Rap Like Me Lyrics - Short Dog's In The House - Too $hort

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) 

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