Cusswords Lyrics - Too $hort

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 $hort 

I'm tearin' shit up like never before 

Pimp slaps, makin' snaps 

Cold cash money and Too $hort 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 of the time 

You and that bitch playin' Too $hort rhymes 

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If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about that money 

But if you ask 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 $hort 

I play the bitches like it's a sport 

Yeah, 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'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife 

You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely polite 

Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight, bitch 

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It started on a bright morning in 1987 

I was in my drop to 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're still alive?" 

Cold as hell, the 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 $hort, 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' 'em 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 $hort, 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 $hort 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 liten 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 bitch, 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 hole 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 $hort 

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 $hort baby damn sure ain't fake 

But the sucker MC's are screamin' loud 

Sayin' Sir Too $hort, 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 $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop 

And it don't stop, and it won't stop, bitch 

Check out my style