Too Short - Rap Like Me текст песни

Too $hort, mc

Rap like me, youll go straight to the top

Keep doing what youre doing and youre sure to get dropped

Like a trick, nothings even up my sleeve

A million albums sold and its hard to believe

Well its true homeboy, its not a lie

I used to sell tapes on sunnyside

I used to catch the 40 bus around the way

Me and fred benz, slanging tapes

All these things, that we did

Grab the microphone and start screaming "bitch!"

You fronting mc, I hate to cap

You make hit records and you still cant rap

I said it before, Ill say it again

You dont belive me, ask your fans

When I walked into cali, the place was packed

Sir too $hort "dont stop that rap"

I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time

You got no rhymes, so you listen to mine

Im not starting a fight, just telling it right

The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic

His name is too $hort, now shut your mouth

In 81 I was rocking the house

Im a hustler, baby, coming up

I hustle every day and I dont sell drugs

I dont run no gangs, dont shoot no dice

Gave the same damn speech to the oakland vice

But if you keep pushing, just like you

When they see me on the strip, coming through

I break it down so vicious itll break your back

With the beat so loud playing too $hort raps

Thats it, Im set

No need to talk that bullshit

I need a, oaktown, big time sound

Just enough beat to get on down

So, you other rappers listen to mine

You wouldnt catch short dog rapping nursery rhymes

Call my rap trash, jam the junk

Put a sticker on the cover: "x-rated funk"

Its just me, you say I wont go far

But I wont stop rapping cause I rap so hard

>from here to new york, back to california

I bumped your girlfriend, dont say I didnt warn ya

All this time you said shes your ho

You really shouldnt give baby all that dough

She gave it all to me cause I fuck so good

I practice on the girls in my neighborhood

Cause when Im freaky I rap, I spit a rap to a freak

I rarely ever think about a sucker mc

I go platinum, its just like slapping em, bitch

Short dog in the house, starting some shit

Mcs rock and mcs roll

But the albums they make never go gold

When I was young, I knew Id be one of the best

Every time I made a song it came out so fresh

I was the king of the oaktown, spitting my game

10 years later, aint nothing changed

Still the boss of the bay, and I know what they say

They call me "godfather" and they call you "gay"

Bitch! its 1990

Your girlfriends out there trying to find me

She heard about me, I fucked her best friend

I guess she wants to see if I can do it again

You want to be like me, so damn bad

The impossible dream all you mcs had

If you could rap like me, you wouldnt have the dream

Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken wing

If could rap like me, they say youre so great

But when they talk about you, they say youre so fake

And as the days go by, you cant forget

The way I make you feel like shit

Mcs like you, Ive seen em before

You keep on saying "fuck too $hort"

But Im a better mc than you

And aint a damn thing you can do, but bitch

On the tv screen, in the magazines

When they interview you, you just make up things

Youre on an ego trip and youre fronting like youre down

Youre not the first real rapper from the oakland town

Youre just a new jack, and you cant even rap

You wanna trip? trip on that

Im like mc lyte, checking hoes tonight

If youre not a real rapper, get off the mic

Cause with a fake mc, a songs never complete

Youd better learn to rap like me

"thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 2x)

Whenever I rap, you call it noise

Im tearing up shit up like the acorn boys

On 10th street, I got a big freak

Until you learn to speak, realize youre weak

Cause its the oaktown, and they all get down

To the rhythm of the too $hort funky sound

It goes boom, baselines on ya

Dangerous crew from oakland, california

Bitch dont front cause short dog is hard

If you answer my rap, I tear your ass apart

Just liket this, it lasts forever

You make a song and I make one better

You say I cuss, I say youre fake

Your eyes pop open like paper plates

You fronting mc, I hate to cap

I make hit records with the vicious raps

I said it before, Ill say it again

The boy aint nothing but one of my fans

Like silicon titties, can you feel em?

How can a fake rapper fuck with a real one?

Shit, Im that rapping man

I like you like the klu klux klan

Motherfucker want to front on me?

My posse got a real mc, too $hort

And it dont stop, and it dont stop, and it wont stop

Cause Im too $hort baby on the microphone and Im macking, bitch

"thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 4x)

Now back to the subject, my boy mc

Whatever you say, you cant rap like me

Rappers like me make real hits

Rappers like you talk bullshit

I told my boys theres a new funky drummer in town

Youre trying to be like james brown

If I couldnt be me, who would I be?

I damn sure wouldnt be a sucker mc

Cause Im not like you, my game is true

I pimped these hoes and I pimped you, too

Cause Im boss, and boss makes the rules

You disobey and you be a fool (now listen)

One, remember how it all began

Dont guess, the answer is "oakland"

Two, youd better learn to rap like me

Or you like to be a fake mc

Three, never talk down on a player

I wouldnt care if you was fred astaire

Last but not least, number four:

Dont ever fuck with too $hort, bitch

"thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 2x)