歌曲 | Rap Like Me |
歌手 | Too Short |
专辑 | Short Dog's in the House |
作词 : Shaw | |
Too $hort, mc | |
Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top | |
Keep doing what you're doing and you're sure to get dropped | |
Like a trick, nothing's even up my sleeve | |
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe | |
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie | |
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside | |
I used to catch the 40 bus around the way | |
Me and fred benz, slanging tapes | |
All these things, that we did | |
Grab the microphone and start screaming "bitch!" | |
You fronting mc, i hate to cap | |
You make hit records and you still can't rap | |
I said it before, i'll say it again | |
You don't belive me, ask your fans | |
When i walked into cali, the place was packed | |
Sir too $hort "don't stop that rap" | |
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time | |
You got no rhymes, so you listen to mine | |
I'm not starting a fight, just telling it right | |
The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic | |
His name is too $hort, now shut your mouth | |
In '81 i was rocking the house | |
I'm a hustler, baby, coming up | |
I hustle every day and i don't sell drugs | |
I don't run no gangs, don't shoot no dice | |
Gave the same damn speech to the oakland vice | |
But if you keep pushing, just like you | |
When they see me on the strip, coming through | |
I break it down so vicious it'll break your back | |
With the beat so loud playing too $hort raps | |
That's it, i'm set | |
No need to talk that bullshit | |
I need a, oaktown, big time sound | |
Just enough beat to get on down | |
So, you other rappers listen to mine | |
You wouldn't catch short dog rapping nursery rhymes | |
Call my rap trash, jam the junk | |
Put a sticker on the cover: "x-rated funk" | |
It's just me, you say i won't go far | |
But i won't stop rapping cause i rap so hard | |
>from here to new york, back to california | |
I bumped your girlfriend, don't say i didn't warn ya | |
All this time you said she's your ho | |
You really shouldn't give baby all that dough | |
She gave it all to me cause i fuck so good | |
I practice on the girls in my neighborhood | |
Cause when i'm freaky i rap, i spit a rap to a freak | |
I rarely ever think about a sucker mc | |
I go platinum, it's just like slapping 'em, bitch | |
Short dog in the house, starting some shit | |
Mc's rock and mc's roll | |
But the albums they make never go gold | |
When i was young, i knew i'd be one of the best | |
Every time i made a song it came out so fresh | |
I was the king of the oaktown, spitting my game | |
10 years later, ain't nothing changed | |
Still the boss of the bay, and i know what they say | |
They call me "godfather" and they call you "gay" | |
Bitch! it's 1990 | |
Your girlfriend's out there trying to find me | |
She heard about me, i fucked her best friend | |
I guess she wants to see if i can do it again | |
You want to be like me, so damn bad | |
The impossible dream all you mc's had | |
If you could rap like me, you wouldn't have the dream | |
Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken wing | |
If could rap like me, they say you're so great | |
But when they talk about you, they say you're so fake | |
And as the days go by, you can't forget | |
The way i make you feel like shit | |
Mc's like you, i've seen 'em before | |
You keep on saying "fuck too $hort" | |
But i'm a better mc than you | |
And ain't a damn thing you can do, but bitch | |
On the tv screen, in the magazines | |
When they interview you, you just make up things | |
You're on an ego trip and you're fronting like you're down | |
You're not the first real rapper from the oakland town | |
You're just a new jack, and you can't even rap | |
You wanna trip? trip on that | |
I'm like mc lyte, checking hoes tonight | |
If you're not a real rapper, get off the mic | |
Cause with a fake mc, a song's never complete | |
You'd better learn to rap like me | |
"thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 2x) | |
Whenever i rap, you call it noise | |
I'm tearing up shit up like the acorn boys | |
On 10th street, i got a big freak | |
Until you learn to speak, realize you're weak | |
Cause it's the oaktown, and they all get down | |
To the rhythm of the too $hort funky sound | |
It goes boom, baseline's on ya | |
Dangerous crew from oakland, california | |
Bitch don't front cause short dog is hard | |
If you answer my rap, i tear your ass apart | |
Just liket this, it lasts forever | |
You make a song and i make one better | |
You say i cuss, i say you're fake | |
Your eyes pop open like paper plates | |
You fronting mc, i hate to cap | |
I make hit records with the vicious raps | |
I said it before, i'll say it again | |
The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans | |
Like silicon titties, can you feel 'em? | |
How can a fake rapper fuck with a real one? | |
Shit, i'm that rapping man | |
I like you like the klu klux klan | |
Motherfucker want to front on me? | |
My posse got a real mc, too $hort | |
And it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stop | |
Cause i'm too $hort baby on the microphone and i'm macking, bitch | |
"thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 4x) | |
Now back to the subject, my boy mc | |
Whatever you say, you can't rap like me | |
Rappers like me make real hits | |
Rappers like you talk bullshit | |
I told my boys there's a new funky drummer in town | |
You're trying to be like james brown | |
If i couldn't be me, who would i be? | |
I damn sure wouldn't be a sucker mc | |
Cause i'm not like you, my game is true | |
I pimped these hoes and i pimped you, too | |
Cause i'm boss, and boss makes the rules | |
You disobey and you be a fool (now listen) | |
One, remember how it all began | |
Don't guess, the answer is "oakland" | |
Two, you'd better learn to rap like me | |
Or you like to be a fake mc | |
Three, never talk down on a player | |
I wouldn't care if you was fred astaire | |
Last but not least, number four: | |
Don't ever fuck with too $hort, bitch | |
"thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 2x) |
zuò cí : Shaw | |
Too hort, mc | |
Rap like me, you' ll go straight to the top | |
Keep doing what you' re doing and you' re sure to get dropped | |
Like a trick, nothing' s even up my sleeve | |
A million albums sold and it' s hard to believe | |
Well it' s true homeboy, it' s not a lie | |
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside | |
I used to catch the 40 bus around the way | |
Me and fred benz, slanging tapes | |
All these things, that we did | |
Grab the microphone and start screaming " bitch!" | |
You fronting mc, i hate to cap | |
You make hit records and you still can' t rap | |
I said it before, i' ll say it again | |
You don' t belive me, ask your fans | |
When i walked into cali, the place was packed | |
Sir too hort " don' t stop that rap" | |
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time | |
You got no rhymes, so you listen to mine | |
I' m not starting a fight, just telling it right | |
The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic | |
His name is too hort, now shut your mouth | |
In ' 81 i was rocking the house | |
I' m a hustler, baby, coming up | |
I hustle every day and i don' t sell drugs | |
I don' t run no gangs, don' t shoot no dice | |
Gave the same damn speech to the oakland vice | |
But if you keep pushing, just like you | |
When they see me on the strip, coming through | |
I break it down so vicious it' ll break your back | |
With the beat so loud playing too hort raps | |
That' s it, i' m set | |
No need to talk that bullshit | |
I need a, oaktown, big time sound | |
Just enough beat to get on down | |
So, you other rappers listen to mine | |
You wouldn' t catch short dog rapping nursery rhymes | |
Call my rap trash, jam the junk | |
Put a sticker on the cover: " xrated funk" | |
It' s just me, you say i won' t go far | |
But i won' t stop rapping cause i rap so hard | |
from here to new york, back to california | |
I bumped your girlfriend, don' t say i didn' t warn ya | |
All this time you said she' s your ho | |
You really shouldn' t give baby all that dough | |
She gave it all to me cause i fuck so good | |
I practice on the girls in my neighborhood | |
Cause when i' m freaky i rap, i spit a rap to a freak | |
I rarely ever think about a sucker mc | |
I go platinum, it' s just like slapping ' em, bitch | |
Short dog in the house, starting some shit | |
Mc' s rock and mc' s roll | |
But the albums they make never go gold | |
When i was young, i knew i' d be one of the best | |
Every time i made a song it came out so fresh | |
I was the king of the oaktown, spitting my game | |
10 years later, ain' t nothing changed | |
Still the boss of the bay, and i know what they say | |
They call me " godfather" and they call you " gay" | |
Bitch! it' s 1990 | |
Your girlfriend' s out there trying to find me | |
She heard about me, i fucked her best friend | |
I guess she wants to see if i can do it again | |
You want to be like me, so damn bad | |
The impossible dream all you mc' s had | |
If you could rap like me, you wouldn' t have the dream | |
Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken wing | |
If could rap like me, they say you' re so great | |
But when they talk about you, they say you' re so fake | |
And as the days go by, you can' t forget | |
The way i make you feel like shit | |
Mc' s like you, i' ve seen ' em before | |
You keep on saying " fuck too hort" | |
But i' m a better mc than you | |
And ain' t a damn thing you can do, but bitch | |
On the tv screen, in the magazines | |
When they interview you, you just make up things | |
You' re on an ego trip and you' re fronting like you' re down | |
You' re not the first real rapper from the oakland town | |
You' re just a new jack, and you can' t even rap | |
You wanna trip? trip on that | |
I' m like mc lyte, checking hoes tonight | |
If you' re not a real rapper, get off the mic | |
Cause with a fake mc, a song' s never complete | |
You' d better learn to rap like me | |
" thought you want to be like too hort" scratched 2x | |
Whenever i rap, you call it noise | |
I' m tearing up shit up like the acorn boys | |
On 10th street, i got a big freak | |
Until you learn to speak, realize you' re weak | |
Cause it' s the oaktown, and they all get down | |
To the rhythm of the too hort funky sound | |
It goes boom, baseline' s on ya | |
Dangerous crew from oakland, california | |
Bitch don' t front cause short dog is hard | |
If you answer my rap, i tear your ass apart | |
Just liket this, it lasts forever | |
You make a song and i make one better | |
You say i cuss, i say you' re fake | |
Your eyes pop open like paper plates | |
You fronting mc, i hate to cap | |
I make hit records with the vicious raps | |
I said it before, i' ll say it again | |
The boy ain' t nothing but one of my fans | |
Like silicon titties, can you feel ' em? | |
How can a fake rapper fuck with a real one? | |
Shit, i' m that rapping man | |
I like you like the klu klux klan | |
Motherfucker want to front on me? | |
My posse got a real mc, too hort | |
And it don' t stop, and it don' t stop, and it won' t stop | |
Cause i' m too hort baby on the microphone and i' m macking, bitch | |
" thought you want to be like too hort" scratched 4x | |
Now back to the subject, my boy mc | |
Whatever you say, you can' t rap like me | |
Rappers like me make real hits | |
Rappers like you talk bullshit | |
I told my boys there' s a new funky drummer in town | |
You' re trying to be like james brown | |
If i couldn' t be me, who would i be? | |
I damn sure wouldn' t be a sucker mc | |
Cause i' m not like you, my game is true | |
I pimped these hoes and i pimped you, too | |
Cause i' m boss, and boss makes the rules | |
You disobey and you be a fool now listen | |
One, remember how it all began | |
Don' t guess, the answer is " oakland" | |
Two, you' d better learn to rap like me | |
Or you like to be a fake mc | |
Three, never talk down on a player | |
I wouldn' t care if you was fred astaire | |
Last but not least, number four: | |
Don' t ever fuck with too hort, bitch | |
" thought you want to be like too hort" scratched 2x |