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Aight, biiiiitch! funky motherfucking fresh |
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Some of that '93 old school shit, hoe |
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Well i'm too $hort baby, hear what i say |
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I never do work but i always play |
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Cause the game is life and i play the game |
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So you never talk down on a player's name |
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When i grab my mic i'm the one man crew |
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Talking bout me, wouldn't think about you |
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When you heard too $hort came to town |
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You never would've thought i'd be looking down |
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On who? on you cause i'm so big |
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Me and my money is all i dig |
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I'm from the dangerous crew, we ain't no punk |
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We take 24 tracks, drop the funk on your ass |
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Beating like a dope fiend |
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Back seat riding in a limosine |
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Telling that freak all about me |
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The creater of greater, sucker mc's |
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Chilling out in the oaktown singing a rap |
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No mc could rock like that |
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Now i say it like bitches say |
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No mc could rock my way |
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When i rap it's always great |
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Wouldn't care if it was like or on a tape |
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It's me, $hort, the one and only |
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Spitting that rap to all my homies |
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You know about you, you know i'm a star |
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When i rap too good i might take it too far |
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Had the whole damn crowd going wild |
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Cause i don't stop rapping, that's my style |
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Too $hort baby from east oakland |
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I got more hoes than i can count on my hand |
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You got women? well i got more |
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You don't know? shit, i'm playboy $hort |
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They call me "playboy $hort" known everywhere |
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Had a life long dream to be a player |
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Way too cold at a younger age |
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It was every day, just make that page |
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Still playing the same, still young at the game |
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Never talk down on a player's name |
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Cause i'm big time, paid all my dues |
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I'm rich and famous and way too cool |
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People can't fuck with the way i'm rhyming |
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They say it's too slow but it bought these diamonds |
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Too $hort baby is the name i use |
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A '93 lexus is what i cruise |
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Clean from the start, i thought i was it |
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I was cadillac slick in the dust i kick |
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But the caddy got parked cause i'm riding new |
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Eastside bitch, so i'm siding, fool |
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Money everywhere, all over the floor |
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At the bank i'm known as "mr. $hort" |
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At the house i be chilling, getting some head |
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Writing raps all day, even in bed |
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And them groupie-ass bitches love this shit |
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The funk rap master, made to fit |
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Just her, i'm all in them guts |
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Homeboy can't fuck so i hooked it up |
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But young women like you with your big round butts |
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Blind girls driving down the street called "love" |
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Chasing that man, who really can't stand |
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Seeing your face so now you ran |
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And you don't realize what you'll soon see |
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The way making love is supposed to be |
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With a player known as playboy too |
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Rock a mic and a freak and you'll both be through |
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Players play women who like to get played |
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Bitched like you just trying to get laid |
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But i like money, and i get paid |
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I do my duty and say "good day" |
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I didn't want to make love, i'm not that fast |
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What the hell, she's a freak, she even asked |
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So let's go to my room, after the show |
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Treat me like a pimp, and pay me hoe |
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You can suck my dick and i might sing |
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Just love too $hort, i'm everything |
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So cool, my name is "too" |
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Call it how you want but i won't call you |
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Ring my phone and you might see |
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Ringing my phone just won't get me |
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Cause i'm hard to find, and i get mine |
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And if i was looking for you, i wouldn't be in line |
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I'd be right on time in the right place |
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Too $hort baby all in your face |
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Talking bout mine and what i want |
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Fucking mc's with the dangerous funk |
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I'm on my way, to the top |
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So much rapping i'll never stop |
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And all that fame, you might claim |
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Couldn't stand up by my rap name |
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You might be good, i don't care |
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I've been rapping like this 13 long years |
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I got more respect then you'll ever get |
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Cause i don't stop rapping and you know that shit |
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Sucker mc's with your record deal |
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Most tapes out now couldn't be real |
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Cause your tracks ain't shit, dreaming bout hits |
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But you'll find out too $hort don't quit |
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When i grab my mic i'm the one man crew |
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Talking bout me, wouldn't think about you |
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When you heard too $hort came to town |
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You never would've thought i'd be looking down... (fades out) |
