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

Heres another rap that Im ready to spit

It goes like this, my name is $hort

Im tearin shit up like never before

Pimp slaps, makin snaps

Cold cash money and too $hort raps

Oakland, california thats where Im from

The city where the boys say you dont want none

But if you do, Im gonna tell you this

( ) aint really shit

Wanna roll so hard, all of the time

You and that bitch playin too $hort rhymes

If you aks me, what its all about, Ill say its about that money

But if you aks me, could you have some, Ill say it doesnt 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 youre not sellin cocaine?

Ask your wife, nancy reagan, I know shell 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 its a sport

Yea, Ill play the bitches just like yall

Like dr. j played basketball

You can call me too, dont say it twice

Youll get me real mad and Ill fuck your wife

You see Im not proper, Im rarely polite

Too $hort, too $hort, dont say it tonight, beeatch

It started on a bright morning in 1987

I was in my drop-to caddy yall

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 Im tellin you bitch its 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 cant say, cause I dont 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 Im from

Wont last too long when youre fakin the funk

Im the master rapper, so unique

Clap my hand when I want my freak

You cant deny it, you know Im right

I turn any rapper out when Im on the mic

And I wont kick back, or relax

Till he knows Im the best at the mc rap

Till he knows too short, set the track

They got him caught up in my serious cap

Motherfucker cant spit straight game on the mic

Cause hes worse than a fag or a frisco dike

Hes a sucker mc, I call him punk

You try to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk

You little punk-ass boy, wouldnt listen to me

Think Im fakin but Im takin all you sucker mcs

To the end of the world and push you over

Good luck couldnt find you in a four leaf clover

If I ever said a rap, tryin to cap on you,

I wouldnt even sweat it cause youll 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 youre lickin that tooth

Could make a grown man die, laughin at you

Cause youre a, no rappin, no rhymin

Played out fake ass simple simon

I never understood one word you said

But youre swearin up and down that youre killin em dead

Theres only one thing, I wanted to know

Sucker motherfucker, wheres the joke?

Im the player of players, just call me pop

My name is too $hort, no I dont stop

I just dont stop mackin, dont stop cappin

Dont stop rappin now you see what happens

Your mind is gone, your crew just cut

Sucker mc Ill 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 mcs dont waste my time

Theres a girl I know her name is betty

Straight to the head just rock it steady

Shes so freaky shell juice you up

All the home boys just cant get enough

Shes a ph.d., dont even stop

In the back like that goin (top, top, top)

I wont say white girl, wont say shes black

Shes the kind of girl that make your knees go crack

Feel the beat, rock with me

Let me tell you what I be

Im a mc rapper, a mc rapper

A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got this rhyme

Its not gonna stop till the end of time

Like rock and roll Ill play that song

To the beat all day and all night long

So liten up, to what Im sayin

Im a oaktown mack, bitch I aint playin

To all the home boys doin time in the pen

Gonna rock this beat for you once again

If you cant get out and youre mad as hell

Say beeatch, now make it sound for real

Ima tear shit up, if I get the chance

I could give a fuck less if youre hole dont dance

See Im a big mack now, Im so great

I was born and raised in the golden state

Call me t.o.o., if you say $hort

Ima 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 dont quit

I heard this freak say, "thats the shit,

He took the cake, fucked the rake

Too $hort baby damn sure aint fake."

But the sucker mcs 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 mothers a freak

So I keep on rappin, if nothin else

Keep your jealous thoughts to yourself

Bitch and bitch, hes a mc right

Aint sayin nothin but hes holdin the mic

Fuck with me, and boy youre doomed

I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room

Cause Im 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 dont quit

Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch

Its too $hort, on the mic, and it dont stop

And it dont stop, and it wont stop, beeatch

Check out my style

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" I said, what are you doin in the white house if youre not sellin cocaine? Ask your wife, nancy reagan, I know shell 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 its a sport Yea, Ill play the bitches just like yall Like dr. j played basketball You can call me too, dont say it twice Youll get me real mad and Ill fuck your wife You see Im not proper, Im rarely polite Too $hort, too $hort, dont say it tonight, beeatch It started on a bright morning in 1987 I was in my drop-to caddy yall 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 Im tellin you bitch its 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 cant say, cause I dont 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 Im from Wont last too long when youre fakin the funk Im the master rapper, so unique Clap my hand when I want my freak You cant deny it, you know Im right I turn any rapper out when Im on the mic And I wont kick back, or relax Till he knows Im the best at the mc rap Till he knows too short, set the track They got him caught up in my serious cap Motherfucker cant spit straight game on the mic Cause hes worse than a fag or a frisco dike Hes a sucker mc, I call him punk You try to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk You little punk-ass boy, wouldnt listen to me Think Im fakin but Im takin all you sucker mcs To the end of the world and push you over Good luck couldnt find you in a four leaf clover If I ever said a rap, tryin to cap on you, I wouldnt even sweat it cause youll 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 youre lickin that tooth Could make a grown man die, laughin at you Cause youre a, no rappin, no rhymin Played out fake ass simple simon I never understood one word you said But youre swearin up and down that youre killin em dead Theres only one thing, I wanted to know Sucker motherfucker, wheres the joke? Im the player of players, just call me pop My name is too $hort, no I dont stop I just dont stop mackin, dont stop cappin Dont stop rappin now you see what happens Your mind is gone, your crew just cut Sucker mc Ill 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 mcs dont waste my time Theres a girl I know her name is betty Straight to the head just rock it steady Shes so freaky shell juice you up All the home boys just cant get enough Shes a ph.d., dont even stop In the back like that goin (top, top, top) I wont say white girl, wont say shes black Shes the kind of girl that make your knees go crack Feel the beat, rock with me Let me tell you what I be Im a mc rapper, a mc rapper A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper Hey baby, I got this rhyme Its not gonna stop till the end of time Like rock and roll Ill play that song To the beat all day and all night long So liten up, to what Im sayin Im a oaktown mack, bitch I aint playin To all the home boys doin time in the pen Gonna rock this beat for you once again If you cant get out and youre mad as hell Say beeatch, now make it sound for real Ima tear shit up, if I get the chance I could give a fuck less if youre hole dont dance See Im a big mack now, Im so great I was born and raised in the golden state Call me t.o.o., if you say $hort Ima 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 dont quit I heard this freak say, "thats the shit, He took the cake, fucked the rake Too $hort baby damn sure aint fake." But the sucker mcs 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 mothers a freak So I keep on rappin, if nothin else Keep your jealous thoughts to yourself Bitch and bitch, hes a mc right Aint sayin nothin but hes holdin the mic Fuck with me, and boy youre doomed I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room Cause Im 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 dont quit Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch Its too $hort, on the mic, and it dont stop And it dont stop, and it wont stop, beeatch Check out my style Нравится песня? 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