Aight, biiiiitch! Funky motherfucking fresh

Some of that '93 old school shit, hoe



Well I'm Too $hort baby, hear what I say

I never do work but I always play

Cause the game is life and I play the game

So you never talk down on a player's name

When I grab my mic I'm the one man crew

Talking bout me, wouldn't think about you

When you heard Too $hort came to town

You never would've thought I'd be looking down

On who? On you cause I'm so big

Me and my money is all I dig

I'm from the Dangerous Crew, we ain't no punk

We take 24 tracks, drop the funk on your ass

Beating like a dope fiend

Back seat riding in a limosine

Telling that freak all about me

The creater of greater, sucker MC's

Chilling out in the Oaktown singing a rap

No MC could rock like that

Now I say it like bitches say

No MC could rock my way

When I rap it's always great

Wouldn't care if it was like or on a tape

It's me, $hort, the one and only

Spitting that rap to all my homies

You know about you, you know I'm a star

When I rap too good I might take it too far

Had the whole damn crowd going wild

Cause I don't stop rapping, that's my style

Too $hort baby from East Oakland

I got more hoes than I can count on my hand

You got women? Well I got more

You don't know? Shit, I'm Playboy $hort

They call me ";Playboy $hort"; known everywhere

Had a life long dream to be a player

Way too cold at a younger age

It was every day, just make that page

Still playing the same, still young at the game

Never talk down on a player's name

Cause I'm big time, paid all my dues

I'm rich and famous and way too cool

People can't fuck with the way I'm rhyming-aca