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  • 作词 : L. Crane/Todd Shaw/B. Baine
    作曲 : L. Crane/Todd Shaw/B. Baine
    Funky fresh on the mutha******' microphone, ******
    And it don't stop to the beat, baby
    Oakland, California is in the house, ******
    I tell you, nobody does it better than
    Too ShortI got so many raps,
    I know you can't have more'
    Cause I grew up on the mic,
    I spent my whole life
    Writin' raps, late at night
    And I never would make no fake
    LP'sSucker
    MC's don't make no
    G'sThey make weak, weak raps and need to quit22 songs and only 3 on hit
    Frontin' on me like you want some
    Better sell a million records, go platinum'
    Cause I wouldn't waste my time on a one-rap rapper
    You wanna get with me, you gotta climb that ladder
    But you ain't nothin' but a joke
    Rappers make money, tell me why are you broke?
    We get paid like a mutha******a and we get
    A brand-new house full of brand-new ******t
    A brand-new car in my brand-new driveway
    I always keep the top down on the highway
    Too Short, baby, known everywhere
    Had a life-long dream to be a player
    Way too cold at a younger age
    It was everyday, just make that pay12 years later, you're still in the game
    And you never talk down on a player's name'
    Cause I'm
    Too Short,
    Too ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too ShortToo
    Short, Too
    ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too ShortYou see,
    I'm fresh like always with funky beats
    I say what's up to the brothers on 10th
    StreetIt's goin' down in the
    Oakland town
    Home of the infamous
    Too Short sound
    So keep your jealous-ass thoughts in your diary
    And if you're lookin' for a leader, you can hire me
    And if your so-called boss don't pay
    The only thing you need to say
    Is "I quit, I'm through with you"
    Pack up your raps and join the
    Dangerous
    CrewWe got mo' beats than the average joe
    And a 24-track studio
    So forget what you heard and we'll see it's on
    Oakland, California can't leave me alone'
    Cause I'm the most rappin', most rhymin'
    Sold my drop-top but
    I'm still high-sidin'
    I'm Too Short,
    Too ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too ShortToo
    Short, Too
    ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too ShortNow that
    I've established my career
    I wanna help some other brothers out here
    Hook 'em up and let 'em make some dough
    Flip Benzes and turn out shows'
    Cause Oakland got talent, fool
    MC's in elementary school
    Not to mention musicians and singers
    And Shorty
    B with his magical fingers
    We get funky like skunk ******
    Light it up, hit it and get keed
    This **** fiend beat will get you high
    If it don't go gold too soon,
    I'll cryIf the bass ain't deep, somethin's wrong
    It must not be a real
    Too short song'
    Cause the first thing
    I do when
    I make my tape
    Is drop a few kicks from my 808
    And when my tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
    You can tell by my big fat royalty check
    It's just a dangerous thing when
    I'm on the mic
    And the local police don't even like
    The way we hit your town, it's so funny
    It's all about makin' big money
    So before
    I go, you should remember this
    Mutha****** you, damn ******t head ******
    Cause I'm
    Too Short,
    Too ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too ShortToo
    Short, Too
    ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too ShortToo
    Short, Too
    ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too ShortToo
    Short, Too
    ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too Short
  • 作词 : L. Crane/Todd Shaw/B. Baine
    作曲 : L. Crane/Todd Shaw/B. Baine
    Funky fresh on the mutha******' microphone, ******
    And it don't stop to the beat, baby
    Oakland, California is in the house, ******
    I tell you, nobody does it better than
    Too ShortI got so many raps,
    I know you can't have more'
    Cause I grew up on the mic,
    I spent my whole life
    Writin' raps, late at night
    And I never would make no fake
    LP'sSucker
    MC's don't make no
    G'sThey make weak, weak raps and need to quit22 songs and only 3 on hit
    Frontin' on me like you want some
    Better sell a million records, go platinum'
    Cause I wouldn't waste my time on a one-rap rapper
    You wanna get with me, you gotta climb that ladder
    But you ain't nothin' but a joke
    Rappers make money, tell me why are you broke?
    We get paid like a mutha******a and we get
    A brand-new house full of brand-new ******t
    A brand-new car in my brand-new driveway
    I always keep the top down on the highway
    Too Short, baby, known everywhere
    Had a life-long dream to be a player
    Way too cold at a younger age
    It was everyday, just make that pay12 years later, you're still in the game
    And you never talk down on a player's name'
    Cause I'm
    Too Short,
    Too ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too ShortToo
    Short, Too
    ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too ShortYou see,
    I'm fresh like always with funky beats
    I say what's up to the brothers on 10th
    StreetIt's goin' down in the
    Oakland town
    Home of the infamous
    Too Short sound
    So keep your jealous-ass thoughts in your diary
    And if you're lookin' for a leader, you can hire me
    And if your so-called boss don't pay
    The only thing you need to say
    Is "I quit, I'm through with you"
    Pack up your raps and join the
    Dangerous
    CrewWe got mo' beats than the average joe
    And a 24-track studio
    So forget what you heard and we'll see it's on
    Oakland, California can't leave me alone'
    Cause I'm the most rappin', most rhymin'
    Sold my drop-top but
    I'm still high-sidin'
    I'm Too Short,
    Too ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too ShortToo
    Short, Too
    ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too ShortNow that
    I've established my career
    I wanna help some other brothers out here
    Hook 'em up and let 'em make some dough
    Flip Benzes and turn out shows'
    Cause Oakland got talent, fool
    MC's in elementary school
    Not to mention musicians and singers
    And Shorty
    B with his magical fingers
    We get funky like skunk ******
    Light it up, hit it and get keed
    This **** fiend beat will get you high
    If it don't go gold too soon,
    I'll cryIf the bass ain't deep, somethin's wrong
    It must not be a real
    Too short song'
    Cause the first thing
    I do when
    I make my tape
    Is drop a few kicks from my 808
    And when my tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
    You can tell by my big fat royalty check
    It's just a dangerous thing when
    I'm on the mic
    And the local police don't even like
    The way we hit your town, it's so funny
    It's all about makin' big money
    So before
    I go, you should remember this
    Mutha****** you, damn ******t head ******
    Cause I'm
    Too Short,
    Too ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too ShortToo
    Short, Too
    ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too ShortToo
    Short, Too
    ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too ShortToo
    Short, Too
    ShortToo,
    Too Short,
    Too Short