Rhymes

Without a doubt
Im comin back and if you dont 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'
Im 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,
Im Sir Too $hort
Just what youve 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 $hort, love the way you that hit
Heres to you , keep rhymin and boy, dont quit
I say, this is how it goes when
I say my rap
Most times when
I rhyme wouldnt be like that
Cause the way
I write rhymes you will comprehend
Ill keep rappin to the very end
And if you call me fake
Ill say, 'So what?I got you standin and noddin like you just shot upSo, boy, straightin up Im still rappin'
Comin at you fresh, do you know what happened?
Im sayin rhymes messin with your mind
I didnt want your, girl, cause she really aint fine
I took her to a motel couldve 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 dont stop
Im 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
DJs who know call me
Mister $hort
All you wanna be mothers get no child support
Im 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
Ill 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 youre gonna do is wanna rock this beat
Its so rough, so tough when
I talk this stuff
When I get on the mic
I cant get enough
Im the rapper of the season, fresh and decent
All my raps are smooth and decent
Im that rapper known place to place
For the hardest raps with the hardest bass
You see I rap all the time, thats the point
When I walk in the place
I just jam the joint
Singin old
Too $horts on the microphone
The beats so fresh cant 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 thats the chance you take
So you better come fresh and dont be fake
All you weak
MCs with your weak drum beats
Tellin all your people you can hang with me
Count one to ten count ten to twenty
And Ill just keep on makin money
Life is Too $hort,
I dont stop
Im hooked on money like a junkie on top
I got to make it every day,
I wont go broke
Ask me am
I rich and
Ill say, 'No'
Im your homeboy
Too $hort back again
Puttin Oakland on the map, my rap will never end
Id 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
Im on the mic,
I wont stop rappin till it comes out right
And when its beatin,
Ill just say, 'Lets roll'
I make another record and buy some gold
I keep rhymin and
I do it by myself
Im like a one man crew, you see
I dont need help
I get the job done so all you fake rappers,
MCs, rap masters
Give it up leave that rappin to me
Realizin young buck, you cant rock that beat
I rap on the mic and youll believe nothin aint kickin like the big old
CIts just one hard rapper spittin a rap
Not three or four suckas or a couple of saps
Like born to
Mack, Ill cash a check
Walkin round like a fool, livin up to his rep
Ill tell you life aint long, what you waitin for?
I thought you wanted to be like
Too $hort