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
now all the money is mine
I treat my girls like guys
Ask 'em "who do they love?"
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
You will never hear pause
So go on and on, I'm sir Too Short
just what you've been lookin' for
hear my rap from coast to coast
From host to host, I hear the toast:
"Too Short, love the way you that hit
keep rhymin' and boy don't quit"
I say This is how it goes
'cause the way I write rhymes
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'
so boy straightin' up I'm
comin' at you fresh. Do you know
I'm sayin' rhymes messin' with your mind
'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,
I got rhymes, keep 'em comin',
I write only the truth, speak only to you
So if I tell you to say somethin'
I got rhymes, keep 'em comin',
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 want to be mothers
I'm Too Short baby gettin' rich
say... Like left to right
right to left girl stealin' your
heart is like petty theft
I'll always be one up on you
Like nightfall makes the sun go down
From the sea to the mountains
When I get on the mic I can't get enough
I'm the rapper of the season,
All my raps are smooth and decent
I'm that rapper known place to place
for the hardest raps with
You see I rap all the time,
You see I rap so cool I will not shout
that's the chance you take
All you weak MC's with your
tellin' all your people you
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,
Ask me am I rich and I'll say "no"
puttin' Oakland on the map
I'd like to send a special thanks
they thought I was through
I got rhymes, I keep 'em comin'
I won't stop rappin' till it comes out right
I'll just say "let's roll"
I make another record and buy some gold
you see I don't need help
I get the job done so all you fake rappers,
Give it up leave that rappin' to me
I rap on the mic and you'll believe
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
I'll tell you life ain't long
Thought you wanted to be like Too Short?