Rap Like Me

Too Short, 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, nothings 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 sunny side

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 making hits

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 believe me, ask your fans

When I walked into Cali

The place was packed, Sir Too Short 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 Short, 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 Short raps

That's it, I'm set no need to talk that bullshit

I need a, Oak town, 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 hoe 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 Oak town, 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 get with it, 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