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 f**k 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 b***h

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"

b***h It's 1990

Your girlfriend's out there trying to find me

She heard about me I f**ked 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 191710,-19)

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 "F**k Too $hort"

But I'm a better MC than you

And ain't a damn thing you can do but b***h

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 241810,-189)

You'd better learn to rap like me

"Thought you want to be like Too $hort"

"Thought you want to be like Too $hort"

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

b***h 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 f**k with a real one

Shit I'm that rapping man

I like you like the Klu Klux Klan

Motherf**ker 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 b***h

"Thought you want to be like Too $hort" "Thought you want to be like Too $hort"

"Thought you want to be like Too $hort" "Thought you want to be like Too $hort"

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 f**k with Too $hort b***h

"Thought you want to be like Too $hort"

"Thought you want to be like Too $hort"