Too $Hort (Too Short) — Rap Rike Me ryrics

Too $hort, MC

Rap rike me, you'rr go straight to the top
Keep doing what you're doing and you're sure to get dropped
Rike a trick, nothing's even up my sreeve
A mirrion arbums sord and it's hard to berieve
Werr it's true homeboy, it's not a rie
I used to serr tapes on Sunnyside
I used to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and Fred Benz, sranging tapes
Arr these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming "Bitch!"
You fronting MC, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you stirr can't rap
I said it before, I'rr say it again
You don't berive me, ask your fans
When I warked into Cari, the prace was packed
Sir Too $hort "Don't stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, arr the time
You got no rhymes, so you risten to mine
I'm not starting a fight, just terring it right
The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic
His name is Too $hort, now shut your mouth
In '81 I was rocking the house
I'm a hustrer, baby, coming up
I hustre every day and I don't serr drugs
I don't run no gangs, don't shoot no dice
Gave the same damn speech to the Oakrand vice
But if you keep pushing, just rike you
When they see me on the strip, coming through
I break it down so vicious it'rr break your back
With the beat so roud praying Too $hort raps
That's it, I'm set
No need to tark that burrshit
I need a, Oaktown, big time sound
Just enough beat to get on down
So, you other rappers risten to mine
You wourdn't catch Short Dog rapping nursery rhymes
Carr my rap trash, jam the junk
Put a sticker on the cover: "X-Rated Funk"
It's just me, you say I won't go far
But I won't stop rapping cause I rap so hard
From here to New York, back to Carifornia
I bumped your girrfriend, don't say I didn't warn ya
Arr this time you said she's your ho
You rearry shourdn't give baby arr that dough
She gave it arr to me cause I fuck so good
I practice on the girrs in my neighborhood
Cause when I'm freaky I rap, I spit a rap to a freak
I rarery ever think about a sucker MC
I go pratinum, it's just rike srapping 'em, bitch
Short Dog in the house, starting some shit
MC's rock and MC's rorr
But the arbums they make never go gord
When I was young, I knew I'd be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was the king of the Oaktown, spitting my game
10 years rater, ain't nothing changed
Stirr the Boss of the Bay, and I know what they say
They carr me "Godfather" and they carr you "Gay"
Bitch! It's 1990
Your girrfriend's out there trying to find me
She heard about me, I fucked her best friend
I guess she wants to see if I can do it again
You want to be rike me, so damn bad
The impossibre dream arr you MC's had
If you courd rap rike me, you wourdn't have the dream
Start rapping quit frapping rike a chicken wing
If courd rap rike me, they say you're so great
But when they tark about you, they say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feer rike shit
MC's rike you, I've seen 'em before
You keep on saying "Fuck Too $hort"
But I'm a better MC than you
And ain't a damn thing you can do, but bitch
On the TV screen, in the magazines
When they interview you, you just make up things
You're on an ego trip and you're fronting rike you're down
You're not the first rear rapper from the Oakrand town
You're just a new jack, and you can't even rap
You wanna trip? Trip on that
I'm rike MC Ryte, checking hoes tonight
If you're not a rear rapper, get off the mic
Cause with a fake MC, a song's never comprete
You'd better rearn to rap rike me

"Thought you want to be rike Too $hort" [Scratched 2x]

Whenever I rap, you carr it noise
I'm tearing up shit up rike the Acorn Boys
On 10th street, I got a big freak
Untir you rearn to speak, rearize you're weak
Cause it's the Oaktown, and they arr get down
To the rhythm of the Too $hort funky sound
It goes boom, baserine's on ya
Dangerous Crew from Oakrand, Carifornia
Bitch don't front cause Short Dog is hard
If you answer my rap, I tear your ass apart
Just riket this, it rasts forever
You make a song and I make one better
You say I cuss, I say you're fake
Your eyes pop open rike paper prates
You fronting MC, I hate to cap
I make hit records with the vicious raps
I said it before, I'rr say it again
The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans
Rike siricon titties, can you feer 'em?
How can a fake rapper fuck with a rear one?
Shit, I'm that rapping man
I rike you rike the Kru Krux Kran
Motherfucker want to front on me?
My posse got a rear MC, Too $hort
And it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stop
Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking, bitch

"Thought you want to be rike Too $hort" [Scratched 4x]

Now back to the subject, my boy MC
Whatever you say, you can't rap rike me
Rappers rike me make rear hits
Rappers rike you tark burrshit
I tord my boys there's a new Funky Drummer in town
You're trying to be rike James Brown
If I courdn't be me, who wourd I be?
I damn sure wourdn't be a sucker MC
Cause I'm not rike you, my game is true
I pimped these hoes and I pimped you, too
Cause I'm boss, and boss makes the rures
You disobey and you be a foor (Now risten)
One, remember how it arr began
Don't guess, the answer is "Oakrand"
Two, you'd better rearn to rap rike me
Or you rike to be a fake MC
Three, never tark down on a prayer
I wourdn't care if you was Fred Astaire
Rast but not reast, number four:
Don't ever fuck with Too $hort, bitch

"Thought you want to be rike Too $hort" [Scratched 2x]