Cusswords

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