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  • Funky fresh on the microphone
    Too $hortToo $hort
    See, I'm fresh like always,
    I'm comin' at you
    And you know
    I won't stop till
    I'm through
    So get on it, now is the time
    Too $hort, baby's gonna spit that rhyme
    At you 'cause
    I'm jammin', so check me
    I play the music, even made the beat'
    Cause I'm the most rappin', most rhymin'
    Rollin' in a drop-top straight high-sidin'
    On you, boy,
    I'm poppin' the most
    I come from
    Oakland, don't play me close'
    Cause I'm a player, love to play this game
    I get funky out here, pumpin' the name
    Too $hort, the one and only,
    I just rock it
    Fat bankrolls in my pocket
    Call me 'The
    Dirty Rapper',
    I'll say, "Sure"
    But I'm a young black entrepreneur
    I'm an MC, right?
    I own a company too
    Programmed the drums and made the groove
    So when you look in my face, you see a wealthy man
    I hope it's not hard for you to understand
    I'm the businessman, it's not the same
    I'm treated like a **** dealer runnin' the game
    And you wonder why
    I can't get no peace
    I'm makin' more than the chief of police,
    I'mToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortNow that
    I've established one fact
    I came here to rap
    You got a choice to make about me
    Can I get busy, are my raps too weak?
    Boy, you're too grown, don't say
    I'm borin'
    Just because you know
    I come from
    California
    Where many rappers get no respect
    I'm at home in a tape deck
    I get played and played until it's all played out
    Sucker MC's come to my house
    They want a contract, get signed up
    But like toys they need a good wind-up
    Then the other suckers, sayin' no names
    Rap on the mic and use
    New York slang
    Even though we don't talk like that out here
    The point
    I'm tryina make comes out so clear
    You want paper or plastic,
    Visa or cash?
    You wanna burn rubber, gonna step on the gas
    Now nip, dip, roll the strip
    Gonna take your mind on a serious tip
    Like always
    I made the beat funky
    I keep your head bouncin' like a **** fiend junkie
    I got to say it before
    I breakI never rap fake 'cause
    I'mToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortSee,
    I'm fresh like always, no sweat
    It's time to jump back in the mix and get
    On it, now is the time
    Too $hort, baby's gonna spit that rhyme
    I sell records everyday
    And still
    I get no radio play
    I got homies, they love my beat
    So you hear me all over the streets
    A tape rhymes with bass,
    I make it deep
    The kinda tape you'll always keep
    So if you lose it, you're not my mama's son
    It ain't free, go and buy another one
    Like a costume party on
    HalloweenM
    C's pop up on the scene
    So you made a record,
    I saw your poster
    I'm still harder than you, boy, look closer
    Won't say who's best,
    I just tell you the truth
    You're not makin' money, so it couldn't be you
    So if that leaves me,
    Too $hort, baby
    I keep it in tune like do-re-mi
    With a strict rap tempo, bassline simple
    Take that, it's a
    Too $hort rap
    It's on you, boy,
    I'm poppin' the most
    I come from
    Oakland, don't play me close'
    Cause I'mToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortTell you, nobody does it better than
    Too $hortI take a limousine to the airport
    Fly first class, never ever last'
    Cause a brother like me,
    I pay cash
    Twinkle, twinkle, star in the night
    Don't look now but
    I'm shinin' bright
    I know you wanna hear my triple x
    Foul language, girls and ***
    Well, I'm gonna tell you 'bout livin' the life
    Stayin' in school and not smokin' the pipe
    It's hard to be a rich man, don't you know?
    When you drop out of school and start smokin' ****
    It goes D
    U M BYou're lookin' for some
    D?Then start tweakin', it's goin' on
    You don't like it?
    Well, play another song
    I got rhymes, you wanna hear?
    I sing 'em every day of the year
    You try to get it, you think you got it
    I hope you like it 'cause you sure can't stop it
    This rap is so funky fresh
    Too $hort, baby, in the flesh
    And if you ever say
    I'm through
    So what? I'm makin' more than you 'cause
    I'mToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortNobody does it better
    Too $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
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    Too $hortToo $hort,
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  • Funky fresh on the microphone
    Too $hortToo $hort
    See, I'm fresh like always,
    I'm comin' at you
    And you know
    I won't stop till
    I'm through
    So get on it, now is the time
    Too $hort, baby's gonna spit that rhyme
    At you 'cause
    I'm jammin', so check me
    I play the music, even made the beat'
    Cause I'm the most rappin', most rhymin'
    Rollin' in a drop-top straight high-sidin'
    On you, boy,
    I'm poppin' the most
    I come from
    Oakland, don't play me close'
    Cause I'm a player, love to play this game
    I get funky out here, pumpin' the name
    Too $hort, the one and only,
    I just rock it
    Fat bankrolls in my pocket
    Call me 'The
    Dirty Rapper',
    I'll say, "Sure"
    But I'm a young black entrepreneur
    I'm an MC, right?
    I own a company too
    Programmed the drums and made the groove
    So when you look in my face, you see a wealthy man
    I hope it's not hard for you to understand
    I'm the businessman, it's not the same
    I'm treated like a **** dealer runnin' the game
    And you wonder why
    I can't get no peace
    I'm makin' more than the chief of police,
    I'mToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortNow that
    I've established one fact
    I came here to rap
    You got a choice to make about me
    Can I get busy, are my raps too weak?
    Boy, you're too grown, don't say
    I'm borin'
    Just because you know
    I come from
    California
    Where many rappers get no respect
    I'm at home in a tape deck
    I get played and played until it's all played out
    Sucker MC's come to my house
    They want a contract, get signed up
    But like toys they need a good wind-up
    Then the other suckers, sayin' no names
    Rap on the mic and use
    New York slang
    Even though we don't talk like that out here
    The point
    I'm tryina make comes out so clear
    You want paper or plastic,
    Visa or cash?
    You wanna burn rubber, gonna step on the gas
    Now nip, dip, roll the strip
    Gonna take your mind on a serious tip
    Like always
    I made the beat funky
    I keep your head bouncin' like a **** fiend junkie
    I got to say it before
    I breakI never rap fake 'cause
    I'mToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortSee,
    I'm fresh like always, no sweat
    It's time to jump back in the mix and get
    On it, now is the time
    Too $hort, baby's gonna spit that rhyme
    I sell records everyday
    And still
    I get no radio play
    I got homies, they love my beat
    So you hear me all over the streets
    A tape rhymes with bass,
    I make it deep
    The kinda tape you'll always keep
    So if you lose it, you're not my mama's son
    It ain't free, go and buy another one
    Like a costume party on
    HalloweenM
    C's pop up on the scene
    So you made a record,
    I saw your poster
    I'm still harder than you, boy, look closer
    Won't say who's best,
    I just tell you the truth
    You're not makin' money, so it couldn't be you
    So if that leaves me,
    Too $hort, baby
    I keep it in tune like do-re-mi
    With a strict rap tempo, bassline simple
    Take that, it's a
    Too $hort rap
    It's on you, boy,
    I'm poppin' the most
    I come from
    Oakland, don't play me close'
    Cause I'mToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortTell you, nobody does it better than
    Too $hortI take a limousine to the airport
    Fly first class, never ever last'
    Cause a brother like me,
    I pay cash
    Twinkle, twinkle, star in the night
    Don't look now but
    I'm shinin' bright
    I know you wanna hear my triple x
    Foul language, girls and ***
    Well, I'm gonna tell you 'bout livin' the life
    Stayin' in school and not smokin' the pipe
    It's hard to be a rich man, don't you know?
    When you drop out of school and start smokin' ****
    It goes D
    U M BYou're lookin' for some
    D?Then start tweakin', it's goin' on
    You don't like it?
    Well, play another song
    I got rhymes, you wanna hear?
    I sing 'em every day of the year
    You try to get it, you think you got it
    I hope you like it 'cause you sure can't stop it
    This rap is so funky fresh
    Too $hort, baby, in the flesh
    And if you ever say
    I'm through
    So what? I'm makin' more than you 'cause
    I'mToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortNobody does it better
    Too $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
    Too $hortToo $hort,
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