- Votes:
 - Composer:
 - Todd Anthony Shaw
 
- Tags:
 - gangsta rap
 - hell
 - hiphop - rap scratch breaks
 - stream
 - too short rhymes
 
- See also:
 
Too $hort - Rhymes lyrics
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
 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"
 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 my none stop rhymes
 You will never hear pause when I say these lines
 So go on and on, I'm Sir Too $hort
 Just what you've 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
 Here's to you, keep rhymin' and boy, don't quit
 I say, this is how it goes when I say my rap
 Most times when I rhyme wouldn't be like that
 'Cause the way I write rhymes you will comprehend
 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' like you just shot up
 So, boy, straightin' up I'm still rappin'"
 Comin' at you fresh, do you know what happened?
 I'm sayin' rhymes messin' with your mind
 I didn't want your, girl, 'cause she really ain't fine
 I took her to a motel could've 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 don't stop
 I'm 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
 DJ's who know call me Mister $hort
 All you wanna be mothers get no child support
 I'm 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
 I'll always be one up on youToo $hort - Rhymes - http://motolyrics.com/too-short/rhymes-lyrics.html
 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 you're gonna do is wanna rock this beat
 It's so rough, so tough when I talk this stuff
 When I get on the mic I can't get enough
 I'm the rapper of the season, fresh and decent
 All my raps are smooth and decent
 I'm that rapper known place to place
 For the hardest raps with the hardest bass
 You see I rap all the time, that's the point
 When I walk in the place I just jam the joint
 Singin' old Too $hort's on the microphone
 The beat's so fresh can't 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 that's the chance you take
 So you better come fresh and don't be fake
 All you weak MC's with your weak drum beats
 Tellin' all your people you can hang with me
 Count one to ten count ten to twenty
 And I'll just keep on makin' money
 Life is Too $hort, I don't stop
 I'm hooked on money like a junkie on top
 I got to make it every day, I won't go broke
 Ask me am I rich and I'll say, "No"
 I'm your homeboy Too $hort back again
 Puttin' Oakland on the map, my rap will never end
 I'd 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'
 I'm on the mic, I won't stop rappin' till it comes out right
 And when it's beatin', I'll just say, "Let's roll"
 I make another record and buy some gold
 I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
 I'm like a one man crew, you see I don't need help
 I get the job done so all you fake rappers, MC's, rap masters
 Give it up leave that rappin' to me
 Realizin' young buck, you can't rock that beat
 I rap on the mic and you'll believe nothin' ain't kickin' like the big old C
 It's just one hard rapper spittin' a rap
 Not three or four sucka's or a couple of saps
 Like born to Mack, I'll cash a check
 Walkin' 'round like a fool, livin' up to his rep
 I'll tell you life ain't long, what you waitin' for?
 I thought you wanted to be like Too $hort














