Too Short - Nobody Does It Better lyrics

rate me

Funky fresh on the microphone

Too $hort

Too $hort

[VERSE 1]

See, I'm fresh like always, I'm comin at you

And you know I won't stop till I'm through

So get on it. now is the time

Too $hort, baby,'s gonna spit that rhyme

At you, cause I'm jammin, so check me

I play the music, even made the beat

Cause I'm the most rappin, most rhymin

Rollin in a drop-top straight high-sidin

On you, boy, I'm poppin the most

I come from Oakland, don't play me close

Cause I'm a player, love to play this game

I get funky out here, pumpin the name

Too $hort, the one and only, I just rock it

Fat bankrolls in my pocket

Call me 'the dirty rapper', I'll say, "Sure"

But I'm a young black entrepreneur

I'm an MC, right? I own a company too

Programmed the drums and made the groove

So when you look in my face you see a wealthy man

I hope it's not hard for you to understand

I'm the businessman, it's not the same

I'm treated like a dope dealer runnin the game

And you wonder why I can't get no peace

I'm makin more than the chief of police

I'm

Too $hort

[VERSE 2]

Now that I've established one fact

I came here to rap

You got a choice to make about me

Can I get busy, are my raps too weak?

Boy, you're too grown, don't say I'm borin

Just because you know I come from Californ-

ia where many rappers get no respect

I'm at home in a tape deck

I get played and played until it's all played out

Sucker MC's come to my house

They want a contract, get signed up

But like toys they need a good wind-up

Then the other suckers, sayin no names

Rap on the mic and use New York slang

Even though we don't talk like that out here

The point I'm tryina make comes out so clear

You want paper or plastic, Visa or cash?

You wanna burn rubber, gonna step on the gas

Now nip, dip, roll the strip

Gonna take your mind on a serious tip

Like always I made the beat funky

I keep your head bouncin like a dopefiend junkie

I got to say it before I break

I never rap fake

Cause I'm

Too $hort

[VERSE 3]

See, I'm fresh like always, no sweat

It's time to jump back in the mix and get

On it, now is the time

Too $hort, baby,'s gonna spit that rhyme

I sell records everyday

And still I get no radio play

I got homies, they love my beat

So you hear me all over the streets

A tape rhymes with bass, I make it deep

The kinda tape you'll always keep

So if you lose it, you're not my mama's son

It ain't free, go and buy another one

Like a costume party on Halloween

MC's pop up on the scene

So you made a record, I saw your poster

I'm still harder than you, boy, look closer

Won't say who's best, I just tell you the truth

You're not makin money, so it couldn't be you

So if that leaves me, Too $hort, baby

I keep it in tune like do-re-mi

With a strict rap tempo, bassline simple

Take that, it's a Too $hort rap

It's on you, boy, I'm poppin the most

I come from Oakland, don't play me close

Cause I'm

Too $hort

[VERSE 4]

Nobody does it better

Tell you, nobody does it better than Too $hort

I take a limousine to the airport

Fly first class, never ever last

Cause a brother like me, I pay cash

Twinkle, twinkle, star in the night

Don't look now, but I'm shinin bright

I know you wanna hear my triple x

Foul language, girls and sex

Well, I'm gonna tell you bout livin the life

Stayin in school and not smokin the pipe

It's hard to be a rich man, don't you know?

When you drop out of school and start smokin dope

It goes d-u-m-b

You're lookin for some d?

Then start tweakin, it's goin on

You don't like it? Well, play another song

I got rhymes, you wanna hear?

I sing em every day of the year

You try to get it, you think you got it

I hope you like it, cause you sure can't stop it

This rap is so funky fresh

Too $hort, baby, in the flesh

And if you ever say I'm through

So what? I'm makin more than you

Cause I'm

Too $hort