Lirik Lagu Cusswords - Too Short
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So you motherfuckers thought I was gonna change my style?- So what are you saying Todd?
To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shitHere's another rap that I'm ready to spitIt goes like this, my name is $hortI'm tearin shit up like never beforePimp slaps, makin snapsCold cash money and Too $hort rapsOakland, California that's where I'm fromThe city where the boys say you don't want noneBut if you do, I'm gonna tell you this( ) ain't really shitWanna roll so hard, all of the timeYou and that bitch playin Too $hort rhymesIf you aks me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about that moneyBut if you aks me, could you have some, I'll say it doesn't concern meRonald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answerTo the United States economy and a cure for cancer?"I said, what are you doin in the White House if you're not sellin cocaine?Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game.Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow jobShe licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cobWhat is life? It is Too $hortI play the bitches like it's a sportYea, I'll play the bitches just like y'allLike Dr. J played basketballYou can call me Too, don't say it twiceYou'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your wifeYou see I'm not proper, I'm rarely politeToo $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight, beeatchIt started on a bright morning in 1987I was in my drop-to Caddy y'allGettin sucked by a bitch named HelenNasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for youYou might not like my rap, but I'm tellin you bitch it's trueSo much death in the Oakland streetsAm I gonna live till next week?Will I get shot by a dope fiend,Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ringI really can't say, cause I don't know whyPeople out here droppin dead like fliesI used to see a home boy givin fiveNow I say, "Man, you still alive?"Cold as hell, the town I'm fromWon't last too long when you're fakin the funkI'm the master rapper, so uniqueClap my hand when I want my freakYou can't deny it, you know I'm rightI turn any rapper out when I'm on the micAnd I won't kick back, or relaxTill he knows I'm the best at the MC rapTill he knows Too Short, set the trackThey got him caught up in my serious capMotherfucker can't spit straight game on the micCause he's worse than a fag or a Frisco dikeHe's a sucker MC, I call him punkYou try to spit that rap, you can scratch that junkYou little punk-ass boy, wouldn't listen to meThink I'm fakin but I'm takin all you sucker MC'sTo the end of the world and push you overGood luck couldn't find you in a four leaf cloverIf I ever said a rap, tryin to cap on you,I wouldn't even sweat it cause you'll be throughLookin so far up, you might fall downGettin clowned by the hound from east OaktownAnd the look in your face when you're lickin that toothCould make a grown man die, laughin at youCause you're a, no rappin, no rhyminPlayed out fake ass simple simonI never understood one word you saidBut you're swearin up and down that you're killin em deadThere's only one thing, I wanted to knowSucker motherfucker, where’s the joke?I'm the player of players, just call me PopMy name is Too $hort, no I don't stopI just don't stop mackin, don't stop cappinDon't stop rappin now you see what happensYour mind is gone, your crew just cutSucker MC I'll tell you whatYour rhymes are weak, your rap the sameAnd when it comes to game, you are lameNever even heard of Too $hort babyHit Oakland in 1980Singin mo raps than a rap could rhymeTellin sucker MC's don't waste my timeThere's a girl I know her name is BettyStraight to the head just rock it steadyShe's so freaky she'll juice you upAll the home boys just can't get enoughShe's a Ph.D., don't even stopIn the back like that goin (top, top, top)I won't say white girl, won't say she's blackShe's the kind of girl that make your knees go crackFeel the beat, rock with meLet me tell you what I beI'm a MC rapper, a MC rapperA big bank roller and a cold, cold capperHey baby, I got this rhymeIt's not gonna stop till the end of timeLike rock and roll I'll play that songTo the beat all day and all night longSo liten up, to what I'm sayinI'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain't playinTo all the home boys doin time in the penGonna rock this beat for you once againIf you can't get out and you're mad as hellSay beeatch, now make it sound for realI'ma tear shit up, if I get the chanceI could give a fuck less if you're hole don't danceSee I'm a big mack now, I'm so greatI was born and raised in the Golden StateCall me T.O.O., if you say $hortI'ma rap my ass off till you give me some moreBig bank, now just make me richBitch bitch bitch bitch make me richCheck out my style, baby I don't quitI heard this freak say, "That's the shit,He took the cake, fucked the rakeToo $hort baby damn sure ain't fake."But the sucker MC's are screamin loudSayin Sir Too $hort, shut your mouthHow can you talk about me, and call me weakWhen your father smokes coke and you mother's a freakSo I keep on rappin, if nothin elseKeep your jealous thoughts to yourselfBitch and Bitch, he's a MC rightAin't sayin nothin but he's holdin the micFuck with me, and boy you're doomedI send a trick with a hoe to the motel roomCause I'm the coldest MC on a microphoneLike a .357 pointed at your domeI got cap for cap, you never heardSo fresh again with cusswordsMotherfuckin shit, fuckin with meFuck a skank bitch and a sucker MCCusswords, just let em knowMotherfuckin shit, god damn ass hoeCusswords, just don't quitMotherfuck you damn shithead bitchIt's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stopand it don't stop, and it won't stop, beeatchCheck out my style
To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shitHere's another rap that I'm ready to spitIt goes like this, my name is $hortI'm tearin shit up like never beforePimp slaps, makin snapsCold cash money and Too $hort rapsOakland, California that's where I'm fromThe city where the boys say you don't want noneBut if you do, I'm gonna tell you this( ) ain't really shitWanna roll so hard, all of the timeYou and that bitch playin Too $hort rhymesIf you aks me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about that moneyBut if you aks me, could you have some, I'll say it doesn't concern meRonald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answerTo the United States economy and a cure for cancer?"I said, what are you doin in the White House if you're not sellin cocaine?Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game.Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow jobShe licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cobWhat is life? It is Too $hortI play the bitches like it's a sportYea, I'll play the bitches just like y'allLike Dr. J played basketballYou can call me Too, don't say it twiceYou'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your wifeYou see I'm not proper, I'm rarely politeToo $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight, beeatchIt started on a bright morning in 1987I was in my drop-to Caddy y'allGettin sucked by a bitch named HelenNasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for youYou might not like my rap, but I'm tellin you bitch it's trueSo much death in the Oakland streetsAm I gonna live till next week?Will I get shot by a dope fiend,Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ringI really can't say, cause I don't know whyPeople out here droppin dead like fliesI used to see a home boy givin fiveNow I say, "Man, you still alive?"Cold as hell, the town I'm fromWon't last too long when you're fakin the funkI'm the master rapper, so uniqueClap my hand when I want my freakYou can't deny it, you know I'm rightI turn any rapper out when I'm on the micAnd I won't kick back, or relaxTill he knows I'm the best at the MC rapTill he knows Too Short, set the trackThey got him caught up in my serious capMotherfucker can't spit straight game on the micCause he's worse than a fag or a Frisco dikeHe's a sucker MC, I call him punkYou try to spit that rap, you can scratch that junkYou little punk-ass boy, wouldn't listen to meThink I'm fakin but I'm takin all you sucker MC'sTo the end of the world and push you overGood luck couldn't find you in a four leaf cloverIf I ever said a rap, tryin to cap on you,I wouldn't even sweat it cause you'll be throughLookin so far up, you might fall downGettin clowned by the hound from east OaktownAnd the look in your face when you're lickin that toothCould make a grown man die, laughin at youCause you're a, no rappin, no rhyminPlayed out fake ass simple simonI never understood one word you saidBut you're swearin up and down that you're killin em deadThere's only one thing, I wanted to knowSucker motherfucker, where’s the joke?I'm the player of players, just call me PopMy name is Too $hort, no I don't stopI just don't stop mackin, don't stop cappinDon't stop rappin now you see what happensYour mind is gone, your crew just cutSucker MC I'll tell you whatYour rhymes are weak, your rap the sameAnd when it comes to game, you are lameNever even heard of Too $hort babyHit Oakland in 1980Singin mo raps than a rap could rhymeTellin sucker MC's don't waste my timeThere's a girl I know her name is BettyStraight to the head just rock it steadyShe's so freaky she'll juice you upAll the home boys just can't get enoughShe's a Ph.D., don't even stopIn the back like that goin (top, top, top)I won't say white girl, won't say she's blackShe's the kind of girl that make your knees go crackFeel the beat, rock with meLet me tell you what I beI'm a MC rapper, a MC rapperA big bank roller and a cold, cold capperHey baby, I got this rhymeIt's not gonna stop till the end of timeLike rock and roll I'll play that songTo the beat all day and all night longSo liten up, to what I'm sayinI'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain't playinTo all the home boys doin time in the penGonna rock this beat for you once againIf you can't get out and you're mad as hellSay beeatch, now make it sound for realI'ma tear shit up, if I get the chanceI could give a fuck less if you're hole don't danceSee I'm a big mack now, I'm so greatI was born and raised in the Golden StateCall me T.O.O., if you say $hortI'ma rap my ass off till you give me some moreBig bank, now just make me richBitch bitch bitch bitch make me richCheck out my style, baby I don't quitI heard this freak say, "That's the shit,He took the cake, fucked the rakeToo $hort baby damn sure ain't fake."But the sucker MC's are screamin loudSayin Sir Too $hort, shut your mouthHow can you talk about me, and call me weakWhen your father smokes coke and you mother's a freakSo I keep on rappin, if nothin elseKeep your jealous thoughts to yourselfBitch and Bitch, he's a MC rightAin't sayin nothin but he's holdin the micFuck with me, and boy you're doomedI send a trick with a hoe to the motel roomCause I'm the coldest MC on a microphoneLike a .357 pointed at your domeI got cap for cap, you never heardSo fresh again with cusswordsMotherfuckin shit, fuckin with meFuck a skank bitch and a sucker MCCusswords, just let em knowMotherfuckin shit, god damn ass hoeCusswords, just don't quitMotherfuck you damn shithead bitchIt's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stopand it don't stop, and it won't stop, beeatchCheck out my style
