from here to new york, back to californiaI bumped your girlfriend, don't say i didn't warn yaAll this time you said she's your hoYou really shouldn't give baby all that doughShe gave it all to me cause i ******* so goodI practice on the girls in my neighborhoodCause when i'm freaky i rap, i spit a rap to a freakI rarely ever think about a sucker mcI go platinum, it's just like slapping 'em, ************Short dog in the house, starting some ************tMc's rock and mc's rollBut the albums they make never go goldWhen i was young, i knew i'd be one of the bestEvery time i made a song it came out so freshI was the king of the oaktown, spitting my game10 years later, ain't nothing changedStill the boss of the bay, and i know what they sayThey call me "godfather" and they call you "gay"************! it's 1990Your girlfriend's out there trying to find meShe heard about me, i ******* her best friendI guess she wants to see if i can do it againYou want to be like me, so damn badThe impossible dream all you mc's hadIf you could rap like me, you wouldn't have the dreamStart rapping quit flapping like a chicken wingIf could rap like me, they say you're so greatBut when they talk about you, they say you're so fakeAnd as the days go by, you can't forgetThe way i make you feel like ************tMc's like you, i've seen 'em beforeYou keep on saying "******* too $hort"But i'm a better mc than youAnd ain't a damn thing you can do, but ************On the tv screen, in the magazinesWhen they interview you, you just make up thingsYou're on an ego trip and you're fronting like you're downYou're not the first real rapper from the oakland townYou're just a new jack, and you can't even rapYou wanna trip? trip on thatI'm like mc lyte, checking hoes tonightIf you're not a real rapper, get off the micCause with a fake mc, a song's never completeYou'd better learn to rap like me"thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 2x)Whenever i rap, you call it noiseI'm tearing up ************t up like the acorn boysOn 10th street, i got a big freakUntil you learn to speak, realize you're weakCause it's the oaktown, and they all get downTo the rhythm of the too $hort funky soundIt goes boom, baseline's on yaDangerous crew from oakland, california************ don't front cause short dog is hardIf you answer my rap, i tear your ass apartJust liket this, it lasts foreverYou make a song and i make one betterYou say i cuss, i say you're fakeYour eyes pop open like paper platesYou fronting mc, i hate to capI make hit records with the vicious rapsI said it before, i'll say it againThe boy ain't nothing but one of my fansLike silicon *******, can you feel 'em?How can a fake rapper ******* with a real one?************t, i'm that rapping manI like you like the klu klux klanMother****** want to front on me?My posse got a real mc, too $hortAnd it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stopCause i'm too $hort baby on the microphone and i'm macking, ************"thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 4x)Now back to the subject, my boy mcWhatever you say, you can't rap like meRappers like me make real hitsRappers like you talk bull************tI told my boys there's a new funky drummer in townYou're trying to be like james brownIf i couldn't be me, who would i be?I damn sure wouldn't be a sucker mcCause i'm not like you, my game is trueI pimped these hoes and i pimped you, tooCause i'm boss, and boss makes the rulesYou disobey and you be a fool (now listen)One, remember how it all beganDon't guess, the answer is "oakland"Two, you'd better learn to rap like meOr you like to be a fake mcThree, never talk down on a playerI wouldn't care if you was fred astaireLast but not least, number four:Don't ever ******* with too $hort, ************"thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 2x)
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