Текст песни Too $hort - Life Is....Too $hort
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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 be