Without a doubt I'm comin' back and if you don't know Call me S I R T double OI like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine I carry big fat wives, I treat my girls like guys Ask 'em who do they love and they all say, "Tide" I'm just an M.C. rapper and nothin' else I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes You will never hear pause when I say these lines So go on and on, I'm Sir Too $hort Just what you've been lookin' for Like PCP or pure ******* DJ universe got you sprung in the game You make money, hear my rap from coast to coast From host to host, I hear the toast Too $hort, love the way you that hit Here's to you, keep rhymin' and boy, don't quit I say, this is how it goes when I say my rap Most times when I rhyme wouldn't be like that' Cause the way I write rhymes you will comprehend I'll keep rappin' to the very end And if you call me fake I'll say, "So what?I got you standin' and noddin' like you just shot upSo, boy, straightin' up I'm still rappin'" Comin' at you fresh, do you know what happened? I'm sayin' rhymes messin' with your mind I didn't want your, girl, 'cause she really ain't fine I took her to a motel could've been a hotel It costs me twenty dollars but I did it so well She had to tell your sister, your sister told you Now the whole damn town calls me playboy too I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they don't stop I'm lookin' at an empty page about to fill it up I write only the truth, speak only to you So if I tell you to say somethin' then you know what to do I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they never stop I live in California, drive a drop top Roll by the beach, look at the freaks Jump in my car, I do it every week DJ's who know call me Mister $hort All you wanna be mothers get no child support I'm Too $hort, baby, gettin' rich Get on the mic and then say Like left to right, right to left Girl, stealin' your heart is like petty theft Like ten to nine, three to two I'll always be one up on you Like nightfall makes the sun go down Crazy rack laid the beat changed your life around From the sea to the mountains the mountains to the sea All you're gonna do is wanna rock this beat It's so rough, so tough when I talk this stuff When I get on the mic I can't get enough I'm the rapper of the season, fresh and decent All my raps are smooth and decent I'm that rapper known place to place For the hardest raps with the hardest bass You see I rap all the time, that's the point When I walk in the place I just jam the joint Singin' old Too $hort's on the microphone The beat's so fresh can't leave me alone You see I rap so cool I will not shout I keep comin' so hard I might knock you out If you battle with $hort that's the chance you take So you better come fresh and don't be fake All you weak MC's with your weak drum beats Tellin' all your people you can hang with me Count one to ten count ten to twenty And I'll just keep on makin' money Life is Too $hort, I don't stop I'm hooked on money like a junkie on top I got to make it every day, I won't go broke Ask me am I rich and I'll say, "No" I'm your homeboy Too $hort back again Puttin' Oakland on the map, my rap will never end I'd like to send a special thanks to the dangerous crew For believin' in me when they thought I was through I got rhymes, I keep 'em comin' I'm on the mic, I won't stop rappin' till it comes out right And when it's beatin', I'll just say, "Let's roll" I make another record and buy some gold I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself I'm like a one man crew, you see I don't need help I get the job done so all you fake rappers, MC's, rap masters Give it up leave that rappin' to me Realizin' young buck, you can't rock that beat I rap on the mic and you'll believe nothin' ain't kickin' like the big old CIt's just one hard rapper spittin' a rap Not three or four sucka's or a couple of saps Like born to Mack, I'll cash a check Walkin' 'round like a fool, livin' up to his rep I'll tell you life ain't long, what you waitin' for? I thought you wanted to be like Too $hort
Without a doubt I'm comin' back and if you don't know Call me S I R T double OI like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine I carry big fat wives, I treat my girls like guys Ask 'em who do they love and they all say, "Tide" I'm just an M.C. rapper and nothin' else I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes You will never hear pause when I say these lines So go on and on, I'm Sir Too $hort Just what you've been lookin' for Like PCP or pure ******* DJ universe got you sprung in the game You make money, hear my rap from coast to coast From host to host, I hear the toast Too $hort, love the way you that hit Here's to you, keep rhymin' and boy, don't quit I say, this is how it goes when I say my rap Most times when I rhyme wouldn't be like that' Cause the way I write rhymes you will comprehend I'll keep rappin' to the very end And if you call me fake I'll say, "So what?I got you standin' and noddin' like you just shot upSo, boy, straightin' up I'm still rappin'" Comin' at you fresh, do you know what happened? I'm sayin' rhymes messin' with your mind I didn't want your, girl, 'cause she really ain't fine I took her to a motel could've been a hotel It costs me twenty dollars but I did it so well She had to tell your sister, your sister told you Now the whole damn town calls me playboy too I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they don't stop I'm lookin' at an empty page about to fill it up I write only the truth, speak only to you So if I tell you to say somethin' then you know what to do I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they never stop I live in California, drive a drop top Roll by the beach, look at the freaks Jump in my car, I do it every week DJ's who know call me Mister $hort All you wanna be mothers get no child support I'm Too $hort, baby, gettin' rich Get on the mic and then say Like left to right, right to left Girl, stealin' your heart is like petty theft Like ten to nine, three to two I'll always be one up on you Like nightfall makes the sun go down Crazy rack laid the beat changed your life around From the sea to the mountains the mountains to the sea All you're gonna do is wanna rock this beat It's so rough, so tough when I talk this stuff When I get on the mic I can't get enough I'm the rapper of the season, fresh and decent All my raps are smooth and decent I'm that rapper known place to place For the hardest raps with the hardest bass You see I rap all the time, that's the point When I walk in the place I just jam the joint Singin' old Too $hort's on the microphone The beat's so fresh can't leave me alone You see I rap so cool I will not shout I keep comin' so hard I might knock you out If you battle with $hort that's the chance you take So you better come fresh and don't be fake All you weak MC's with your weak drum beats Tellin' all your people you can hang with me Count one to ten count ten to twenty And I'll just keep on makin' money Life is Too $hort, I don't stop I'm hooked on money like a junkie on top I got to make it every day, I won't go broke Ask me am I rich and I'll say, "No" I'm your homeboy Too $hort back again Puttin' Oakland on the map, my rap will never end I'd like to send a special thanks to the dangerous crew For believin' in me when they thought I was through I got rhymes, I keep 'em comin' I'm on the mic, I won't stop rappin' till it comes out right And when it's beatin', I'll just say, "Let's roll" I make another record and buy some gold I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself I'm like a one man crew, you see I don't need help I get the job done so all you fake rappers, MC's, rap masters Give it up leave that rappin' to me Realizin' young buck, you can't rock that beat I rap on the mic and you'll believe nothin' ain't kickin' like the big old CIt's just one hard rapper spittin' a rap Not three or four sucka's or a couple of saps Like born to Mack, I'll cash a check Walkin' 'round like a fool, livin' up to his rep I'll tell you life ain't long, what you waitin' for? I thought you wanted to be like Too $hort
