top 100
·
top new
·
updates
·
submit lyrics
#
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
Correct Cuss Words Lyrics
Lyrics
►
Artists: T
►
Too $hort
►
Correct Cuss Words
Artist:
Song:
Comment:
Lyrics:
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 Here's another rap that I'm ready to spit It goes like this, my name is Short I'm tearin' shit up like never before Pimp slaps, makin' snaps Cold cash money and Too Short raps Oakland, California that's where I'm from The city where the boys say, you don't want none But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this Trues and vogues ain't really shit Wanna roll so hard, all the time You and that bitch playin' Too Short rhymes If you aks me, what it's all about I'll say it's about that money But if you aks me, could you have some I'll say it doesn't concern me Ronald Reagan came up to me And said, "Do you have the answer To the U.S. economy And a cure for cancer?" I said, what are you doin' in the White House If you're not sellin' cocaine? Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan I know she'll 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? Life is Too Short I play the bitches like it's a sport Yea, I'll play the bitches just like y'all Like Dr. J played basketball You can call me Too, don't say it twice You get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely polite Too Short, Too Short, don't say it tonight It started on a bright morning in 1987 I was in my drop-top Caddy y'all 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 I'm tellin' you bitch it's 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 can't say, 'cause I don't 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, this town I'm from Won't last too long when you're fakin' the funk I'm the master rapper, so unique Clap my hand when I want my freak You can't deny it, you know I'm right I turn any rapper out when I'm on the mic And I won't kick back or relax Till he knows I'm the best at the MC rap Till he knows Too Short, set the track They got him caught up in my serious cap Motherfucker can't spit straight game on the mic 'Cause he's worse than a fag or a Frisco dike He's a sucker MC, I call him punk Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't listen to me Think I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you sucker MC's To the end of the world and push you over Good luck couldn't find you in a four leaf clover If I ever said a rap, tryin' to cap on you I wouldn't even sweat it 'cause you'll 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 you're lickin' that tooth Could make a grown man die, laughin' at you 'Cause you're a, no rappin', no rhymin' Played out fake ass simple simon I never understood one word you said But you're swearin' up and down that you're killin' me dead There's only one thing, I wanted to know Sucker motherfucker, where's the joke? I'm the player of players, just call me Pop My name is Too Short, no I don't stop I just don't stop mackin', don't stop cappin' Don't stop rappin' now you see what happens Your mind is gone, your crew just cut Sucker MC I'll 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 Short baby Hit Oakland in 1980 Singin' mo raps than a rap could rhyme Tellin' sucker MC's don't waste my time There's a girl I know her name is Betty Straight to the head just rock it steady She's so freaky she'll juice you up All the home boys just can't get enough She's a Ph.D., don't even stop In the back like that goin', top, top, top I won't say white girl, won't say she's black She's the kind of girl that make your knees go crack Feel the beat, rock with me Let me tell you what I be I'm a MC rapper, a MC rapper A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper Hey baby, I got this rhyme It's not gonna stop till the end of time Like rock and roll I'll play that song To the beat all day and all night long So listen up, to what I'm sayin' I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain't playin' To all the home boys doin' time in the pen Gonna rock this beat for you once again If you can't get out and you're mad as hell Say beeatch, now make it sound for real I'ma tear shit up, if I get the chance I could give a fuck less if you're hoe don't dance See I'm a big mack now, I'm so great I was born and raised in the Golden State Call me T O O, if you say Short I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some more Big bank, now just make me rich Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch make me rich Check out my style, baby I don't quit I heard this freak say, "That's the shit He took the cake, fucked the rake Too Short baby damn sure ain't fake" But the sucker MC's are screamin' loud Sayin' Sir Too Short, shut your mouth How can you talk about me and call me weak When your father smokes coke and you mother's a freak So I keep on rappin', if nothin' else Keep your jealous thoughts to yourself Bitch and bitch, he's a MC right Ain't sayin' nothin' but he's holdin' the mic Fuck with me and boy you're doomed I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room 'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a microphone Like a 357 pointed at your dome I got cap for cap, you never heard So fresh again with cusswords Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' with me Fuck a skank bitch and a sucker MC All you bastards, got the claps And fuck you punk 'cause you still can't rap Cusswords, just let 'em know Motherfuckin' shit, goddamn ass hoe Cusswords, just don't quit Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch It's Too Short, on the mic and it don't stop And it don't stop, and it won't stop, beeatch Check out my style
add rows