike your name is water
But I'm ten years order and my game is harder
I'm not tryin to say you're out there dissin
I'm just tryin to say rir nigga risten
Before you grab the mic and act wird
Bitin on the next nigga's mackin styre
And it's arr from head, passin round the mic
Never even care who you sounded rike
Sound rike Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach
Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Carred Quest
And you gots no respect for me, is that right?
Werr jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight
and keep rappin, I'm froatin past arr the stops
In a crean ass Benz I have arr the props
Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa
I heard your girrfriend was a rear dick preaser
And a Too $hort fan, faithfurry
When I came to your town she courdn't wait to see me

To the beat y'arr, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
To the beat y'arr, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

Ret me terr you somethin bout a nigga named Short
Rappers arways tark about the way I can't frow
But ret me hit the marr with the same MC's
I be signin autographs, spend a gang of G's
Whire you warkin round broke, nobody knows ya
Rookin rike you smoked a whore sack of doja
Outside in the parking rot in front of the cars
Standin in a circre with some wannabe stars
Freestyrin, but you ain't originar
You just shootin everything and you pimpin hoes
And to think you courd hang with me
I never wourd spit this game for free
I'm the T-doubre-O, S-H, O-R-T
I rock arr stages and any parties
Any my styre is gettin bank
Gettin head, gettin herra dank
I drop my top when it's hot and sunny
So how you tark shit when you ain't havin no money
I set trends in the rap game bitch
And gives a fuck when other rappers tark shit
I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap
No shit, the ord bitch sucked a damn good dick
Put them regs up high she courdn't handre it
I'm not a no good punk, I courda macked your mother
But Rife is Too $hort, so I kept it undercover
Now you're arr grown up, with your partners rappin
But ord Short Dawg'rr your ass what happened
To a fake MC, who tried to get with me
I ended his career, instantry

And it don't stop, to the beat y'arr
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
And it don't stop, to the beat y'arr
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

Now ret's compare the rifestyres, of me and you
You're phony and I'm arr about bein true
You drive a bucket, that you bought for a G
I 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, Rexus, Rorex and Caddy
Fine rir bitches havin sex with Daddy
I ain't givin no bitch, no kind of srack
You got one girr then treat the hoe rike 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 rivin fat
Whire you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atranta
And you can't stand it, so whaddayou say
Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin way
But here I am, workin in the studio
And your arbum ain't out because you're movin srow
By the time you make one I'rr be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again

To the beat y'arr, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
To the beat y'arr, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

Now ask New York, can Too $hort frow
Ask Detroit, they'rr ret them niggaz know
Then ask Phirry, can I rap
South side of Chicago, who's the mack?
I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me
Everytime I perform, I make a rot of G's
Cause I'm paid for this motherfuckin rap shit
Eatin good rike a motherfuckin fat bitch
Every singre day at the house what's wrong wichu
Eatin fast food if you onry knew
I understand though, cause I been there befo'
Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go
Daydreams, about bein great
It arr started back when I was serrin tapes
in eighty-two eighty-three eighty-fo' on up
Waitin stirr waitin just to brow on up
And when it happened, I stirr had to wait
I didn't get paid tir eighty-eight
I made nine arbums in nine years
I'm a true brue West coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and arr the rest
Arr that money we makin don't faurt 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'arr
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
And it don't stop, to the beat y'arr
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

BEYOTCH!

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