Tonalité : G minor
Verse 1
Em
So you motherfuckers thought
I was gonna change my style?
Verse 2
Em
- So what are you saying Todd?
Verse 3
Em
To all you bitches, hoes,
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and all that shit
Em
Here's another rap that I'm ready to spit
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It goes like this, my name is $hort
Em
I'm tearin shit up like never before
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Pimp slaps, makin snaps
Em
Cold cash money and Too $hort raps
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Oakland, California that's where I'm from
G
Em
The city where the boys say
you don't want none
But if you do,
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Em
I'm gonna tell you this
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Verse 4
Em
) ain't really shit
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want to roll so hard, all of the time
Em
You and that bitch playin Too $hort rhymes
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If you aks me, what it's all about,
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Em
I'll say it's about that money
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But if you aks me, could you have some,
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Em
I'll say it doesn't concern me
G
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Ronald Reagan came up to me and said,
Em
"Do you have the answer
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To the United States economy
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Em
and a cure for cancer?"
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I said, what are you doin in the White
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Em
House if you're not sellin cocaine?
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Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan,
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Em
I know she'll spit that game.
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Like one night, she came to my house,
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Em
and gave me a blow job
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She licked my dick, up and down,
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Em
like it was corn on the cob
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What is life? It is Too $hort
Em
I play the bitches like it's a sport
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Yea, I'll play the bitches just like y'all
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Em
Like Dr. J played basketball
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You can call me Too, don't say it twice
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Em
You'll get me real mad
and I'll fuck your wife
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You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely polite
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Em
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,
beeatch
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It started on a bright
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Em
morning in 1987
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I was in my drop-to Caddy Caddy y'all
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Em
Gettin sucked by a bitch
Em
named Helen
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Nasty bitches, around the world,
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Em
I wrote this rhyme for you
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You might not like my rap,
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Em
but I'm tellin you bitch it's true
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So much death in the Oakland streets
Em
Am I gonna live till next week?
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Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Em
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say,
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cause I don't know why
Em
People out here droppin dead like flies
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I used to see a home boy givin five
Em
Now I say, "Man, you still alive?"
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Cold as hell, the town I'm from
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Em
Won't last too long when
you're fakin the funk
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I'm the master rapper, so unique
Em
Clap my hand when I want my freak
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You can't deny it, you know I'm right
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Em
I turn any rapper out when
I'm on the mic
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And I won't kick back, or relax
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Em
Till he knows I'm the best at the MC rap
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Till he knows Too Short, set the track
G
Em
They got him caught up in
my serious cap
Motherfucker can't spit
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straight game on the mic
G
Em
Cause he's worse than
a fag or a Frisco dike
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He's a sucker MC, I call him punk
G
Em
You try to spit that rap,
you can scratch that junk
You little punk-ass boy, boy,
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wouldn't listen to me
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Em
Think I'm fakin but I'm
takin all you sucker MC's
To the end of the world
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and push you over
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Em
Good luck couldn't find
you in a four leaf clover
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If I ever said a rap, tryin to cap on you,
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Em
I wouldn't even sweat it
cause you'll be through
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Lookin so far up, you might fall down
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Em
Gettin clowned by the hound
Em
from east Oaktown
And the look in your face when
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you're lickin that tooth
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Em
Could make a grown man die,
laughin at you
Em
Cause you're a, no rappin,
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no rhymin
Em
Em
Played out fake ass simple simon
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I never understood one word you said
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Em
But you're swearin up and down
that you're killin em dead
Em
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There's only one thing, I wanted to know
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Em
Sucker motherfucker,
Em
where's the joke?
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I'm the player of players, just call me Pop
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Em
My name is Too $hort, no I don't stop
Em
I just don't stop mackin,
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don't stop cappin
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Em
Don't stop rappin now
Em
you see what happens
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Your mind is gone, your crew just cut
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Em
Sucker MC I'll tell you what
Em
Your rhymes are weak,
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your rap the same
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Em
And when it comes to game,
Em
you are lame
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Never even heard of Too $hort baby
Em
Em
Hit Oakland in 1980
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Singin mo raps than a rap could rhyme
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Em
Tellin sucker MC's don't
Em
waste my time
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There's a girl I know her name is Betty
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Em
Straight to the head just
Em
rock it steady
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She's so freaky she'll juice you up
Em
All the home boys just can't
Em
get enough
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She's a Ph.D., don't even stop
Em
In the back like that goin (top, top, top)
Em
I won't say white girl,
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won't say she's black
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Em
She's the kind of girl that
make your knees go crack
Em
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Feel the beat, rock with me
Em
Let me tell you what I be
Em
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I'm a MC rapper, a MC rapper
Em
A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper
Em
Em
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Hey baby, I got this rhyme
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Em
It's not gonna stop till the end of time
Em
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Like rock and roll I'll play that song
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Em
To the beat all day and all night long
Em
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So liten up, to what I'm sayin
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Em
I'm a Oaktown mack,
bitch I ain't playin
Em
To all the home boys doin
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time in the pen
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Em
Gonna rock this beat for you once again
Em
If you can't get out and
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you're mad as hell
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Em
Say beeatch, now
make it sound for real
Em
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I'ma tear shit up, if I get the chance
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Em
I could give a fuck less if
you're hole don't dance
Em
F
See I'm a big mack now, I'm so great
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Em
I was born and raised
in the Golden State
Em
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Call me T.O.O., if you say $hort
Em
I'ma rap my ass off till you
give me some more
Em
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Big bank, now just make me rich
Em
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich
Em
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Check out my style, baby I don't quit
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Em
Em
I heard this freak say,
"That's the shit,
Em
F
He took the cake, fucked the rake
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Em
Too $hort baby damn
sure ain't fake."
Em
But the sucker MC's are
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screamin loud
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Em
Sayin Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth
Em
How can you talk about me,
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and call me weak
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Em
When your father smokes coke
and you mother's a freak
Em
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So I keep on rappin, if nothin else
Em
Keep your jealous thoughts
Em
to yourself
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Bitch and Bitch, he's a MC right
Em
Ain't sayin nothin but
he's holdin the mic
Em
Fuck with me,
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and boy you're doomed
Em
I send a trick with a hoe
to the motel room
Em
Cause I'm the coldest MC
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on a microphone
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Em
Like a .357 pointed at your dome
Em
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I got cap for cap, you never heard
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Em
Em
So fresh again with
cusswords
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Motherfuckin shit, fuckin with me
Em
Fuck a skank bitch and a sucker MC
Em
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Em
Em
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Cusswords, just let em
Em
know
Motherfuckin shit,
Em
god damn ass hoe
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Cusswords, just don't quit
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Em
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch
Em
F
It's Too $hort, on the mic,
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Em
and it don't stop
Em
and it don't stop, an d it won't stop,
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Em
Em
beeatch
Check out my style
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