Life Is... Too Short

Funky fresh on the microphone<br><br>Too $hort<br>Too $hort<br><br>[ VERSE 1 ]<br>See, I`m fresh like always, I`m comin at you<br>And you know I won`t stop till I`m through<br>So get on it. now is the time<br>Too $hort, baby,`s gonna spit that rhyme<br>At you, cause I`m jammin, so check me<br>I play the music, even made the beat<br>Cause I`m the most rappin, most rhymin<br>Rollin in a drop-top straight high-sidin<br>On you, boy, I`m poppin the most<br>I come from Oakland, don`t play me close<br>Cause I`m a player, love to play this game<br>I get funky out here, pumpin the name<br>Too $hort, the one and only, I just rock it<br>Fat bankrolls in my pocket<br>Call me `the dirty rapper`, I`ll say, "Sure"<br>But I`m a young black entrepreneur<br>I`m an MC, right? I own a company too<br>Programmed the drums and made the groove<br>So when you look in my face you see a wealthy man<br>I hope it`s not hard for you to understand<br>I`m the businessman, it`s not the same<br>I`m treated like a dope dealer runnin the game<br>And you wonder why I can`t get no peace<br>I`m makin more than the chief of police<br>I`m<br><br>Too $hort<br><br>[ VERSE 2 ]<br>Now that I`ve established one fact<br>I came here to rap<br>You got a choice to make about me<br>Can I get busy, are my raps too weak?<br>Boy, you`re too grown, don`t say I`m borin<br>Just because you know I come from Californ-<br>ia where many rappers get no respect<br>I`m at home in a tape deck<br>I get played and played until it`s all played out<br>Sucker MC`s come to my house<br>They want a contract, get signed up<br>But like toys they need a good wind-up<br>Then the other suckers, sayin no names<br>Rap on the mic and use New York slang<br>Even though we don`t talk like that out here<br>The point I`m tryina make comes out so clear<br>You want paper or plastic, Visa or cash?<br>You wanna burn rubber, gonna step on the gas<br>Now nip, dip, roll the strip<br>Gonna take your mind on a serious tip<br>Like always I made the beat funky<br>I keep your head bouncin like a dopefiend junkie<br>I got to say it before I break<br>I never rap fake<br>Cause I`m<br><br>Too $hort<br><br>[ VERSE 3 ]<br>See, I`m fresh like always, no sweat<br>It`s time to jump back in the mix and get<br>On it, now is the time<br>Too $hort, baby,`s gonna spit that rhyme<br>I sell records everyday<br>And still I get no radio play<br>I got homies, they love my beat<br>So you hear me all over the streets<br>A tape rhymes with bass, I make it deep<br>The kinda tape you`ll always keep<br>So if you lose it, you`re not my mama`s son<br>It ain`t free, go and buy another one<br>Like a costume party on Halloween<br>MC`s pop up on the scene<br>So you made a record, I saw your poster<br>I`m still harder than you, boy, look closer<br>Won`t say who`s best, I just tell you the truth<br>You`re not makin money, so it couldn`t be you<br>So if that leaves me, Too $hort, baby<br>I keep it in tune like do-re-mi<br>With a strict rap tempo, bassline simple<br>Take that, it`s a Too $hort rap<br>It`s on you, boy, I`m poppin the most<br>I come from Oakland, don`t play me close<br>Cause I`m<br><br>Too $hort<br><br>[ VERSE 4 ]<br>Nobody does it better<br>Tell you, nobody does it better than Too $hort<br>I take a limousine to the airport