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Too Short Lyrics
Paystyle (Bosko & Banks mix yo)

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Version 1 of
Too Short Lyrics
Paystyle (Bosko & Banks mix yo)

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Version 1 of the lyrics

Yo kid won't you bust your little freestyle yo?

Aww hell nah nigga

Say what?

We ain't doin no freestyles

You want me to bust a freestyle?

Don't even know how to do that shit

*chuckling*

I don't even know how to do freestyles main

Yeah whatevah

You know I get paid to rap

Check it out man, check this one out

Bosko, bring the beat in main (aight)

I been rappin for half my life

I'm twenty-eight now sayin pass the mic

If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool

I was born on the mic before you went to school

Talkin bout pimp game, you know whassup

Talkin bout pimp shit, you know whassup

I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff

Now you're flowin like your name is water

But I'm ten years older and my game is harder

I'm not tryin to say you're out there dissin

I'm just tryin to say homeboy listen

I'm just tryin to say lil nigga listen

Before you grab the mic and act wild

Bitin other MC's mackin styles

Bitin on the next nigga's mackin style

And it's all from head, passin round the mic

Never even care who you sounded like

You sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach

Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach

Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called Quest

And you gots no respect for me, is that right?

Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight

and keep rappin, I'm floatin past all the stops

In a clean ass Benz I have all the props

Don't need credit from a rapper can you match my Visa

Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa

I heard your girlfriend was a real trick pleaser

I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser

And a Too $hort fan, faithfully

When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

Let me tell you somethin bout a playa named Short

Let me tell you somethin bout a nigga named Short

Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow

But let me hit the mall with the same MC's

I be signin autographs, spend a gang of G's

While you walkin round broke, nobody knows ya

Lookin like you smoked a whole sack of doja

Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars

Standin in a circle with some wannabe stars

Freestylin, but you ain't original

Say you shootin everything when you sympin those

You just shootin everything and you pimpin hoes

And to think you could hang with me

I never would spit this game for free

I'm the T-double-O, S-H, O-R-T

I rock all stages and any parties

Any my style is gettin bank

Gettin girls, gettin hella dank

Gettin head, gettin hella dank

I drop my top when it's hot and sunny

You can't talk about me you ain't havin no money

So how you talk shit when you ain't havin no money

I set trends in the rap and don't doubt me

I set trends in the rap game bitch

And care less when other rappers talk about me

And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit

I know all you suckers, heard me rap

I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap

So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap

That's right, all night cause she's a damn good trick

No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick

Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it

I'm not a no good punk, I coulda dogged your mother

I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your mother

But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it undercover

Now you're all grown up, with your partners rappin

But old Short Dawg'll your ass what happened

To a fake MC, who tried to get with me

I ended his career, instantly

And it don't stop, to the beat y'all

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

And it don't stop, to the beat y'all

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

*long musical interlude*

Now let's compare the lifestyles, of me and you

You're phony and I'm all about bein true

You drive a bucket, that you bought for a G

I ride around snuffin them fo'-eighteens

In the back of a motherfuckin big ass truck

Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked

Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and Caddy

Fine lil bitches havin sex with Daddy

I ain't givin no bitch, no kind of slack

You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack

What's yours is hers, she don't trip

Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitch

But you're so weak, and it shows in your rap

I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat

While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma

I bought my mother a house in Atlanta

And you can't stand it, so whaddayou say

Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin way

But here I am, workin in the studio

And your album ain't out because you're movin slow

By the time you make one I'll be on ten

Hit the studio nigga, and do it again

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

Now ask New York, can Too $hort flow

Ask Detroit, they'll let y'all know

Ask Detroit, they'll let them niggaz know

Then ask Philly, can I rap

South side of Chicago, who's the mack?

I never ever tripped when you

I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me

slipped tried to rap about me

Everytime I perform, I make a lot of G's

Cause I'm paid in the underground rap world

Cause I'm paid for this motherfuckin rap shit

Eatin good like two hundred pound fat girls

Eatin good like a motherfuckin fat bitch

Every single day at the house what's wrong wichu

Eatin fast food if you only knew

I understand though, cause I been there befo'

Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go

Daydreams, about bein great

It all started back when I was sellin tapes

in eighty-two eighty-three eighty-fo' on up

Waitin still waitin just to blow on up

And when it happened, I still had to wait

I didn't get paid til eighty-eight

I made nine albums in nine years

I'm a true blue West coast pioneer

Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the rest

All that money we makin don't fault the West

Cause we ain't the ones who created rap

But when the West coast laid it, we made it fat

But when we made the shit, we made it fat

And it don't stop, to the beat y'all

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

And it don't stop, to the beat y'all

It goes on cause I don't stop rappin

Bitch!

BEYOTCH!

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