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too short – rhymes lyrics

without a doubt i’m comin’ back and if you don’t know
call me s i r t double o
i like to say these rhymes, i do it all the time
i make my own d-mn beat now all the money is mine
i carry big fat wives, i treat my girls like guys
ask ’em who do they love and they all say, “tide”
i’m just an m.c. rapper and nothin’ else
i keep rhymin’ and i do it by myself

could you be like me? i rap my none stop rhymes
you will never hear pause when i say these lines
so go on and on, i’m sir too $hort
just what you’ve been lookin’ for
like pcp or pure cocaine
dj universe got you sprung in the game
you make money, hear my rap from coast to coast
from host to host, i hear the toast

too $hort, love the way you that hit
here’s to you, keep rhymin’ and boy, don’t quit
i say, this is how it goes when i say my rap
most times when i rhyme wouldn’t be like that
’cause the way i write rhymes you will comprehend
i’ll keep rappin’ to the very end
and if you call me fake i’ll say, “so what?
i got you standin’ and noddin’ like you just shot up

so, boy, straightin’ up i’m still rappin'”
comin’ at you fresh, do you know what happened?
i’m sayin’ rhymes messin’ with your mind
i didn’t want your, girl, ’cause she really ain’t fine
i took her to a motel could’ve been a hotel
it costs me twenty dollars but i did it so well
she had to tell your sister, your sister told you
now the whole d-mn town calls me playboy too

i got rhymes, keep ’em comin’, they don’t stop
i’m lookin’ at an empty page about to fill it up
i write only the truth, speak only to you
so if i tell you to say somethin’ then you know what to do
i got rhymes, keep ’em comin’, they never stop
i live in california, drive a drop top
roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, i do it every week

dj’s who know call me mister $hort
all you wanna be mothers get no child support
i’m too $hort, baby, gettin’ rich
get on the mic and then say
like left to right, right to left
girl, stealin’ your heart is like petty theft
like ten to nine, three to two
i’ll always be one up on you

like nightfall makes the sun go down
crazy rack laid the beat changed your life around
from the sea to the mountains the mountains to the sea
all you’re gonna do is wanna rock this beat
it’s so rough, so tough when i talk this stuff
when i get on the mic i can’t get enough
i’m the rapper of the season, fresh and decent
all my raps are smooth and decent

i’m that rapper known place to place
for the hardest raps with the hardest b-ss
you see i rap all the time, that’s the point
when i walk in the place i just jam the joint
singin’ old too $hort’s on the microphone
the beat’s so fresh can’t leave me alone
you see i rap so cool i will not shout
i keep comin’ so hard i might knock you out

if you battle with $hort that’s the chance you take
so you better come fresh and don’t be fake
all you weak mc’s with your weak drum beats
tellin’ all your people you can hang with me
count one to ten count ten to twenty
and i’ll just keep on makin’ money
life is too $hort, i don’t stop
i’m hooked on money like a junkie on top

i got to make it every day, i won’t go broke
ask me am i rich and i’ll say, “no”
i’m your homeboy too $hort back again
puttin’ oakland on the map, my rap will never end
i’d like to send a special thanks to the dangerous crew
for believin’ in me when they thought i was through
i got rhymes, i keep ’em comin’
i’m on the mic, i won’t stop rappin’ till it comes out right

and when it’s beatin’, i’ll just say, “let’s roll”
i make another record and buy some gold
i keep rhymin’ and i do it by myself
i’m like a one man crew, you see i don’t need help
i get the job done so all you fake rappers, mc’s, rap masters
give it up leave that rappin’ to me
realizin’ young buck, you can’t rock that beat
i rap on the mic and you’ll believe nothin’ ain’t kickin’ like the big old c

it’s just one hard rapper spittin’ a rap
not three or four sucka’s or a couple of saps
like born to mack, i’ll cash a check
walkin’ ’round like a fool, livin’ up to his rep
i’ll tell you life ain’t long, what you waitin’ for?
i thought you wanted to be like too $hort

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