Текст, перевод и аккорды “Cusswords”
- So you motherfuckers thought I was gonna change my style? - so what are you saying todd? To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit Heres another rap that Im ready to spit It goes like this, my name is $hort Im tearin shit up like never before Pimp slaps, makin snaps Cold cash money and too $hort raps Oakland, california thats where Im from The city where the boys say you dont want none But if you do, Im gonna tell you this ( ) aint really shit Wanna roll so hard, all of the time You and that bitch playin too $hort rhymes If you aks me, what its all about, Ill say its about that money But if you aks me, could you have some, Ill say it doesnt concern me Ronald reagan came up to me and said, "do you have the answer To the united states economy and a cure for cancer? " I said, what are you doin in the white house if youre not sellin cocaine? Ask your wife, nancy reagan, I know shell spit that game. Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job She licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob What is life? it is too $hort I play the bitches like its a sport Yea, Ill play the bitches just like yall Like dr. j played basketball You can call me too, dont say it twice Youll get me real mad and Ill fuck your wife You see Im not proper, Im rarely polite Too $hort, too $hort, dont say it tonight, beeatch It started on a bright morning in 1987 I was in my drop-to caddy yall Gettin sucked by a bitch named helen Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you You might not like my rap, but Im tellin you bitch its true So much death in the oakland streets Am I gonna live till next week? Will I get shot by a dope fiend, Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring I really cant say, cause I dont know why People out here droppin dead like flies I used to see a home boy givin five Now I say, "man, you still alive? " Cold as hell, the town Im from Wont last too long when youre fakin the funk Im the master rapper, so unique Clap my hand when I want my freak You cant deny it, you know Im right I turn any rapper out when Im on the mic And I wont kick back, or relax Till he knows Im the best at the mc rap Till he knows too short, set the track They got him caught up in my serious cap Motherfucker cant spit straight game on the mic Cause hes worse than a fag or a frisco dike Hes a sucker mc, I call him punk You try to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk You little punk-ass boy, wouldnt listen to me Think Im fakin but Im takin all you sucker mcs To the end of the world and push you over Good luck couldnt find you in a four leaf clover If I ever said a rap, tryin to cap on you, I wouldnt even sweat it cause youll be through Lookin so far up, you might fall down Gettin clowned by the hound from east oaktown And the look in your face when youre lickin that tooth Could make a grown man die, laughin at you Cause youre a, no rappin, no rhymin Played out fake ass simple simon I never understood one word you said But youre swearin up and down that youre killin em dead Theres only one thing, I wanted to know Sucker motherfucker, wheres the joke? Im the player of players, just call me pop My name is too $hort, no I dont stop I just dont stop mackin, dont stop cappin Dont stop rappin now you see what happens Your mind is gone, your crew just cut Sucker mc Ill tell you what Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same And when it comes to game, you are lame Never even heard of too $hort baby Hit oakland in 1980 Singin mo raps than a rap could rhyme Tellin sucker mcs dont waste my time Theres a girl I know her name is betty Straight to the head just rock it steady Shes so freaky shell juice you up All the home boys just cant get enough Shes a ph.d., dont even stop In the back like that goin (top, top, top) I wont say white girl, wont say shes black Shes the kind of girl that make your knees go crack Feel the beat, rock with me Let me tell you what I be Im a mc rapper, a mc rapper A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper Hey baby, I got this rhyme Its not gonna stop till the end of time Like rock and roll Ill play that song To the beat all day and all night long So liten up, to what Im sayin Im a oaktown mack, bitch I aint playin To all the home boys doin time in the pen Gonna rock this beat for you once again If you cant get out and youre mad as hell Say beeatch, now make it sound for real Ima tear shit up, if I get the chance I could give a fuck less if youre hole dont dance See Im a big mack now, Im so great I was born and raised in the golden state Call me t.o.o., if you say $hort Ima rap my ass off till you give me some more Big bank, now just
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