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Lyric Playboy $hort


Aight, biiiiitch! Funky motherfucking fresh
Some of that 93 old school shit, hoe

Well I m Too $hort baby, hear what I say
I never do work but I always play
Cause the game is life and I play the game
So you never talk down on a player s name
When I grab my mic I m the one man crew
Talking bout me, wouldn t think about you
When you heard Too $hort came to town
You never would ve thought I d be looking down
On who? On you cause I m so big
Me and my money is all I dig
I m from the Dangerous Crew, we ain t no punk
We take 24 tracks, drop the funk on your ass
Beating like a dope fiend
Back seat riding in a limosine
Telling that freak all about me
The creater of greater, sucker MC s
Chilling out in the Oaktown singing a rap
No MC could rock like that
Now I say it like bitches say
No MC could rock my way
When I rap it s always great
Wouldn t care if it was like or on a tape
It s me, $hort, the one and only
Spitting that rap to all my homies
You know about you, you know I m a star
When I rap too good I might take it too far
Had the whole damn crowd going wild
Cause I don t stop rapping, that s my style
Too $hort baby from East Oakland
I got more hoes than I can count on my hand
You got women? Well I got more
You don t know? Shit, I m Playboy $hort
They call me "Playboy $hort" known everywhere
Had a life long dream to be a player
Way too cold at a younger age
It was every day, just make that page
Still playing the same, still young at the game
Never talk down on a player s name
Cause I m big time, paid all my dues
I m rich and famous and way too cool
People can t fuck with the way I m rhyming
They say it s too slow but it bought these diamonds
Too $hort baby is the name I use
A 93 Lexus is what I cruise
Clean from the start, I thought I was it
I was Cadillac Slick in the dust I kick
But the Caddy got parked cause I m riding new
Eastside bitch, so I m siding, fool
Money everywhere, all over the floor
At the bank I m known as "Mr. $hort"
At the house I be chilling, getting some head
Writing raps all day, even in bed
And them groupie-ass bitches love this shit
The funk rap master, made to fit
Just her, I m all in them guts
Homeboy can t fuck so I hooked it up
But young women like you with your big round butts
Blind girls driving down the street called "Love"
Chasing that man, who really can t stand
Seeing your face so now you ran
And you don t realize what you ll soon see
The way making love is supposed to be
With a player known as Playboy Too
Rock a mic and a freak and you ll both be through
Players play women who like to get played
Bitched like you just trying to get laid
But I like money, and I get paid
I do my duty and say "Good day"
I didn t want to make love, I m not that fast
What the hell, she s a freak, she even asked
So let s go to my room, after the show
Treat me like a pimp, and pay me hoe
You can suck my dick and I might sing
Just love Too $hort, I m everything
So cool, my name is "Too"
Call it how you want but I won t call you
Ring my phone and you might see
Ringing my phone just won t get me
Cause I m hard to find, and I get mine
And if I was looking for you, I wouldn t be in line
I d be right on time in the right place
Too $hort baby all in your face
Talking bout mine and what I want
Fucking MC s with the Dangerous funk
I m on my way, to the top
So much rapping I ll never stop
And all that fame, you might claim
Couldn t stand up by my rap name
You might be good, I don t care
I ve been rapping like this 13 long years
I got more respect then you ll ever get
Cause I don t stop rapping and you know that shit
Sucker MC s with your record deal
Most tapes out now couldn t be real
Cause your tracks ain t shit, dreaming bout hits
But you ll find out Too $hort don t quit
When I grab my mic I m the one man crew
Talking bout me, wouldn t think about you
When you heard Too $hort came to town
You never would ve thought I d be looking down... (fades out)
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