Rap Like Me Lyrics
| Song | Rap Like Me |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Album | Short Dog's in the House |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Shaw | |
| Too $hort, mc | |
| Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top | |
| Keep doing what you're doing and you're sure to get dropped | |
| Like a trick, nothing's even up my sleeve | |
| A million albums sold and it's hard to believe | |
| Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie | |
| I used to sell tapes on sunnyside | |
| I used to catch the 40 bus around the way | |
| Me and fred benz, slanging tapes | |
| All these things, that we did | |
| Grab the microphone and start screaming "bitch!" | |
| You fronting mc, i hate to cap | |
| You make hit records and you still can't rap | |
| I said it before, i'll say it again | |
| You don't belive me, ask your fans | |
| When i walked into cali, the place was packed | |
| Sir too $hort "don't stop that rap" | |
| I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time | |
| You got no rhymes, so you listen to mine | |
| I'm not starting a fight, just telling it right | |
| The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic | |
| His name is too $hort, now shut your mouth | |
| In '81 i was rocking the house | |
| I'm a hustler, baby, coming up | |
| I hustle every day and i don't sell drugs | |
| I don't run no gangs, don't shoot no dice | |
| Gave the same damn speech to the oakland vice | |
| But if you keep pushing, just like you | |
| When they see me on the strip, coming through | |
| I break it down so vicious it'll break your back | |
| With the beat so loud playing too $hort raps | |
| That's it, i'm set | |
| No need to talk that bullshit | |
| I need a, oaktown, big time sound | |
| Just enough beat to get on down | |
| So, you other rappers listen to mine | |
| You wouldn't catch short dog rapping nursery rhymes | |
| Call my rap trash, jam the junk | |
| Put a sticker on the cover: "x-rated funk" | |
| It's just me, you say i won't go far | |
| But i won't stop rapping cause i rap so hard | |
| >from here to new york, back to california | |
| I bumped your girlfriend, don't say i didn't warn ya | |
| All this time you said she's your ho | |
| You really shouldn't give baby all that dough | |
| She gave it all to me cause i fuck so good | |
| I practice on the girls in my neighborhood | |
| Cause when i'm freaky i rap, i spit a rap to a freak | |
| I rarely ever think about a sucker mc | |
| I go platinum, it's just like slapping 'em, bitch | |
| Short dog in the house, starting some shit | |
| Mc's rock and mc's roll | |
| But the albums they make never go gold | |
| When i was young, i knew i'd be one of the best | |
| Every time i made a song it came out so fresh | |
| I was the king of the oaktown, spitting my game | |
| 10 years later, ain't nothing changed | |
| Still the boss of the bay, and i know what they say | |
| They call me "godfather" and they call you "gay" | |
| Bitch! it's 1990 | |
| Your girlfriend's out there trying to find me | |
| She heard about me, i fucked her best friend | |
| I guess she wants to see if i can do it again | |
| You want to be like me, so damn bad | |
| The impossible dream all you mc's had | |
| If you could rap like me, you wouldn't have the dream | |
| Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken wing | |
| If could rap like me, they say you're so great | |
| But when they talk about you, they say you're so fake | |
| And as the days go by, you can't forget | |
| The way i make you feel like shit | |
| Mc's like you, i've seen 'em before | |
| You keep on saying "fuck too $hort" | |
| But i'm a better mc than you | |
| And ain't a damn thing you can do, but bitch | |
| On the tv screen, in the magazines | |
| When they interview you, you just make up things | |
| You're on an ego trip and you're fronting like you're down | |
| You're not the first real rapper from the oakland town | |
| You're just a new jack, and you can't even rap | |
| You wanna trip? trip on that | |
| I'm like mc lyte, checking hoes tonight | |
| If you're not a real rapper, get off the mic | |
| Cause with a fake mc, a song's never complete | |
| You'd better learn to rap like me | |
| "thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 2x) | |
| Whenever i rap, you call it noise | |
| I'm tearing up shit up like the acorn boys | |
| On 10th street, i got a big freak | |
| Until you learn to speak, realize you're weak | |
| Cause it's the oaktown, and they all get down | |
| To the rhythm of the too $hort funky sound | |
| It goes boom, baseline's on ya | |
| Dangerous crew from oakland, california | |
| Bitch don't front cause short dog is hard | |
| If you answer my rap, i tear your ass apart | |
| Just liket this, it lasts forever | |
| You make a song and i make one better | |
| You say i cuss, i say you're fake | |
| Your eyes pop open like paper plates | |
| You fronting mc, i hate to cap | |
| I make hit records with the vicious raps | |
| I said it before, i'll say it again | |
| The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans | |
| Like silicon titties, can you feel 'em? | |
| How can a fake rapper fuck with a real one? | |
| Shit, i'm that rapping man | |
| I like you like the klu klux klan | |
| Motherfucker want to front on me? | |
| My posse got a real mc, too $hort | |
| And it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stop | |
| Cause i'm too $hort baby on the microphone and i'm macking, bitch | |
| "thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 4x) | |
| Now back to the subject, my boy mc | |
| Whatever you say, you can't rap like me | |
| Rappers like me make real hits | |
| Rappers like you talk bullshit | |
| I told my boys there's a new funky drummer in town | |
| You're trying to be like james brown | |
| If i couldn't be me, who would i be? | |
| I damn sure wouldn't be a sucker mc | |
| Cause i'm not like you, my game is true | |
| I pimped these hoes and i pimped you, too | |
| Cause i'm boss, and boss makes the rules | |
| You disobey and you be a fool (now listen) | |
| One, remember how it all began | |
| Don't guess, the answer is "oakland" | |
| Two, you'd better learn to rap like me | |
| Or you like to be a fake mc | |
| Three, never talk down on a player | |
| I wouldn't care if you was fred astaire | |
| Last but not least, number four: | |
| Don't ever fuck with too $hort, bitch | |
| "thought you want to be like too $hort" (scratched 2x) |
| zuo ci : Shaw | |
| Too hort, mc | |
| Rap like me, you' ll go straight to the top | |
| Keep doing what you' re doing and you' re sure to get dropped | |
| Like a trick, nothing' s even up my sleeve | |
| A million albums sold and it' s hard to believe | |
| Well it' s true homeboy, it' s not a lie | |
| I used to sell tapes on sunnyside | |
| I used to catch the 40 bus around the way | |
| Me and fred benz, slanging tapes | |
| All these things, that we did | |
| Grab the microphone and start screaming " bitch!" | |
| You fronting mc, i hate to cap | |
| You make hit records and you still can' t rap | |
| I said it before, i' ll say it again | |
| You don' t belive me, ask your fans | |
| When i walked into cali, the place was packed | |
| Sir too hort " don' t stop that rap" | |
| I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time | |
| You got no rhymes, so you listen to mine | |
| I' m not starting a fight, just telling it right | |
| The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic | |
| His name is too hort, now shut your mouth | |
| In ' 81 i was rocking the house | |
| I' m a hustler, baby, coming up | |
| I hustle every day and i don' t sell drugs | |
| I don' t run no gangs, don' t shoot no dice | |
| Gave the same damn speech to the oakland vice | |
| But if you keep pushing, just like you | |
| When they see me on the strip, coming through | |
| I break it down so vicious it' ll break your back | |
| With the beat so loud playing too hort raps | |
| That' s it, i' m set | |
| No need to talk that bullshit | |
| I need a, oaktown, big time sound | |
| Just enough beat to get on down | |
| So, you other rappers listen to mine | |
| You wouldn' t catch short dog rapping nursery rhymes | |
| Call my rap trash, jam the junk | |
| Put a sticker on the cover: " xrated funk" | |
| It' s just me, you say i won' t go far | |
| But i won' t stop rapping cause i rap so hard | |
| from here to new york, back to california | |
| I bumped your girlfriend, don' t say i didn' t warn ya | |
| All this time you said she' s your ho | |
| You really shouldn' t give baby all that dough | |
| She gave it all to me cause i fuck so good | |
| I practice on the girls in my neighborhood | |
| Cause when i' m freaky i rap, i spit a rap to a freak | |
| I rarely ever think about a sucker mc | |
| I go platinum, it' s just like slapping ' em, bitch | |
| Short dog in the house, starting some shit | |
| Mc' s rock and mc' s roll | |
| But the albums they make never go gold | |
| When i was young, i knew i' d be one of the best | |
| Every time i made a song it came out so fresh | |
| I was the king of the oaktown, spitting my game | |
| 10 years later, ain' t nothing changed | |
| Still the boss of the bay, and i know what they say | |
| They call me " godfather" and they call you " gay" | |
| Bitch! it' s 1990 | |
| Your girlfriend' s out there trying to find me | |
| She heard about me, i fucked her best friend | |
| I guess she wants to see if i can do it again | |
| You want to be like me, so damn bad | |
| The impossible dream all you mc' s had | |
| If you could rap like me, you wouldn' t have the dream | |
| Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken wing | |
| If could rap like me, they say you' re so great | |
| But when they talk about you, they say you' re so fake | |
| And as the days go by, you can' t forget | |
| The way i make you feel like shit | |
| Mc' s like you, i' ve seen ' em before | |
| You keep on saying " fuck too hort" | |
| But i' m a better mc than you | |
| And ain' t a damn thing you can do, but bitch | |
| On the tv screen, in the magazines | |
| When they interview you, you just make up things | |
| You' re on an ego trip and you' re fronting like you' re down | |
| You' re not the first real rapper from the oakland town | |
| You' re just a new jack, and you can' t even rap | |
| You wanna trip? trip on that | |
| I' m like mc lyte, checking hoes tonight | |
| If you' re not a real rapper, get off the mic | |
| Cause with a fake mc, a song' s never complete | |
| You' d better learn to rap like me | |
| " thought you want to be like too hort" scratched 2x | |
| Whenever i rap, you call it noise | |
| I' m tearing up shit up like the acorn boys | |
| On 10th street, i got a big freak | |
| Until you learn to speak, realize you' re weak | |
| Cause it' s the oaktown, and they all get down | |
| To the rhythm of the too hort funky sound | |
| It goes boom, baseline' s on ya | |
| Dangerous crew from oakland, california | |
| Bitch don' t front cause short dog is hard | |
| If you answer my rap, i tear your ass apart | |
| Just liket this, it lasts forever | |
| You make a song and i make one better | |
| You say i cuss, i say you' re fake | |
| Your eyes pop open like paper plates | |
| You fronting mc, i hate to cap | |
| I make hit records with the vicious raps | |
| I said it before, i' ll say it again | |
| The boy ain' t nothing but one of my fans | |
| Like silicon titties, can you feel ' em? | |
| How can a fake rapper fuck with a real one? | |
| Shit, i' m that rapping man | |
| I like you like the klu klux klan | |
| Motherfucker want to front on me? | |
| My posse got a real mc, too hort | |
| And it don' t stop, and it don' t stop, and it won' t stop | |
| Cause i' m too hort baby on the microphone and i' m macking, bitch | |
| " thought you want to be like too hort" scratched 4x | |
| Now back to the subject, my boy mc | |
| Whatever you say, you can' t rap like me | |
| Rappers like me make real hits | |
| Rappers like you talk bullshit | |
| I told my boys there' s a new funky drummer in town | |
| You' re trying to be like james brown | |
| If i couldn' t be me, who would i be? | |
| I damn sure wouldn' t be a sucker mc | |
| Cause i' m not like you, my game is true | |
| I pimped these hoes and i pimped you, too | |
| Cause i' m boss, and boss makes the rules | |
| You disobey and you be a fool now listen | |
| One, remember how it all began | |
| Don' t guess, the answer is " oakland" | |
| Two, you' d better learn to rap like me | |
| Or you like to be a fake mc | |
| Three, never talk down on a player | |
| I wouldn' t care if you was fred astaire | |
| Last but not least, number four: | |
| Don' t ever fuck with too hort, bitch | |
| " thought you want to be like too hort" scratched 2x |
| zuò cí : Shaw | |
| Too hort, mc | |
| Rap like me, you' ll go straight to the top | |
| Keep doing what you' re doing and you' re sure to get dropped | |
| Like a trick, nothing' s even up my sleeve | |
| A million albums sold and it' s hard to believe | |
| Well it' s true homeboy, it' s not a lie | |
| I used to sell tapes on sunnyside | |
| I used to catch the 40 bus around the way | |
| Me and fred benz, slanging tapes | |
| All these things, that we did | |
| Grab the microphone and start screaming " bitch!" | |
| You fronting mc, i hate to cap | |
| You make hit records and you still can' t rap | |
| I said it before, i' ll say it again | |
| You don' t belive me, ask your fans | |
| When i walked into cali, the place was packed | |
| Sir too hort " don' t stop that rap" | |
| I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time | |
| You got no rhymes, so you listen to mine | |
| I' m not starting a fight, just telling it right | |
| The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic | |
| His name is too hort, now shut your mouth | |
| In ' 81 i was rocking the house | |
| I' m a hustler, baby, coming up | |
| I hustle every day and i don' t sell drugs | |
| I don' t run no gangs, don' t shoot no dice | |
| Gave the same damn speech to the oakland vice | |
| But if you keep pushing, just like you | |
| When they see me on the strip, coming through | |
| I break it down so vicious it' ll break your back | |
| With the beat so loud playing too hort raps | |
| That' s it, i' m set | |
| No need to talk that bullshit | |
| I need a, oaktown, big time sound | |
| Just enough beat to get on down | |
| So, you other rappers listen to mine | |
| You wouldn' t catch short dog rapping nursery rhymes | |
| Call my rap trash, jam the junk | |
| Put a sticker on the cover: " xrated funk" | |
| It' s just me, you say i won' t go far | |
| But i won' t stop rapping cause i rap so hard | |
| from here to new york, back to california | |
| I bumped your girlfriend, don' t say i didn' t warn ya | |
| All this time you said she' s your ho | |
| You really shouldn' t give baby all that dough | |
| She gave it all to me cause i fuck so good | |
| I practice on the girls in my neighborhood | |
| Cause when i' m freaky i rap, i spit a rap to a freak | |
| I rarely ever think about a sucker mc | |
| I go platinum, it' s just like slapping ' em, bitch | |
| Short dog in the house, starting some shit | |
| Mc' s rock and mc' s roll | |
| But the albums they make never go gold | |
| When i was young, i knew i' d be one of the best | |
| Every time i made a song it came out so fresh | |
| I was the king of the oaktown, spitting my game | |
| 10 years later, ain' t nothing changed | |
| Still the boss of the bay, and i know what they say | |
| They call me " godfather" and they call you " gay" | |
| Bitch! it' s 1990 | |
| Your girlfriend' s out there trying to find me | |
| She heard about me, i fucked her best friend | |
| I guess she wants to see if i can do it again | |
| You want to be like me, so damn bad | |
| The impossible dream all you mc' s had | |
| If you could rap like me, you wouldn' t have the dream | |
| Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken wing | |
| If could rap like me, they say you' re so great | |
| But when they talk about you, they say you' re so fake | |
| And as the days go by, you can' t forget | |
| The way i make you feel like shit | |
| Mc' s like you, i' ve seen ' em before | |
| You keep on saying " fuck too hort" | |
| But i' m a better mc than you | |
| And ain' t a damn thing you can do, but bitch | |
| On the tv screen, in the magazines | |
| When they interview you, you just make up things | |
| You' re on an ego trip and you' re fronting like you' re down | |
| You' re not the first real rapper from the oakland town | |
| You' re just a new jack, and you can' t even rap | |
| You wanna trip? trip on that | |
| I' m like mc lyte, checking hoes tonight | |
| If you' re not a real rapper, get off the mic | |
| Cause with a fake mc, a song' s never complete | |
| You' d better learn to rap like me | |
| " thought you want to be like too hort" scratched 2x | |
| Whenever i rap, you call it noise | |
| I' m tearing up shit up like the acorn boys | |
| On 10th street, i got a big freak | |
| Until you learn to speak, realize you' re weak | |
| Cause it' s the oaktown, and they all get down | |
| To the rhythm of the too hort funky sound | |
| It goes boom, baseline' s on ya | |
| Dangerous crew from oakland, california | |
| Bitch don' t front cause short dog is hard | |
| If you answer my rap, i tear your ass apart | |
| Just liket this, it lasts forever | |
| You make a song and i make one better | |
| You say i cuss, i say you' re fake | |
| Your eyes pop open like paper plates | |
| You fronting mc, i hate to cap | |
| I make hit records with the vicious raps | |
| I said it before, i' ll say it again | |
| The boy ain' t nothing but one of my fans | |
| Like silicon titties, can you feel ' em? | |
| How can a fake rapper fuck with a real one? | |
| Shit, i' m that rapping man | |
| I like you like the klu klux klan | |
| Motherfucker want to front on me? | |
| My posse got a real mc, too hort | |
| And it don' t stop, and it don' t stop, and it won' t stop | |
| Cause i' m too hort baby on the microphone and i' m macking, bitch | |
| " thought you want to be like too hort" scratched 4x | |
| Now back to the subject, my boy mc | |
| Whatever you say, you can' t rap like me | |
| Rappers like me make real hits | |
| Rappers like you talk bullshit | |
| I told my boys there' s a new funky drummer in town | |
| You' re trying to be like james brown | |
| If i couldn' t be me, who would i be? | |
| I damn sure wouldn' t be a sucker mc | |
| Cause i' m not like you, my game is true | |
| I pimped these hoes and i pimped you, too | |
| Cause i' m boss, and boss makes the rules | |
| You disobey and you be a fool now listen | |
| One, remember how it all began | |
| Don' t guess, the answer is " oakland" | |
| Two, you' d better learn to rap like me | |
| Or you like to be a fake mc | |
| Three, never talk down on a player | |
| I wouldn' t care if you was fred astaire | |
| Last but not least, number four: | |
| Don' t ever fuck with too hort, bitch | |
| " thought you want to be like too hort" scratched 2x |
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