Rhymes Lyrics by Too Short

Rhymes Lyrics

    Without a doubt i'm comin' back and if you don't know
    Call me s. i. r. t. double o
    I 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 short
    Just what you've been lookin' for
    Like pcp or pure cocaine
    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 short, 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 up
    So 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 20 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 short
    All you wanna be mothers get no child support
    I'm too short 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 10 to 9, 3 to 2
    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 short'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 short 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 1 to 10 count 10 to 20 and i'll just keep on makin' money
    Life is too short 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 short 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 c
    It's just one hard rapper spittin' a rap
    Not 3 or 4 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?
    Thought you wanted to be like too short?

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