Too $hort Nasty Rhymes Lyrics

Gettin’ It (album number ten) Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Gettin’ It
  • 2 Survivin’ the Game
  • 3 That’s Why
  • 4 Bad Ways
  • 5 Fuck My Car
  • 6 Take My Bitch
  • 7 Buy You Some
  • 8 Pimp Me
  • 9 Baby D
  • 10 Nasty Rhymes
  • 11 Never Talk Down
  • 12 I Must Confess
  • 13 So Watcha Sayin’
  • 14 I’ve Been Watching You (Move Your Sexy Body)
  • Too $hort why you say those nasty words?
    Too $hort why you say those nasty rhymes?
    How come you be dissin' all us girls?
    Too $hort why you say those nasty words?

    It's like this *****

    See I hit the studio ten years ago,
    Screamin' out cuss words like "**** you ho"
    Comin' from East Oakland went nationwide,
    I'm on my tenth album ***** and I still ain't died
    Wouldn't change for nothin', gettin' paid to kick it,
    You could rap your whole life and wouldn't make a meal ticket
    ***** don't stop rappin' let the hoes keep hoin',
    As long as I'm alive I'ma keep on rollin'
    Can't do nothin' for a ***** while she bleed,
    You can put that on a fat bag of weed
    And get high, ***** **** these hoes,
    I'll be singin' nasty rhymes even when I'm old
    'Cause I don't stop rappin', bank keep stackin',
    Wherever there's hoes best believe I'm mackin'
    All you emcees tryin' to take my place,
    Yellin' "Beyotch!" just to hear the people say

    Too $hort why you say those nasty words?
    Too $hort why you say those nasty rhymes?
    How come you be dissin' all us girls?
    Too $hort why you say those nasty words?

    I talk bad about a *****, it ain't that hard,
    Never got the big head still the same old Todd
    In every household *****s know my name,
    Hoes love the way I kick that game
    From nineteen-eighty to ninety-six,
    I'm still makin' hits, hoes ridin' the ****
    My crew is thick, and we dangerous,
    You lick **** *****, you want to hang with us?
    You better never talk down on a player,
    I'm $horty the pimp, I got hoes everywhere
    I get my cash quick you lil' fast *****,
    I take you to my house and get my *** licked
    You say hey Too $hort why you rap so nasty,
    I look you in the face and say ***** don't ask me
    Nothin', they'll never take my place,
    I'm yellin' "Beyotch!" just to hear the people say

    Don't get me wrong *****

    See I got a gang of homies that I put on deck,
    I make the **** that you bump when you in the projects
    You can check my file and won't find a flaw,
    You can ask these *****es am I really raw
    Like Captain Fowl, I cuss you out while I spit in your mouth,
    So ***** don't ask me how
    Too $hort ****ed it up came back again ho,
    Smokin' them big fat sacks of indo'
    I make a new album every year,
    My speakers so loud I can barely hear
    I got a bad *****, with some big ol' breasts,
    I like to play with them *******, lay my **** on her chest
    And start strokin', that's how it should be,
    I'm bustin' nuts everywhere but in her *****
    And if sometimes things don't go my way,
    I say "Beyotch!" just to hear the people say

    Too $hort why you say those nasty words?
    Too $hort why you say those nasty rhymes?
    How come you be dissin' all us girls?
    Too $hort why you say those nasty words?

    Written by: Colin Fitzroy Wolfe, Joey Coleman, Todd Anthony Shaw
    Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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