Too Hort Cusswords lyrics

So you motherfuckers thought I was gonna change my style?

- So what are you saying Todd?



To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit

Here`s another rap that I`m ready to spit

It goes like this, my name is $hort

I`m tearin shit up like never before

Pimp slaps, makin snaps

Cold cash money and Too $hort raps

Oakland, California that`s where I`m from

The city where the boys say you don`t want none

But if you do, I`m gonna tell you this

( ) ain`t really shit

Wanna roll so hard, all of the time

You and that bitch playin Too $hort rhymes

If you aks me, what it`s all about, I`ll say it`s about that money

But if you aks me, could you have some, I`ll say it doesn`t concern me

Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, `Do you have the answer

To 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 job

She licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob

What is life? It is Too $hort

I play the bitches like it`s a sport

Yea, I`ll play the bitches just like y`all

Like Dr. J played basketball

You can call me Too, don`t say it twice

You`ll get me real mad and I`ll fuck your wife

You see I`m not proper, I`m rarely polite

Too $hort, Too $hort, don`t say it tonight, beeatch

It started on a bright morning in 1987

I was in my drop-to Caddy y`all

Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen

Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you

You might not like my rap, but I`m tellin you bitch it`s true

So much death in the Oakland streets

Am I gonna live till next week?

Will I get shot by a dope fiend,

Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring

I really can`t say, cause I don`t know why

People out here droppin dead like flies

I used to see a home boy givin five

Now I say, `Man, you still alive?`

Cold as hell, the town I`m from

Won`t last too long when you`re fakin the funk

I`m the master rapper, so unique

Clap my hand when I want my freak

You can`t deny it, you know I`m right

I turn any rapper out when I`m on the mic

And I won`t kick back, or relax

Till he knows I`m the best at the MC rap

Till he knows Too Short, set the track

They got him caught up in my serious cap

Motherfucker can`t spit straight game on the mic

Cause he`s worse than a fag or a Frisco dike

He`s a sucker MC, I call him punk

You try to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk

You little punk-ass boy, wouldn`t listen to me

Think I`m fakin but I`m takin all you sucker MC`s

To the end of the world and push you over

Good luck couldn`t find you in a four leaf clover

If I ever said a rap, tryin to cap on you,

I wouldn`t even sweat it cause you`ll be through

Lookin so far up, you might fall down

Gettin clowned by the hound from east Oaktown

And the look in your face when you`re lickin that tooth

Could make a grown man die, laughin at you

Cause you`re a, no rappin, no rhymin

Played out fake ass simple simon

I never understood one word you said

But you`re swearin up and down that you`re killin em dead

There`s only one thing, I wanted to know

Sucker motherfucker, wheres the joke?

I`m the player of players, just call me Pop

My name is Too $hort, no I don`t stop

I just don`t stop mackin, don`t stop cappin

Don`t stop rappin now you see what happens

Your mind is gone, your crew just cut

Sucker MC I`ll tell you what

Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same

And when it comes to game, you are lame

Never even heard of Too $hort baby

Hit Oakland in 1980

Singin mo raps than a rap could rhyme

Tellin sucker MC`s don`t waste my time

There`s a girl I know her name is Betty

Straight to the head just rock it steady

She`s so freaky she`ll juice you up

All the home boys just can`t get enough

She`s a Ph.D., don`t even stop

In the back like that goin (top, top, top)

I won`t say white girl, won`t say she`s black

She`s the kind of girl that make your knees go crack

Feel the beat, rock with me

Let me tell you what I be

I`m a MC rapper, a MC rapper

A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got this rhyme

It`s not gonna stop till the end of time

Like rock and roll I`ll play that song

To the beat all day and all night long

So liten up, to what I`m sayin

I`m a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain`t playin

To all the home boys doin time in the pen

Gonna rock this beat for you once again

If you can`t get out and you`re mad as hell

Say beeatch, now make it sound for real

I`ma tear shit up, if I get the chance

I could give a fuck less if you`re hole don`t dance

See I`m a big mack now, I`m so great

I was born and raised in the Golden State

Call me T.O.O., if you say $hort

I`ma rap my ass off till you give me some more

Big bank, now just make me rich

Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich

Check out my style, baby I don`t quit

I heard this freak say, `That`s the shit,

He took the cake, fucked the rake

Too $hort baby damn sure ain`t fake.`

But the sucker MC`s are screamin loud

Sayin Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth

How can you talk about me, and call me weak

When your father smokes coke and you mother`s a freak

So I keep on rappin, if nothin else

Keep your jealous thoughts to yourself

Bitch and Bitch, he`s a MC right

Ain`t sayin nothin but he`s holdin the mic

Fuck with me, and boy you`re doomed

I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room

Cause I`m the coldest MC on a microphone

Like a .357 pointed at your dome

I got cap for cap, you never heard

So fresh again with cusswords

Motherfuckin shit, fuckin with me

Fuck a skank bitch and a sucker MC

Cusswords, just let em know

Motherfuckin shit, god damn ass hoe

Cusswords, just don`t quit

Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch

It`s Too $hort, on the mic, and it don`t stop

and it don`t stop, and it won`t stop, beeatch

Check out my style