Too $hort CussWords Lyrics

Life Is… Too $hort Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Life Is… Too $hort
  • 2 Rhymes
  • 3 I Ain’t Trippin’
  • 4 Nobody Does It Better
  • 5 Oakland
  • 6 Don’t Fight the Feelin’
  • 7 CussWords
  • 8 City of Dope
  • 9 Pimp the Ho
  • 10 Outro
  • 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, where’s 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 Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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