Rhymes
Without a doubt Im comin back and if you dont 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
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 short
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 short, 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 up
So 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 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 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 short
All you wanna be mothers get no child support
Im 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
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 shorts 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 short 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 1 to 10 count 10 to 20 and Ill just keep on makin money
Life is too short 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 short 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 c
Its just one hard rapper spittin a rap
Not 3 or 4 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?
Thought you wanted to be like too short?
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I Dont Stop Rappin
Dont stop
Dont stop that rap
Too short
And I dont stop rappin
Just dont stop
Too short
I dont stop rappin
Dont stop that rap
Well Im sir too short
The true mc
Fresh again with the brand new beat
The big bank roller, I know whats happening
I get on the mike and I dont stop rappin
Dont stop
Dont stop that rap
Too short
I dont stop rappin
My rap dont stop, you know it cant
I get on the mic and I make big bank
Unlike some rappers that I know
Trying to get no, but that dont go
Im that rapper, sir too short
I know youve heard my name before
And if you havent, now you have
Sir too short dont stop that rap
Dont stop
I dont stop rappin
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Im so rough so tough when I talk my stuff
I dont stop rappin cuz Im too tough
Telling you rappers what its all about
Most mcs are played out
But not too short, Im the best
You know too short is so so fresh
If thats not short, your mind is snapping
The best is fresh cause I dont stop rappin
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Too short
I dont stop rappin
Im sir too short, the rapping man
Im a cold mc and I know I am
Im the big time rapper from east oakland
Into music and making fans
I love young ladies who love my rhymes
Cuz what they say is right on time
The only mc with fresh hits
Its sir too short, he never quits
Thats so so true, what they say
I hear those words every day
Cause Im an mc rapper who gives you more
The big time rapper, sir too short
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Too short
I dont stop rappin
Why do rappers rap like me
Because I rap originally
I never ever will, sing your rap
Ill leave it to you and its just like that
I sing my rap and I know you like
The way sir too short rocks the mic
The sucker mcs dont even front
Even though too short is what they want
Cause what I say is well prepared
I look at a rapper and I make him scared
Scared to battle, the cold cold capper
Ill even be part on a female rapper
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Too short
I dont stop rappin
C a l I f o r
N I a and a superstar
That what it is, thats what I see
California life was made for me
Born and raised in the golden state
Mc rapper and you know Im great
Just cooling out, acting shy
I got my mic and my rap wont stop
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Too short
Dont stop that rap
I met a freak named jiggle g
Took her on a date and spent one penny
She bought me dinner, I bought her gum
Took her to my house to have some fun
I said jiggle g, your so fresh
You look so fine with your big big breasts
I spit my game to her so tough
Sir too short was coming up
I did just what I wanted to
But when I finished what did I do
I took her home, real real fast
I charged her up for wasted gas
I knew just what she had to say
Lets get together on our next pay day
Cuz like I said, I know whats happening
And you know too cause I dont stop rappin
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Sir too short
Spit that rap
Oh yes baby, Im the most
Sir too short from the west coast
My rap dont stop, it never could
Im known all in your neighborhood
As an mc rapper, right on time
Sucker mcs dont sing my rhymes
Cuz if they do, Ill be slapping
Sucker mcs cuz Im all about rappin
Dont stop
I dont stop rappin
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Mc rappers, from the o
You talk about short, but you dont know
If you rap original
I might kick back and watch your show
But if I did what would I see
A so fake and imitating sucka mc
In my face trying to rap like me
But none of you suckas can rock that beat
Cuz you stand there looking like a sap
And in your rap I hear my rap
The sucka mc must want my fame
Cuz he didnt stop rappin till he heard my name
Dont stop
I dont stop rappin
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Im sir too short on the mic
Gonna tell ya what kind of girls too short likes
I like those girls that are real real fine
Thick young tenders, yours and mine
Its not all about getting that steak
Cuz what is a girl without a lot of bank
A bump and a grind and shes on her knees
The way it is now you might catch a disease
Dont stop
Dont stop that rap
Sir too short
Dont stop that rap
I dont stop rappin, just dont stop
Dont stop rappin dont stop dont stop
Too short, so fresh
Ill show you how the game comes from the west
Cuz you never ever knew that it was going on
Till a brother like me put it in a song
And Im always fresh, never the same
Just dont stop that fishes game
Dont stop
Dont stop that rap
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Im sir too short, Im that mc
Fresh again, with the beat
Im the big bank roller, I know whats happening
I get on the mic and I dont stop rapping
Dont stop
I dont stop rapping
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Dont stop rapping
Dont stop that rap
song performed by by Too Short
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Short Rap
Short rap (echo)
Repeat x2
Short rap, is everything
Its what I think, its what I sing
Cause Im a rapper, who lets you know
When it comes to music, I will grow
Rap more raps than any mc
Your rap aint rap cause your rap aint me
Short rap, is what you find
The mastermind, short rap that rhyme
Too short baby, thats the name
When I rap my rap I rap that game
I tell it to you like you always knew
Short raps not fake, its always true
Its me, its you, short rap is life
Its everyday and every night
And I dont just say its this and that
Its everything, its what short raps
Short rap (echo)
Itz what?
Short rap(echo)
Fresh
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
S-h-o-r-t-r-a-p
Short rap is what I call this beat
Rap that rap like no one else
Im sir too short all by myself
I make fresh raps without your help
And all I want is fame and wealth
Smooth in the game, just like that
And all you hear me say is rap
Short (echo)
Short rap, is way to hard
Every I stop, its time to start
Cause what you find, when I say rhymes
Is a non-stop rap, right on time
Im the kind of person you always thought
Couldnt make a record that would be bought
Sir too short, it couldnt be
Short rap, whats that, short rap is me
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
So so fresh
I like tenders, young and hot
You never hear short say baby why not?
Im sir too short, Im so down
Mc rapper from the oakland town
You better get up, short raps a song
It really aint short, its much too long
Cause I dont stop, once I start
Short rap, whats that, short rap is art
Took my rap to the neighborhood
From day one too short was good
True mcs make sucka mcs
In my time they rap like me
A brotha said short, hes good as you
Saw me on stage and learned the truth
I was born, to hit the tops
Short rap, I dont stop
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
Short rap has now affected you
Short rap wont stop until I get through
Short rap could knock,
Sucka mcs stop biting on you and start biting on me
And I wont get mad, cause Im so bad
The rap you have is the rap I had
Now if you want, my new short rap
You can put it in your shorts and bite on that
Sucka mc, you know Im fresh
A rap in my trash can top your best
Check it out boy, here and now
How will you rap when you dont know how
I wish I could hear you answer that
It just wont work and thats short rap
Try to make you understand
Dont make more raps, just be a fan
Short rap(echo)
Short rap, is it sad or funny
I thought you knew short rap is money
Sucka mc, you dont need help
All you need to do is something else
Cause mc rappers are all around
And sucka mcs are like bloodhounds
Sniffing away, to find a rhyme
Just quit rapping and you wont rap mine
Short rap, Im so hard
She got her butter on my candy bar
No time to play, just work and work
I gotta kick back, call me bizurke
Cause thats just all she made me go
Toss it up short, I know you know
Short rap, is everything
Her worst nightmare, her wettest dream
Her mind, her body, short rap is life
Shes just a friend, shes not my wife
I wouldnt even let her in my car
And the babe said Im her lucky star
Im a fresh young bachelor, I roll caddy
86 her cause she said daddy
But thats not it, it wasnt that
Short rap is life so let me rap
I gotta stop sooner, but Ill stop later
Im her man, Im not a player
And I know just what shes thinking of
Sir too short, and all her love
But then she asked for my love back
And all I had was too short raps
I cant lie, I tried to try
Your fun not one, but dont asked why
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
Is everything
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
I dont stop, baby
Short rap, is everything
Its what I think, its what I sing
Short rap, in stereo
Short is what you think you know
Your rap is fresh, but look at me
I rap more rhymes than any mc
Living so close up on the hill
Short rap wont stop, it never will(echo)
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Nobody Does It Better
Funky fresh on the microphone
Too $hort
Too $hort
[ verse 1 ]
See, Im fresh like always, Im comin at you
And you know I wont stop till Im through
So get on it. now is the time
Too $hort, baby,s gonna spit that rhyme
At you, cause Im jammin, so check me
I play the music, even made the beat
Cause Im the most rappin, most rhymin
Rollin in a drop-top straight high-sidin
On you, boy, Im poppin the most
I come from oakland, dont play me close
Cause Im a player, love to play this game
I get funky out here, pumpin the name
Too $hort, the one and only, I just rock it
Fat bankrolls in my pocket
Call me the dirty rapper, Ill say, sure
But Im a young black entrepreneur
Im an mc, right? I own a company too
Programmed the drums and made the groove
So when you look in my face you see a wealthy man
I hope its not hard for you to understand
Im the businessman, its not the same
Im treated like a dope dealer runnin the game
And you wonder why I cant get no peace
Im makin more than the chief of police
Im
Too $hort
[ verse 2 ]
Now that Ive established one fact
I came here to rap
You got a choice to make about me
Can I get busy, are my raps too weak?
Boy, youre too grown, dont say Im borin
Just because you know I come from californ-
Ia where many rappers get no respect
Im at home in a tape deck
I get played and played until its all played out
Sucker mcs come to my house
They want a contract, get signed up
But like toys they need a good wind-up
Then the other suckers, sayin no names
Rap on the mic and use new york slang
Even though we dont talk like that out here
The point Im tryina make comes out so clear
You want paper or plastic, visa or cash?
You wanna burn rubber, gonna step on the gas
Now nip, dip, roll the strip
Gonna take your mind on a serious tip
Like always I made the beat funky
I keep your head bouncin like a dopefiend junkie
I got to say it before I break
I never rap fake
Cause im
Too $hort
[ verse 3 ]
See, Im fresh like always, no sweat
Its time to jump back in the mix and get
On it, now is the time
Too $hort, baby,s gonna spit that rhyme
I sell records everyday
And still I get no radio play
I got homies, they love my beat
So you hear me all over the streets
A tape rhymes with bass, I make it deep
The kinda tape youll always keep
So if you lose it, youre not my mamas son
It aint free, go and buy another one
Like a costume party on halloween
Mcs pop up on the scene
So you made a record, I saw your poster
Im still harder than you, boy, look closer
Wont say whos best, I just tell you the truth
Youre not makin money, so it couldnt be you
So if that leaves me, too $hort, baby
I keep it in tune like do-re-mi
With a strict rap tempo, bassline simple
Take that, its a too $hort rap
Its on you, boy, Im poppin the most
I come from oakland, dont play me close
Cause im
Too $hort
[ verse 4 ]
Nobody does it better
Tell you, nobody does it better than too $hort
I take a limousine to the airport
Fly first class, never ever last
Cause a brother like me, I pay cash
Twinkle, twinkle, star in the night
Dont look now, but Im shinin bright
I know you wanna hear my triple x
Foul language, girls and sex
Well, Im gonna tell you bout livin the life
Stayin in school and not smokin the pipe
Its hard to be a rich man, dont you know?
When you drop out of school and start smokin dope
It goes d-u-m-b
Youre lookin for some d?
Then start tweakin, its goin on
You dont like it? well, play another song
I got rhymes, you wanna hear?
I sing em every day of the year
You try to get it, you think you got it
I hope you like it, cause you sure cant stop it
This rap is so funky fresh
Too $hort, baby, in the flesh
And if you ever say Im through
So what? Im makin more than you
Cause im
Too $hort
song performed by by Too Short
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Life Is Too $hort
I remember how it all began
I used to sing dirty raps to my east side fans
Back then I knew ya couldnt stop this rap
No m.c. could rock like that
Then the new style came, the bass got deeper
Ya gave up the mike and bought you a beeper
Do ya wanna rap or sell coke?
Brothers like you aint never been broke
People wanna say its just my time
Brothers like me had to work for mine
Eight years on the mike and Im not jokin
Sir too short comin straight from oakland
California, home of the rock
Eight woofers in the trunk, beatin down the block
Short dog, Im that rappin man
I said it before and I ll say it again
Life is too short
Too short
Life is too short
Life is to some people unbearable
Committin suicide and thats terrible
Was it much too much or nothing big?
If ya live my life, youd be fightin to live
Life is to me my main asset
I be doin all right and keep it just like that
Chill out at the house and pump that bass
Im tryin to get rich as I rock the place
Everybodys got that same old dream
To have big money and fancy things
Drive a brand new benz, keep your banck right here
Never hear me stutter once because I talk real clear
Its on you, homeboy, watcha gonna do?
You can take my advice and start workin, fool
Or you can close your ears and run your mouth
And one day, homeboy, ya soon find out
Life is too short
Too short
Life is too short
Life is too short, would you agree?
While Im livin my life, dont mess with me
Its been a long time, baby, since I first got down
But I still keep makin these funky sounds
Cause I dont stop rappin, thats my theme
I make a lot of money, do you know what I mean?
Like this, complicated ya must stay up
Ya asked a simple question boy, dont say what?
Ya only live once and ya callin it hell
Policeman tryin to take ya to jail
You could give a man time but you dont know
I a matter of time, Ill be runnin the show
Now another young buck wants to be on top
Makin big money, slangin hop
The task force tryin ta peel your cap
Turn around, homeboy, ya better watch your back
Life is too short
Too short
Life is too short
You can take back all the things you give
But ya cant take back the days you live
Life is to some peole whove been on earth
Livin every single day for what its worth
I live my life just how I please
Satisfy one person I know, thats me
Work hard for the things I achieve in life
And never rap fake when Im on the mike
Cause if a dream is all you got, homeboy
Ya gotta turn that dream into the real mccoy
Not time to waste, just get on that case
Ya cant be down cause ya need to taste
A good life livin like a king on a throne
Gettin everything ya want and tryin to have all your own
So life
Dont be stupid though
Cause when ya waste it, youll know
Life is
Life is
All right, thats it
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Mack Attack
Its a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is too $hort baby, I dont play that jack
Im from the dangerous crew, and I tell you its true
Everything they say about playboy too
Im $hort dog, aint nothing nice
I drink g-juice and wouldnt cut it with ice
>from the eastside baby, oakland town
Cant understand why Im so down?
Im not a whitewall, Im a vogue
Like a zenith wire wheel I roll
Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
It was everything you wanted cause I cant be weak
Yeah baby thats it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my dj fresh on wax
Put it on the turntable, I got taps
It started burning up, wires smoking
Had to be the sound coming straight from oakland
$hort dog, its a mack attack
My name is too $hort baby, I dont play that jack
One young tender lost all hope
Slapped her in the face with my dunkey rope
Another young sucker tried to front my staff
Saw it on his face when they broke him in half
It was the dangerous crew, and I tell you its true
Everything they say about playboy too
When I say my rhymes, Im never fake
When you start my beat, thats when I break
On you, and it dont stop, and it dont stop, and it wont stop
Cause Im too $hort baby on the microphone and Im macking
Im not a wannabe pimp, I never simp
Since I started walking I had this limp
It was a cool type walk, just like me
The too s-h-o-r-t
I might be young, but I spit this game
I start it with p, and it ends the same
If your brain is lame, remember the name
When its too $hort baby, aint nothing plain
Dangerous music on the microphone
Makes you wanna break your hip bone
Might break your leg, or maybe your back
Grooving to hard to my mack attack
Its really not easy, you know its hard
Sort of just like my gangster car
You know what I mean, vern? its like funny
I mack legit and make all the money
See my capital t on my diamond ring
We hook up the beat and love to swing
So while youre out there grooving back and forth
I want you to scream out sir too $hort (sir too $hort!)
Dont stop that rap (dont stop that rap!)
And its just like that
Get buy girls, while I rap
I make big money, that aint no crap
When I grab that mic, and spit my rhymes
I gotta have an 8 or 909 beat
So I can rock you all night long, shes
On my tip, she love my song, he
Tried to do it but did it wrong, freaks
Want to get my all alone, but Im macking
I finally got a chance to grab my pen
And make another rhyme so I can make more ends
Its a rush production, not the beat
I rushed it out the studio and hit the street
Now Im rocking one more time
Young girls love my too $hort rhyme
But that big fat girl better let that go
Before I point right at her say ho!
Im riding drop-top caddy, I dont dip fake
I step on the gas then I hit the break
Do it again as I catch the beat
Youre feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white capezio
Had my 501s, five dunkey ropes
Couldnt be saved by john the pope
The m, a, c and k, from oakland, california
Im too $hort baby, no I dont play, Im macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
You know it looks good in those pants
So damn good, I had to glance
Now Im macking
See this gold? I bought it all
Now every night you young freaks call
You see my car? its my best friend
So it you touch, youll meet your end
Time will tell, just keep it cool
Dont play that game, dont be no fool
Ill burn rubber all down your block
You know what I want so keep the door unlocked
Im coming in baby, dont waste no time
Its a mack attack, and now youre mine
Dangerous music is what it seems
The reason this floor just met those jeans
I was running the game all in your ear
Youre talking bout love to a stone cold player
Girl look good and wanna have that sex
Took another look and wanted to break that neck
Its a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is too $hort baby, I dont play that jack
Im from the dangerous crew, and I know its true
The only thing youll say about playboy too
Is Im macking
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Dead Or Alive
I heard there was a rumor too $hort was dead
Walked in the house and got shot in the head
I know you dont believe it, if you do youre wrong
How can I die and rock it all night long?
Im too $hort baby, spit that rap
I put oakland, california on the map
Its so hard, got you telling lies
Cant hold me back so you say I died
Its incredible, I came back to life
I never let em bury me without my mic
I keep breathing, dont stop that breath
Now everybodys talking about too $horts death
Am I a zombie, or something close?
Im not casper, I mack all the ghosts
Oaktown style is the only way
I catch a new freak every day
Its not the yellow brick road, its called the foothill strip
Stand on your toes, make your heels go click
Three times, its no place like home
So why you wanna bury me all alone
I bring a new meaning to underground rap
Dead or alive, Im still born to mack
Always on the pop charts, straight rapping
Im not dead, Im just macking
So as the word turns, Im a living soul
I even heard a rumor that I overdosed
Im not a reincarnation of something old
Like king tut I was buried in gold
Why you wanna cry when Im still living?
Word got out and the rumors started spreading
My momma, called one night
Said todd, are you all right?
The whole familys got the too $hort blues
I heard it last night on the evening news
And thats bad, its not even true
I told my momma like this lets sue
So many times, I heard I died
I guess Im like a cat and I got nine lives
Well Im the p-l-a, y-e-r
I lay bunnies, like hugh heffner
Im her flavor, kinda saucy
I lay back and let the young freak toss me
Even if she dont like serving a pimp
Im still living, so lets do it again
I keep rapping, hard as hell
Cause your rumors make my records sell
If you continue, Ill soon be rich
Riding around town going biiiitch!
People always say too $hort cant rap
Now I drive a benz and my bank is fat
Its like crap, put a c on a rhyme
Aint nothing left homie but a scandalous crime
Im the best damn rapper you could ever hate
Say I died on the freeway in the earthquake
Say Im washed up, say Im through
But the fact still stands Im better than you
You got rhymes? well I got more
I take you on a trip to my rappin store
You find rhymes and raps, poems and caps
Way more raps than any rapper could rap
Cause if you rap like me, he wouldnt have to be
Weak on the mic like my boy mc
It dont stop, to the funky beat
I know you like dancing with a real big freak
I cant dance, but I sure can rhyme
I sold a million, in 89
And if you didnt know baby, its the 90s now
Old short dog got a new breakdown
I went to mikos, fresh candy paint
Now Im doing things that the suckers cant
If I was dead, theyd call it dead mans rap
But on the real, short dog is back
Funk funky, off the parliament
Im still living, so lets do it again
Its incredible, even if I die
I never let em bury me without my mic
I bring a new meaning, to underground rap
Dead or alive, Im still born to mack
I say whats up to my homies in santa rita
Right about now I know you need a
Too $hort rhyme to get you through the day
Oaktown style is the only way
I came up, and now Ive sworn
To rock this mic til I cant no more
And thats game, straight pop the most
Mc rapper from the west coast
Too $hort, dead or alive
I still chill on the eastside
Cause I remember how it all began
House parties in east oakland
Now its on the pop charts, still rapping
Im not dead, Im just macking
song performed by by Too Short
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In The Oaktown
(verse 1):
You hear me talking you know Im from the o-a-k
I tell it like it is and thats the only way
Im the m the a the c the k I write my rhymes everyday
Now all you one-rap rappers what are you doin
I got so many raps so just go right thru em
My name is short but I rap long rhymes
Hand me your mic I do it all the time
Now could you be like me I hate to say it
Its like comparin mickey ds and quick ways
You only got 3 stores I got the whole wide world
I get beeps everyday from your favorite girl
But Im such a dog I never call tha freak
Hit it once and she was just too weak
At my house I keep finer things
The candy paints, got her sprung on my diamond rings
She could live like a queen if she was miss too $hort
Have 2 babies, get child support
But at this point she gets nathin from me
I aint fakin it, freak, Im just makin the beat
So dont dance, ride the strip
All day long playin too $hort hits
Pop in the tape and start ridin
Silly young freak who started sidin
In the oaktown
(chorus):
Oaktown , oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
In the oaktown
Oaktown , oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown , oak-oak-oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown
(verse 2):
See Im a true mc, Im not a mc fool
Im just rich and famous and way too cool
I get paid to rhyme and I do mean gz
You dont like my raps dont buy em please
I give you no refund cause my bass is phat
Make it hit so hard just like a punch in the back
Its that dopefiend beat got my rap on your plate
Tryin to bite my style and make a demo tape
Now could you be like me or someone else
Bass hittin hard like the freaky tales
Oaktown style it goes just like this
If you never heard me rap dont trip
Cause I hit the scene with my homie too clean
We slap hands like a tag team
Some people say they dont like cali raps
People like that must be smokin that crack
I rhyme good its been 10 long years
Gettin sick of all that stuff I always hear
Too $hort cant rap, hes from the westcoast
Between me and you patna I sell the most
So lets take it to the stage and dont get scared
Cause me and too clean, we come well prepared
They call me playboy short, and the girls I play
Every single day
In the oaktown
(chorus): till the end
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Paystyle
Yo kid won't you bust your little freestyle yo?
Say what?
You want me to bust a freestyle?
*chuckling*
I don't even know how to do freestyles main
You know i get paid to rap
Bosko, bring the beat in main (aight)
I been rappin for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now sayin pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went to school
Talkin bout pimp game, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff
Now you're flowin like your name is water
But i'm ten years older and my game is harder
I'm not tryin to say you're out there dissin
I'm just tryin to say homeboy listen
Before you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin other mc's mackin styles
And it's all from head, passin round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
You sound like snoop dogg, then you switched to treach
Bit the pharcyde then a tribe called quest
And you gots no respect for me, is that right?
Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight
And keep rappin, i'm floatin past all the stops
In a clean ass benz i have all the props
Don't need credit from a rapper can you match my visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real trick pleaser
And a too $hort fan, faithfully
When i came to your town she couldn't wait to see me
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
Let me tell you somethin bout a playa named short
Rappers always talk about the way i can't flow
But let me hit the mall with the same mc's
I be signin autographs, spend a gang of g's
While you walkin round broke, nobody knows ya
Lookin like you smoked a whole sack of doja
Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars
Standin in a circle with some wannabe stars
Freestylin, but you ain't original
Say you shootin everything when you sympin those
And to think you could hang with me
I never would spit this game for free
I'm the t-double-o, s-h, o-r-t
I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is gettin bank
Gettin girls, gettin hella dank
I drop my top when it's hot and sunny
You can't talk about me you ain't havin no money
I set trends in the rap and don't doubt me
And care less when other rappers talk about me
I know all you suckers, heard me rap
So hard, i put your momma in my dirty rap
That's right, all night cause she's a damn good trick
Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it
I'm not a no good punk, i coulda dogged your mother
But life is too $hort, so i kept it undercover
Now you're all grown up, with your partners rappin
But old short dawg'll your ass what happened
To a fake mc, who tried to get with me
I ended his career, instantly
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
*long musical interlude*
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
Now ask new york, can too $hort flow
Ask detroit, they'll let y'all know
Then ask philly, can i rap
South side of chicago, who's the mack?
I never ever tripped when you slipped tried to rap about me
Everytime i perform, i make a lot of g's
Cause i'm paid in the underground rap world
Eatin good like two hundred pound fat girls
Every single day at the house what's wrong wichu
Eatin fast food if you only knew
I understand though, cause i been there befo'
Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go
Daydreams, about bein great
It all started back when i was sellin tapes
In eighty-two eighty-three eighty-fo' on up
Waitin still waitin just to blow on up
And when it happened, i still had to wait
I didn't get paid til eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I'm a true blue west coast pioneer
Dr. dre, ice-t, and all the rest
All that money we makin don't fault the west
Cause we ain't the ones who created rap
But when the west coast laid it, we made it fat
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
Bitch!
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Comin Under Fire
Your kind of woman gotta heart of stone
But watch it break when I get you alone
Take a chance, come lay down with me
Oh, I wanna make it
Slow and steady never lost the race
Dont stop runnin, Im a fool for the chase
Play the game, surrender to me
Baby, I dont wanna fake it
Is it any wonder, you got me comin under fire
Comin like thunder, you know you make me walk the wire
Its so easy to put on a show
Your body says yes but you wont let it go
But my passion it wont slip away
Oh Im not going crazy
Is it any wonder, you got me comin under fire
Comin like thunder, you know you make me walk the wire
Under fire, you got me comin under fire
You got me comin under fire
Oh yeah, Im comin under fire
You body says yes
But baby, please let it go
Let it go
You got me, Im cornered, my back to the wall
No bed of roses, aint no bed at all
Im walkin the wire, I stumble and fall
I got my message but I aint gonna crawl
Is it any wonder, you got me comin under fire
Comin like thunder, you know you make me walk the wire
Is it any wonder, you got me comin under fire
Comin like thunder, you know you make me walk the wire
Under fire, you got me comin under fire
You got me comin under fire
Oh yeah, Im comin under fire
song performed by by Def Leppard
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I Aint Trippin
I was told not long ago
Too $hort dont stop that rap!
Now everytime I grab the mic
I rock you just like that
8 years ago when I started to rap
I use to sell tapes everywhere
It was me and my homeboy freddy b, yoo
Kickin it like big players
Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills
I rocked houseparties on 98th
Even rocked in 69 vill
Might find me on the mic at hot lips house
Or at the eastbay dragonspot
All the 85th boys with their hand in the air
Screamin too $hort just dont stop!
Like royal park, like plymouth rock
First street and sunnyside
Like sobrante park and brookefield
East oakland, yeah, thats right
5 years ago I continued to rock
And if you havent yet heard my name
It was all in the papers, on the evening news
I was stone cold in the game
Around that time a friend of mine
My homeboy lionel b hooked me up like this, yoo
On the stage just rockin the beat
Some say I have a dirty mind
Sometimes that might be true
But these are just some dirty times
I aint trippin on you...
I aint trippin, keep on talkin
You think Im smokin that pipe
I got money, homeboy
I even got some of your future wifes
Well, my story goes like this, man
I smooth went out on wax
Singin girl, thats your life
Female funk and shortrapp
Silky d worked the beat kicked me cold cash
I was ridin the bus one day
Next day I was on the gas
Everybody loved too $hort
Rollin down the strip
Then one day just like that
Homeboy jumped on my tip
You started spreadin rumors, man
Said you saw me rappin in jail
No, I never came down to the flatlands
I was chillin with the homies from the hill
I aint trippin but the word went out
Sir too $hort was through
Cant really say where it all began
So ima blamin it all on you
Everybody use to say
Too $hort dont stop that rap!
Now everytime you see my face
You say Im smokin crack
Oakland, california, I heard it all before
Im makin big bank now, rockin the crowd
I aint trippin no more...
Now Im back on top again
I still dont stop that rap
Everytime I grab the mic
My bankrolls gettin fat
Freaky tales took care of that
You know Im comin up
Cause everytime you see my face
Im rollin all so tough
When I made the cut...the-he-he freaky tales
I started picturin this
I named my album born to mack
With the cleaniest raps and beats
Everythin was kickin in
Me and ran kept cashin checks
Next thing I know there you go
Guess whos on my tip?
You said I just got out of jail
Jumped right back on that pipe
Your sisters boyfriend told you, man
Im smokin every night
Then you came to my show
And stood there so damn bold
You said too $hort, man, you smoking
And Im standin here dreamin gold
I aint trippin no more
Really aint worth my time
So to squashed it off I kicked on back
And wrote you all the rhyme
Benzes rollin, beemers jettin
And caddies keep on dippin
You keep on talkin all that crap
I aint trippin...
song performed by by Too Short
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Got More Rhymes
[ VERSE 1 ]
Now from planet to planet, and from star to star
It doesn't really matter, baby, just who you are
And from Earth to solar system, and to galaxy
It's real hard to get a ticket to hear Young MC
Because I rock like a professional, this ain't no lark
You either hear me at a party, or you see me in the park
I rocked the many places far away from my home
I guess that must be the reason why I'm so well known
I rocked from Iowa to Idaho, Canada to Mexico
I came into the place, you party people, just to let you know
My name is the Young MC, ladies want to come to me
And when they're in my arms, the ladies never ever front on me
Thinkin that you know the deal, boy, why don't you be for real
I love to rock the mic, and sometimes even rock the wheels of steel
Rock the place without a doubt, now I'm gonna turn it out
So listen very close, so I can tell you that it's all about
RHYMES
More RHYMES
Party people, I'm the Young MC, and I got RHYMES
Let me tell you something
Young MC got more RHYMES
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now with a voice like this I rock so well
But I'm not Prince, Lionel Richie, or Patti Labelle
I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders, or the B-52's
My name is Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose
Cause when the music comes in, the beat starts thumpin
And I'm the only man to keep the girlies high jumpin
I'm the doctor on the mic, and yes, I'm so sure
That all you need is one visit, then you'll be cured
Cause in the game of rap I am the referee
When the others need help, they'll come to me
Like Judge Joe Wapner on the _People's Court_
My name is Young MC, rockin on the mic is my sport
And now you know, just from those 12 lines
That a fella like me never falls behind
Cause I'm the cream of the crop, and the leader of the pack
Once you give me the mic, you know there's no turnin back
Because I got more rhymes then the other guys do
They're just a monkey, I'm the whole damn zoo
I can't use a book, I use a hefty bag
Because they're just a string, I'm the American flag
I got more rhymes than water seen by a sailor
More than husbands of Elizabeth Taylor
More than Babe Ruth has hit home runs
Yo, my name is Young MC, so go out there and have some fun
With RHYMES
More RHYMES
I gotta tell you something
Young MC got RHYMES
Party people, I got more RHYMES
Bust it
[ VERSE 3 ]
RHYMES - what are these things that I talk about?
Hear them in the walkman everytime you wanna walk about
Never lost a battle in which I fought
And if rhyme was a crime, I'd never get caught
I had to go to college, because I am an intellectual
I only sleep with women, cause I am heterosexual
Rock the microphone anyplace, anytime
That's why I had to write a jam and call it Got More Rhymes
Now as a consequence of this
I'd like to make some sense of this
And tell the party people all the reasons that I sent you this
RHYME that I continue to say
School starts in September, graduation in May
And when I graduate RHYMES'll keep comin
Girls try to flock and jock, but stop bummin
Cause I'm the kinda guy that you never wanna toy with
And now you know that I'm talkin about the boy with
RHYMES
More RHYMES
When you say Young MC, you are sayin RHYMES
Party people, Young MC got more RHYMES
Yeah
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Short Dogs In The House
Moving up! east oakland, yeah thats right (repeat 4x)
Oakland, california, west coast life
You either play the game or you smoke the pipe
I became a rapper at the age 14
No gold ropes, no diamond rings
But look at me now, 10 years later
Ask any mc if I rap greater
See Im known in fresno, even the big o
>from san diego to sacramento
Theyll tell you yes, wherever you go
And I bet my life wont one say no
Aint nothing like a too $hort fan
I aint tripping, you can play it again
Dont fight the feeling, life is me
I rock shows in nashville, tennessee
It wasnt hee haw, so dont laugh
At the good ol boys getting autographs
In cinncinatti, I know you heard
I got fined for the cusswords
Its true, baby, so so unique
Might slap your man, or just thump your freak
I come to your town, Im not under
I want your name and your telephone number
You think Im faking, but Ill call
We only got one night to do it all
I know baby its such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit another city
Cold macking in the game is all we do
Me and the boys called the dangerous crew
I used to be local til I signed with jive
Too $hort then went nationwide
I went to georgia with the too $hort sound
I went down like bobby brown
I said a rap and they took me to jail
Pulled out my bank, and made bail
This is my story, it could not wait
It all started out in the golden state
California, where I was born and raised
I used to play the drum in my younger days
I just hit that beat any way I can
Smooth high-stepping in the marching band
I turned in my drum and I started to rap
Now beats I make, make my bank so fat
Its too $hort, on the mic tonight
Pennsylvania, can you see the light?
>from chicago, to indiana
>from mississippi, to alabama
Louisiana, even texas
Females, call me sexist
But dont they love it, you know me
Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me
Like engine, engine, number 9
Homies run a train, standing in line
If that train jumps off the track
Then my brother you will catch the clap
>from colorado, to arizona
All the way back home to california
In chatanooga, they know the tip
Short dog in the house, Im that flip
Getting clip, or playing pool
I cant help it Im so damn cool
Call me dog or leave me alone
Im riding in a caddilac fleetwood chrome
With too clean, behind the wheel
Im riding shotgun, rapping for real
Total boss in the back, give me superside
They like to roll em fat cause you know we ride
To the beat yall, and it dont stop
It goes on cause I dont stop rapping
Now you know, nothing but the dog in me
You make love to me and I still act stingy
Oh should I pay you? you must be tripping
I didnt buy you and I sure aint renting
I said I love you cause you gave me head
I didnt love you when we got out the bed
If I could love you, you know I would
But what you giving, aint all that good
A little southern hospitality
Youd better try to get away from me
I love money, and I just cant fake it
I go to magic city and the girls dance naked
Im somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But Im living like an oaktown mack
Im in the house yall, Im like ? peeser? yall
Rat heads get nothing but cheese, yall
Or get slapped, put up your dukes
I kick you in your ass with my nike boots
Some rappers try to be just like too $hort
Can hang with the dog, youd better stay on the porch
In minnesota, virginia beach
Wisconson, I got freaks
Atlanta, little rock
Louisville, it dont stop
Kansas city, missouri
I rock the house in east st. louis
Detroit, its like oakland
Its a black thing, and Im a black man
To all my brothers in the u.s.a.
Too $hort baby dont even play
Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat
I cross the bridge and hit 3rd street
Years ago, I rocked that joint
I say whats up to my homies from hunters point
We go a long way back, its always been like that
In the days that short dog was so young at the rap
Im in the house!
Moving up! east oakland, yeah thats right (repeat 4x)
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Short But Funky
Verse 1:
Life is too short but now its kind of funky
I make the beats for me and my homies
Newspaper reporters and others always ask me
Why Im x-rated and I rap so nasty
When I was a teen I did nothing else
But pick up a pen and express myself
The things I wrote were obsene and kind of dirty
But mama always said the truth couldnt hurt me
She also said that it would set me free
I guess she was r-i-g-h-t on the nail
Cause now Im out making my mail
It all started out from a freaky tale
If thats what sells then Im a stick with it
Short dog aint changing, so forget it
You can sell out if you want to, homie
But Im a stay short but funky
Verse 2:
Dont stop, just call it verse two
Its short dog baby from the dangerous crew
Not your average everyday fake rap on the micro
I might say something that your mother dont like so
Dont play it loud if shes around to see
But you can play this cause its rated pg
When Im rated x Im just having my fun
I bring a smile to each and every one
But theres a serious side in everything I say
Life is too short for you to wait til the next day
Just straighten up your life and you can start right here
Drop the cocaine and the bottles of beer
People always say it aint right to preach
But take my advice, get wise and reach for the sky
So you can live like a king homie
And Im a stay short but funky
Verse 3:
You never catch me on the mic rappin a dance tune
I like it kind of mellow with the sound of the bass boom
The style is mine, Ive been doing it for ten
You might say its simple, but Im making my ends
See I dont trip on a punk cause I jack him
Too $hort plus the cuss words equals platinum
What would I look like dancing on a stage
I wave my hand and do it like the old days
But some dumb fool want to take it out of hand
With 50 million dancers and a big old band
That aint me, Im from the old school
Play the instrumental, get the mic and Im cool
Cause Im an oaktown mack and its like that, so
It all comes out in my records and my stage show
In my category Im the one and only
And Im a stay short but funky
Hey yo, thats it
Baby jesus
Dog baby from the dangerous crew
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Im Comin
Ugh ugh Im comin
Watch ya back Im comin
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Big will for the y2k ugh
Feel the earth tremble see the skies turn red
Eclipses shooting stars turn ya head
Volcanoes erupted rage in the sea
Aint the second coming of christ
The first coming of me
They say if you downward the nile
It would throw off the rotation of the earth
Well messing with me is worse
Feel the rain button up you overcoat
Watch the illadelph bad boy go quote for quote
Well yall want the best well Im right here
You looking for competition aint no one near
Yall in the stands dissin kickin dirt and missin
My heavenly flows put mcs in hells kitchen ugh
And Im so Im so hot hot yall burnin up hot
I step in its like the wedding between hope and armaggedon
The hip hop moses to where we headin yall
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
Cant hold me back uh uh
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
When I was born there was a rainbow formed with no sun
Roy g bid marking the path for the chosen one
An angel my grandma told me before she died
Smart folks dont need to put no cursing in they rhymes
So from cd to tv to movies back to rhymin
My lifestats makes jordans six rings seem common
Yall hate I retaliate just by being great
Big will the enemy of your mental state
With the same rhyme I used to burn your idol in a battle
To subdue you into saying look I dont wanna battle
Mib w3 mad respect
Black stealthbombarama but yall cant detect that
Im comin is what I screamed
As a teen armed with discipline faith and a dream
After smoke clears after lifes roller coasters
See who stands putting his mic into his holster what
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
Cant hold me back uh uh
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
Batten down the hatches and latch the doors
You wanna try to match my whits with yours
Three hits I hit you you hit the floor
This track is the third hit thats for sure
Beat thick reminiscin of a bodacelli
Im like a cheetah huntin out on the serengeti
I got my x ray vision through all in my way
No plan b it distracts from plan a
Stage splitting in half earthquake style
Evacuate your premisses the hardcore nemesis
I never miss my flow never flawed
Grab mics and send electric shocks through the cord
Quest for the rings my only weapons intuition
My future positions determined by past decisions
So young george bush Im thinking bout runnin
Maybe not this time but trust dude ugh
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
Cant hold me back uh uh
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
Tra knox
Comin comin you cant stop me
Comin comin cant hold me back no
Comin comin you cant stop me
Comin comin cant hold me back
Comin comin you cant stop me
Comin comin cant hold me back no
Comin comin you cant stop me
Comin comin cant hold me back
song performed by by Will Smith
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I Come Off
aah na-na, na-na
Now I wrote this record for when I perform,
from the nights inside a university dorm,
I put pen to paper with a paper and pen,
for the times I'm rockin' the mic in front of women and men,
I get raw like Eddie, rough like Freddy,
Kreuger with a luger turnin' men into spaghetti,
I'm like Fats Domino, up on Blueberry Hill,
'cause my rhymes are funky fresh not run of the mill,
And like a king has palaces I give an analyis,
You can't talk because you suffer from paralysis,
of the mouth, of the lip, of the tounge, comin' to you complements of a
brother named Young,
Now you can't talk because I'm leaving you speechless,
so be quiet and let an educater teach this,
It's due to my producer, so he's in a rage. And Mike you control the vinyl
I'll control the stage 'cause I come of,
Chorus
Four score and seven years ago
there were a whole bunch of rappers who were in the know
Four score and seven years later
I dig a hole in those rappers like the moon with a crater
Because they battle me they're really taking a risk,
Cause you're an eight track tape and I'm a compact disc,
And like Tyson drops boxers in rapid succesion,
I'm droppin' MCs in the rappin' proffesion
I'm comin' off, just like the clothes on a hooker,
and I can fly like Jimmy Superfly Snooka,
Like a shuttle goes up into outer space, people's hands go up when I enter
the place,
I don't mean to brag or boast just to tell ya I'm great, but I can rock the
microphone like Dorothy Hammil can skate,
Yeah, I can say a funky rhyme like Greg Luganis can dive, Don't have to be
Saturday night for Young MC to get live 'cause I come off,
Chorus
Yo I come off, My name is Young MC and baby I come off
Yo the brother's comin' off, Bust this, Here we go
Now one behold, Young MC struck gold,
form the rhymes that I've been sayin' to the young and the old,
From the battles I've been havin' with the smart and the dumb,
From the records I've been makin' with the mic and the drum,
You know the other rappers wanna play a game with me,
they run and hide when they hear the name of Young MC,
Like a kid playing tag, that's how it's got to be
so when I start I say Oli Oli Oxenfree,
Yo, you can never write a rhyme as strong as this one,
So pay attention 'cause you don't wanna miss one, of my healthy rhymes
nobody's are healthier, New York, New Jersy, LA or Philidelphia,
City to city, and town to town, place to place
country to country, cause I get around
Even if you were in prison you'da heard me play
cause the warden had me rock and I'm on the PA,
So when you get out come and see my show
and if you start static back in you go
'Cause comin' off is the title and the theme of the jam,
and when the rhymes are finally finished people say God damn
cause I come off
Chorus
I come off. Yo baby, I come off. Here we go
song performed by by Young MC
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Boss D. J.
Theres a steel train comin through I would take it if I could
And I would not lie to you because sunday mornin soon will come
When things will be much easier to say
Upon the microphone like a boss dj
But I wont walk up upon the sea like it was dry land
Boss dj aint nothin but a man
No trouble, no fuss, I know why..
Its so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice,
Its so nice dont wanna hear the same song twice
Rumors are spreading all over my town
But its just stones and sticks,
Upon the microphone is where I go to get my fix
Just let the lovin take a hold cuz it will if you let it
Im funky not a junkie but I know where to get it
No trouble no fuss I know why
Its so nice I wanna hear the same song twice
Its so nice I wanna hear the same song twice
Oooee girl
Oooee girl
Oooee girl
Ooee girl and there really aint no time to waste
Really aint no time to hate
Aint got no time to waste, time to hate
Really aint no time to make the time go away
So mister dj dont stop the music,
I wanna know,
Are you feelin the same way too?
I wanna rock it wih you-ou girl,
You-ou girl, you-ou girl, oooooo
Mmmmmhmmmhhmmm
Dont stop
cuz its so nice I wanna hear the same song twice,
Its so nice I wanna hear the same song twice
Nowadays all the songs on the radio,
They all,
All drive me crazy
song performed by by Sublime
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dont Fight The Intro
Say, hoe...yeah! you...
Can I ask you a question?
Can you get in where you fit in, bitch?
Get mad if you want, I wont front
Cause I got a new tape and its full of bumps
So roll you raps over they all out-dated
Too $hort, baby, comin straight x-rated
Oakland funk is all on this tape
You heard seven get ready for eight
Thats right, bitch,
$hort said eight of them
Dont belive me?
Start countin while I name them
Dont stop rappin
Girl, thats your life
Talkin about smokin that glass-pipe
Players? was the wickedest
And thats the realler
But I still came hard on coke-dealers
Raw, uncut & x-rated? born to mack? life is...too $hort? is where I first went platinum
$hort dogs in the house? came next
And $horty the pimp? makes seven, bitch...
And it dont stop to the beat, baby...
Get in where you fit in, bitch!
song performed by by Too Short
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Make It Funky
(make it funky)
So the people can get down to the funky sound
Cause my crew dont mess around
(make it funky)
So the girls can get busy,dog the dance floor
Make the guys get dizzy
(make it funky)
Totally def as evil e guts the records and the beat is kept
(make it funky)
Stupid fly,its got to the f-u-n-k why?
So that you can get loose as I produce sounds hard as the deuce
Manipulate the bass gain give the levels a boost
The lyric layer rhyme sayer,born to be player
If politics were my kick then Id be your mayor
Governator,senator,Im your mentor
Rap rhythm is erratic,time is four, four
Im the microphone scholar,clockin long dollars
Here to make the place funky while the fly girls holler
Genius vocalist,rhyme style priceless
Pound of gold around my neck,mic in my first
The microphone virtuoso crazy insane Im loco
With the speed to exceed,make other mcs look slow mo
Un-lease release words mean as a beast
I eat mcs for lunch and dinner,i can serve for a feast
Their rhymes are elementary,mine deserve a ph d
This beat is f-u-n-key my name is ice t
Make it funky
Undoubtedly you recognize this jam is the ultimate cut
Uncontrollably you motivate and move your butt
Its rough the beat is gangsterous,call it tough
If youre dissn stop frontin,come on whats up?
Complicated voice gymnastics are all in your face
Vegas got my highs,e.vs got control my bass
My break is comin get busy no time ta waste
Nows the time do body work heres the place
Make it funky
Make it funky enough so the tracks lay tough
cause Im tossin it up and the ice dont bluff
The girl charmer toy harmer,juice strong as armor
When I stand upon the stage you could call it melodrama
Intense suspense my voice emcee
I wouldnt have you come and see me under false pretense
The girlies do be wildnas Im profilin
Limos lined around the block for about a milena half
Autographs the list goes on
If you forgot it make it funky is the name of this song
Stupid dope and you know it,it rates a ten
You pray my dj cuts the records so it starts again
cause I can keep the mic cookin for an entire month
My rhymes are always hard hittin I dont know how to bunt
My dj cuts like a laser e-v-i-l-e
Put your finger on the records
Make it,make it funky
Make it funky
song performed by by Ice T
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You Got It
(jerry ragovoy/linda laurie)
Warmer than sunshine, baby
Sweeter than tears
Thats how my life has been
Since you first appeared
You opened up my heart
To everything fine
You put a light inside me
And you made me shine
From the time I met you everything came true
All I ever dreamed
I found in you
Ooh, you got it
Theres no way
Im gonna live without it
Nothin can stop it
Im all yours
cause baby you got it all
You keep me movin baby
To the beat of your drum
I love what youre doin
And where youre comin from
And when you hold me baby
Its like we are one
cause you got a motion
That gets me all undone
When you took my life and turned it all around
Ooh, you got me flying
Dont take me down
Ooh, you got it
Theres no way
Im gonna live without it
Nothin can stop it
Im all yours
cause baby you got it all
You know I cant control
For what I feel in my soul
My heart is full of you
All I wanna do is to love you
Love you the rest of my life
Keep it comin
Dont stop now
Spread your love around me
Do it now, do it now
Ooh, you got it
Theres no way
Im gonna live without it
Nothin can stop it
Im all yours
cause baby you got it all
Ooh, you got it
Theres no way
Im gonna live without it
Nothin can stop it
Im all yours
cause baby you got it all
Ooh, you got it
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Keep It Comin
Ill keep it, Ill keep it, Ill keep it, Ill keep it...
Ill keep it comin with the oooh, oooh
Ill keep it comin with the oooh, oooh
Ill keep it comin with the oooh, oooh
Aint it great to be alive
Aint it great to breathe
Aint it great to have hit songs hidden up my sleeves
I aint silly and my songs aint cute
I dont fly like a bird I just shine for loot...uh!
You can believe I aint close to done
You talk hits, youve never been close to one
You aint supposed to run, you can tell them I said that
Quick from the get, you know my hearts where my heads at
Ill keep it comin with the oooh, oooh
Ill keep it comin with the oooh, oooh
Ill keep it comin with the oooh, oooh
Ill keep it, Ill keep it, Ill keep it,..
Ill keep it comin with the oooh, oooh
Ill keep it comin with the oooh, oooh
Ill keep it comin with the oooh, oooh
Spent the last six months sittin out in the cold
You know I cried for help but I got put on hold
We dropped doublewide and you thought it would fold
It wasnt lookin good, but now your uncle went gold
Sold five hundred thou like plow
Pushed one million everybody went how?
Now Im two plus...sittin two plush
I dare your punk ass to ask me what?
I sold the farm and bought it right back
I was sittin in the red but now Im back in the black...uh!
Im in tact went from broke to plastic
All my hoopties turned into classics
Ive outlasted singin yes yes yall
Got em all kinda hopin Ill return their calls
And just when you thought that there was nothin to see
You heard me comin around the corner hummin..follow me
And here I am, Im live and direct
Im makin everybody wonder what Im gonna do next
I dont flex because thats not my style
Ill be singin what Im bringin baby all the while and i...
Ill keep it comin with the oooh, oooh
Ill keep it comin with the oooh, oooh
Ill keep it comin with the oooh, oooh
Ill keep it, Ill keep it, Ill keep it,..
Ill keep it comin with the oooh, oooh
Ill keep it comin with the oooh, oooh
Ill keep it comin with the oooh, oooh
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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