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Too Short - Rap Like Me lyrics
Too $hort, mc Rap like me, youll go straight to the top Keep doing what youre doing and youre sure to get dropped Like a trick, nothings even up my sleeve A million albums sold and its hard to believe Well its true homeboy, its 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 cant rap I said it before, Ill say it again You dont belive me, ask your fans When I walked into cali, the place was packed Sir too $hort "dont stop that rap" I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time You got no rhymes, so you listen to mine Im 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 Im a hustler, baby, coming up I hustle every day and I dont sell drugs I dont run no gangs, dont 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 itll break your back With the beat so loud playing too $hort raps Thats it, Im 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 wouldnt catch short dog rapping nursery rhymes Call my rap trash, jam the junk Put a sticker on the cover: "x-rated funk" Its just me, you say I wont go far But I wont stop rapping cause I rap so hard >from here to new york, back to california I bumped your girlfriend, dont say I didnt warn ya All this time you said shes your ho You really shouldnt 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 Im freaky I rap, I spit a rap to a freak I rarely ever think about a sucker mc I go platinum, its just like slapping em, bitch Short dog in the house, starting some shit Mcs rock and mcs roll But the albums they make never go gold When I was young, I knew Id 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, aint nothing changed Still the boss of the bay, and I know what they say They call me "godfather" and they call you "gay" Bitch! its 1990 Your girlfriends 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 mcs had If you could rap like me, you wouldnt have the dream Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken wing If could rap like me, they say youre so great But when they talk about you, they say youre so fake And as the days go by, you cant forget The way I make you feel like shit Mcs like you, Ive seen em before You keep on saying "fuck too $hort" But Im a better mc than you And aint a damn thing you can do, but bitch On the tv screen, in the magazines When they interview you, you just make up things Youre on an ego trip and youre fronting like youre down Youre not the first real rapper from the oakland town Youre just a new jack, and you cant even rap You wanna trip? trip on that Im like mc lyte, checking hoes tonight If youre not a real rapper, get off the mic Cause with a fake mc, a songs never complete Youd better learn to rap like me "thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 2x) Whenever I rap, you call it noise Im tearing up shit up like the acorn boys On 10th street, I got a big freak Until you learn to speak, realize youre weak Cause its the oaktown, and they all get down To the rhythm of the too $hort funky sound It goes boom, baselines on ya Dangerous crew from oakland, california Bitch dont 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 youre 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, Ill say it again The boy aint nothing but one of my fans Like silicon titties, can you feel em? How can a fake rapper fuck with a real one? Shit, Im 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 dont stop, and it dont stop, and it wont stop Cause Im too $hort baby on the microphone and Im macking, bitch "thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 4x) Now back to the subject, my boy mc Whatever you say, you cant rap like me Rappers like me make real hits Rappers like you talk bullshit I told my boys theres a new funky drummer in town Youre trying to be like james brown If I couldnt be me, who would I be? I damn sure wouldnt be a sucker mc Cause Im not like you, my game is true I pimped these hoes and I pimped you, too Cause Im boss, and boss makes the rules You disobey and you be a fool (now listen) One, remember how it all began Dont guess, the answer is "oakland" Two, youd better learn to rap like me Or you like to be a fake mc Three, never talk down on a player I wouldnt care if you was fred astaire Last but not least, number four: Dont ever fuck with too $hort, bitch "thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 2x) |
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