Текст песни Too $hort - Cusswords
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So you motherfuckers thought I was gonna change my style? - So what are you saying Todd?To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shitHere`s another rap that I`m ready to spitIt goes like this, my name is $hortI`m tearin shit up like never beforePimp slaps, makin snapsCold cash money and Too $hort rapsOakland, California that`s where I`m fromThe city where the boys say you don`t want noneBut if you do, I`m gonna tell you this Trues and vogues ain`t really shitWanna roll so hard, all of the time You and that bitch playin Too $hort rhymesIf you aks me, what it`s all about, I`ll say it`s about that moneyBut if you aks me, could you have some, I`ll say it doesn`t concern meRonald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answerTo the United States economy and a cure for cancer?"I said, what are you doin in the White House if you`re not sellin cocaine?Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she`ll spit that game.Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow jobShe licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cobWhat is life? It is Too $hortI play the bitches like it`s a sportYea, I`ll play the bitches just like y`allLike Dr. J played basketballYou can call me Too, don`t say it twiceYou`ll get me real mad and I`ll fuck your wifeYou see I`m not proper, I`m rarely politeToo $hort, Too $hort, don`t say it tonight, beeatchIt started on a bright morning in 1987I was in my drop-to Caddy y`allGettin sucked by a bitch named HelenNasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for youYou might not like my rap, but I`m tellin you bitch it`s trueSo much death in the Oakland streetsAm I gonna live till next week?Will I get shot by a dope fiend,Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ringI really can`t say, cause I don`t know whyPeople out here droppin dead like fliesI used to see a home boy givin fiveNow I say, "Man, you still alive?"Cold as hell, the town I`m fromWon`t last too long when you`re fakin the funkI`m the master rapper, so uniqueClap my hand when I want my freakYou can`t deny it, you know I`m rightI turn any rapper out when I`m on the micAnd I won`t kick back, or relaxTill he knows I`m the best at the MC rapTill he knows Too Short, set the trackThey got him caught up in my serious capMotherfucker can`t spit straight game on the micCause he`s worse than a fag or a Frisco dikeHe`s a sucker MC, I call him punkYou try to spit that rap, you can scratch that junkYou little punk-ass boy, wouldn`t listen to meThink I`m fakin but I`m takin all you sucker MC`sTo the end of the world and push you overGood luck couldn`t find you in a four leaf cloverIf I ever said a rap, tryin to cap on you,I wouldn`t even sweat it cause you`ll be throughLookin so far up, you might fall downGettin clowned by the hound from east OaktownAnd the look in your face when you`re lickin that toothCould make a grown man die, laughin at youCause you`re a, no rappin, no rhyminPlayed out fake ass simple simonI never understood one word you said But you`re swearin up and down that you`re killin em deadThere`s only one thing, I wanted to knowSucker motherfucker, where`s the joke?I`m the player of players, just call me PopMy name is Too $hort, no I don`t stopI just don`t stop mackin, don`t stop cappinDon`t stop rappin now you see what happensYour mind is gone, your crew just cutSucker MC I`ll tell you whatYour rhymes are weak, your rap the sameAnd when it comes to game, you are lameNever even heard of Too $hort babyHit Oakland in 1980Singin mo raps than a rap could rhymeTellin sucker MC`s don`t waste my timeThere`s a girl I know her name is BettyStraight to the head just rock it steadyShe`s so freaky she`ll juice you upAll the home boys just can`t get enoughShe`s a Ph.D., don`t even stopIn the back like that goin (top, top, top)I won`t say white girl, won`t say she`s blackShe`s the kind of girl that make your knees go crackFeel the beat, rock with meLet me tell you what I beI`m a MC rapper, a MC rapperA big bank roller and a cold, cold capperHey baby, I got this rhymeIt`s not gonna stop till the end of timeLike rock and roll I`ll play that songTo the beat all day and all night longSo liten up, to what I`m sayinI`m a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain`t playinTo all the home boys doin time in the penGonna rock this beat for you once againIf you can`t get out and you`re mad as hellSay beeatch, now make it sound for realI`ma tear shit up, if I get the chanceI could give a fuck less if you`re hole don`t danceSee I`m a big mack now, I`m so greatI was born and raised in the Golden StateCall me T.O.O., if you say $hortI`ma rap my ass off till you give me some moreBig bank, now just make me richBitch bitch bitch bitch make me richCheck out my style, baby I don`t quitI heard this freak say, "That`s the shit,He took the cake, fucked the rakeToo $hort baby damn sure ain`t fake."But the sucker MC`s are screamin loudSayin Sir Too $hort, shut your mouthHow can you talk about me, and call me weakWhen your father smokes coke and you mother`s a freakSo I keep on rappin, if nothin elseKeep your jealous thoughts to yourselfBitch and Bitch, he`s a MC rightAin`t sayin nothin but he`s holdin the micFuck with me, and boy you`re doomedI send a trick with a hoe to the motel roomCause I`m the coldest MC on a microphoneLike a .357 pointed at your domeI got cap for cap, you never heardSo fresh again with cusswordsMotherfuckin shit, fuckin with meFuck a skank bitch and a sucker MCCusswords, just let em knowMotherfuckin shit, god damn ass hoeCusswords, just don`t quitMotherfuck you damn shithead bitchIt`s Too $hort, on the mic, and it don`t stopand it don`t stop, and it won`t stop, beeatchCheck out my style