Nobody Does It Better

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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

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