Текст (слова) песни: Too Short - Cusswords

So you motherfuckers thought I was gonna change my style?
- So what are you saying Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit
Here`s another rap that I`m ready to spit
It goes like this, my name is $hort
I`m tearin shit up like never before
Pimp slaps, makin snaps
Cold cash money and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that`s where I`m from
The city where the boys say you don`t want none
But if you do, I`m gonna tell you this
( ) ain`t really shit
Wanna roll so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch playin Too $hort rhymes
If you aks me, what it`s all about, I`ll say it`s about that money
But if you aks me, could you have some, I`ll say it doesn`t concern me
Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the United States economy and a cure for cancer?"
I said, what are you doin in the White House if you`re not sellin cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she`ll spit that game.
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob
What is life? It is Too $hort
I play the bitches like it`s a sport
Yea, I`ll play the bitches just like y`all
Like Dr. J played basketball
You can call me Too, don`t say it twice
You`ll get me real mad and I`ll fuck your wife
You see I`m not proper, I`m rarely polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, don`t say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y`all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but I`m tellin you bitch it`s true
So much death in the Oakland streets
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can`t say, cause I don`t know why
People out here droppin dead like flies
I used to see a home boy givin five
Now I say, "Man, you still alive?"
Cold as hell, the town I`m from
Won`t last too long when you`re fakin the funk
I`m the master rapper, so unique
Clap my hand when I want my freak
You can`t deny it, you know I`m right
I turn any rapper out when I`m on the mic
And I won`t kick back, or relax
Till he knows I`m the best at the MC rap
Till he knows Too Short, set the track
They got him caught up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can`t spit straight game on the mic
Cause he`s worse than a fag or a Frisco dike
He`s a sucker MC, I call him punk
You try to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk
You little punk-ass boy, wouldn`t listen to me
Think I`m fakin but I`m takin all you sucker MC`s
To the end of the world and push you over
Good luck couldn`t find you in a four leaf clover
If I ever said a rap, tryin to cap on you,
I wouldn`t even sweat it cause you`ll be through
Lookin so far up, you might fall down
Gettin clowned by the hound from east Oaktown
And the look in your face when you`re lickin that tooth
Could make a grown man die, laughin at you
Cause you`re a, no rappin, no rhymin
Played out fake ass simple simon
I never understood one word you said
But you`re swearin up and down that you`re killin em dead
There`s only one thing, I wanted to know
Sucker motherfucker, where`s the joke?
I`m the player of players, just call me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I don`t stop
I just don`t stop mackin, don`t stop cappin
Don`t stop rappin now you see what happens
Your mind is gone, your crew just cut
Sucker MC I`ll tell you what
Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same
And when it comes to game, you are lame
Never even heard of Too $hort baby
Hit Oakland in 1980
Singin mo raps than a rap could rhyme
Tellin sucker MC`s don`t waste my time
There`s a girl I know her name is Betty
Straight to the head just rock it steady
She`s so freaky she`ll juice you up
All the home boys just can`t get enough
She`s a Ph.D., don`t even stop
In the back like that goin (top, top, top)
I won`t say white girl, won`t say she`s black
She`s the kind of girl that make your knees go crack
Feel the beat, rock with me
Let me tell you what I be
I`m a MC rapper, a MC rapper
A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper
Hey baby, I got this rhyme
It`s not gonna stop till the end of time
Like rock and roll I`ll play that song
To the beat all day and all night long
So liten up, to what I`m sayin
I`m a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain`t playin
To all the home boys doin time in the pen
Gonna rock this beat for you once again
If you can`t get out and you`re mad as hell
Say beeatch, now make it sound for real
I`ma tear shit up, if I get the chance
I could give a fuck less if you`re hole don`t dance
See I`m a big mack now, I`m so great
I was born and raised in the Golden State
Call me T.O.O., if you say $hort
I`ma rap my ass off till you give me some more
Big bank, now just make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich
Check out my style, baby I don`t quit
I heard this freak say, "That`s the shit,
He took the cake, fucked the rake
Too $hort baby damn sure ain`t fake."
But the sucker MC`s are screamin loud
Sayin Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth
How can you talk about me, and call me weak
When your father smokes coke and you mother`s a freak
So I keep on rappin, if nothin else
Keep your jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and Bitch, he`s a MC right
Ain`t sayin nothin but he`s holdin the mic
Fuck with me, and boy you`re doomed
I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room
Cause I`m the coldest MC on a microphone
Like a .357 pointed at your dome
I got cap for cap, you never heard
So fresh again with cusswords
Motherfuckin shit, fuckin with me
Fuck a skank bitch and a sucker MC
Cusswords, just let em know
Motherfuckin shit, god damn ass hoe
Cusswords, just don`t quit
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch
It`s Too $hort, on the mic, and it don`t stop
and it don`t stop, and it won`t stop, beeatch
Check out my style

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To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit Here`s another rap that I`m ready to spit It goes like this, my name is $hort I`m tearin shit up like never before Pimp slaps, makin snaps Cold cash money and Too $hort raps Oakland, California that`s where I`m from The city where the boys say you don`t want none But if you do, I`m gonna tell you this ( ) ain`t really shit Wanna roll so hard, all of the time You and that bitch playin Too $hort rhymes If you aks me, what it`s all about, I`ll say it`s about that money But if you aks me, could you have some, I`ll say it doesn`t concern me Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer To the United States economy and a cure for cancer?" I said, what are you doin in the White House if you`re not sellin cocaine? Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she`ll spit that game. Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job She licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob What is life? It is Too $hort I play the bitches like it`s a sport Yea, I`ll play the bitches just like y`all Like Dr. J played basketball You can call me Too, don`t say it twice You`ll get me real mad and I`ll fuck your wife You see I`m not proper, I`m rarely polite Too $hort, Too $hort, don`t say it tonight, beeatch It started on a bright morning in 1987 I was in my drop-to Caddy y`all Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you You might not like my rap, but I`m tellin you bitch it`s true So much death in the Oakland streets Am I gonna live till next week? Will I get shot by a dope fiend, Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring I really can`t say, cause I don`t know why People out here droppin dead like flies I used to see a home boy givin five Now I say, "Man, you still alive?" Cold as hell, the town I`m from Won`t last too long when you`re fakin the funk I`m the master rapper, so unique Clap my hand when I want my freak You can`t deny it, you know I`m right I turn any rapper out when I`m on the mic And I won`t kick back, or relax Till he knows I`m the best at the MC rap Till he knows Too Short, set the track They got him caught up in my serious cap Motherfucker can`t spit straight game on the mic Cause he`s worse than a fag or a Frisco dike He`s a sucker MC, I call him punk You try to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk You little punk-ass boy, wouldn`t listen to me Think I`m fakin but I`m takin all you sucker MC`s To the end of the world and push you over Good luck couldn`t find you in a four leaf clover If I ever said a rap, tryin to cap on you, I wouldn`t even sweat it cause you`ll be through Lookin so far up, you might fall down Gettin clowned by the hound from east Oaktown And the look in your face when you`re lickin that tooth Could make a grown man die, laughin at you Cause you`re a, no rappin, no rhymin Played out fake ass simple simon I never understood one word you said But you`re swearin up and down that you`re killin em dead There`s only one thing, I wanted to know Sucker motherfucker, where`s the joke? I`m the player of players, just call me Pop My name is Too $hort, no I don`t stop I just don`t stop mackin, don`t stop cappin Don`t stop rappin now you see what happens Your mind is gone, your crew just cut Sucker MC I`ll tell you what Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same And when it comes to game, you are lame Never even heard of Too $hort baby Hit Oakland in 1980 Singin mo raps than a rap could rhyme Tellin sucker MC`s don`t waste my time There`s a girl I know her name is Betty Straight to the head just rock it steady She`s so freaky she`ll juice you up All the home boys just can`t get enough She`s a Ph.D., don`t even stop In the back like that goin (top, top, top) I won`t say white girl, won`t say she`s black She`s the kind of girl that make your knees go crack Feel the beat, rock with me Let me tell you what I be I`m a MC rapper, a MC rapper A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper Hey baby, I got this rhyme It`s not gonna stop till the end of time Like rock and roll I`ll play that song To the beat all day and all night long So liten up, to what I`m sayin I`m a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain`t playin To all the home boys doin time in the pen Gonna rock this beat for you once again If you can`t get out and you`re mad as hell Say beeatch, now make it sound for real I`ma tear shit up, if I get the chance I could give a fuck less if you`re hole don`t dance See I`m a big mack now, I`m so great I was born and raised in the Golden State Call me T.O.O., if you say $hort I`ma rap my ass off till you give me some more Big bank, now just make me rich Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich Check out my style, baby I don`t quit I heard this freak say, "That`s the shit, He took the cake, fucked the rake Too $hort baby damn sure ain`t fake." But the sucker MC`s are screamin loud Sayin Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth How can you talk about me, and call me weak When your father smokes coke and you mother`s a freak So I keep on rappin, if nothin else Keep your jealous thoughts to yourself Bitch and Bitch, he`s a MC right Ain`t sayin nothin but he`s holdin the mic Fuck with me, and boy you`re doomed I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room Cause I`m the coldest MC on a microphone Like a .357 pointed at your dome I got cap for cap, you never heard So fresh again with cusswords Motherfuckin shit, fuckin with me Fuck a skank bitch and a sucker MC Cusswords, just let em know Motherfuckin shit, god damn ass hoe Cusswords, just don`t quit Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch It`s Too $hort, on the mic, and it don`t stop and it don`t stop, and it won`t stop, beeatch Check out my style Нравится песня? 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