Its like Too Short raps been around a while
I rocked to the beat and got my own style
Im from the O city, and I said it before
I was born to mack, call me Playboy Short
You wanna get freaky? Look at the time
We could do the nasty, but its almost nine
My show starts at ten, I gots to go
Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho
Check it out everybody, if you got two ears
Turn your radio up, Short Gog is here
If the bass aint kickin', pick up the phone
Dial 911, tell 'em, turn it on
Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red dress
She had a soft booty, and a real big chest
She said, "I love you", said it again
At the motel freaked her and her friends
Like a Too Short rap, and everybody knows
Like the mack said, homie, pimp the hoes
Aint no need in playin' games, none at all
Fakin' like a giant when youre just too small
No need to rush, take your time
To adjust to the changes in my rhyme
To you rappers, tonights your night
You all jump straight up on your mic
Screamin' Im the best, but let me see
I make a lotta money, could that be me?
He said, hell no, Im the king of the rap
Looked me in my eyes, said, deal with that
I said, hold on, buddy, dont talk that junk
You drank two 40's, now you must be drunk
He said, "Lets battle", I said, "Go"
Like the Mack said, homie, I pimped the ho
All hail the king, go straight to hell
If your girlfriends freakin' on a freaky tale
Better play your rap and take mine off
Before the bitch gets wet and youre still soft
No need to rush, take your time
To adjust to the changes in my rhyme
I was on the turf, cold chillin' out
When a sucker MC got hit in the mouth
Tryin' to find out if he can hang with me
The boy got hooked on the dope fiend beat
I said, bitch, what are you smokin'?
It aint funny, cool, I aint jokin'
You never shoulda said I was fakin' the place
You wouldnta got socked straight in your face
Im the coldest MC on a microphone
Now the sucker MCs just leave me alone
They might suck on yours, but they cant get mine
Like the Mack said, homie, pimp all the time
Im not talkin' 'bout hookers in mini-skirts
When you pimp like me, put your mind to work
Its like 24 hoes, better known as tracks
When I grab that mic, I spit these raps
I start workin the hoes, and it just dont stop
Its goin' on till the panties drop
Im sir, Too Short, like I said
Bitch cant lick, dont give me head
Had a fresh young tender, wont say her name
Its the same old story, ran the same old game
She can blow more head than a well blows water
The girl wont stop when she get started
Like the freak you married, I had to get with her
Aint no doubt, short dog would get her
Im a cold player, I cant lie
They call me playboy Short, and I told you why
Im a mack, so get back
I put my tape in the deck in my Cadillac
And as my ride goes on definitely
I speak each word loud as can be
Im the T-double O, and like I said
If your girlfriends freakin', I accept all head
Scream out the combination, and I open the lock
Plug in the mic jack, and then rock that cock
Back to back like the Oakland Raiders
In and out like your crossfaders
Makin' people dance all over the floor
Lovin that rapper named sir Too Short
You got my bank, little girl, no time to act silly
Im dynamite, baby, and my name aint Willy
Cold as hell, hard to stop
I spit these raps and rock yo block
Hit the city talkin' 'bout, its goin' on
And the next thing you know, the whole nations gone
Its too Short on the mic
And Im spittin' mo raps than any rapper you like
So all you suckers-worth rappers, you hate my beat
All I gotta say is, dont fuck with me
My game is tight, my bank is made
You can hate big Short, but I still get paid
You say, I cant, I say you can
Show respect, little boy, when you deal with a man
I saw you laughin' when you came in the place
Punk, I start laughin' when I spit in your face
See I know how I feel, I should be shut at dawn
But Im a true MC, I keep rockin' on
I wont say Im best, wont declare Im bad
Im just a rappin' muthafucka with a hard-ass rap
Too Short cold comin' up
Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your butt
Be a man if you can, 'coz it might get worse
You be walkin' 'round town with a wig and a purse
No tellin' whats next, I dont know
Like the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho
Ill be good to you
Youll be good to me
Anything you want
Or anything you need
I got my eye on you
And Im into you
Ill give you all my dough
You just pimp that ho
Im never draggin' when Im rhymin', 'coz I make a lotta money
I jump into my car, drop it if its sunny
Doggin' the freaks, and all that shit
Long haired hoes with real big tits
Im a eastside player, oh yes, I am
Grab the microphone and start makin' grands
I take a freak to her room, not a hotel trick
I cold chill out at the Motel Six
Im ridin in the car, and I cant be found
Im the hardest muthafucka rappin' from this town
My name is sir too Short, and if you say, "So what?"
I look you in your eye, and wouldnt give a fuck
I live a California lifestyle, aint no trip
8 years on the mike, and aint faked it yet
So when you see me on stage, I wont blow you a kiss
I put my finger in the air and tell you just like this
Say bitch