Sir Too $hort Testo
Testo Sir Too $hort
"Sir Too $hort"
"Sir Too $hort"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
"O—, O—, O—, Oakland, O—, Oakland"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
1984, I was famous
They called me Sir Too $hort (Too $hort)
I went to Fremont High
On the Foothill strip on the east side The only rappers you would ever see
Was Sir Too $hort and Freddie B (Yeah)
'Cause we was good in every hood
Every block, every corner, anywhere we stood
It's no problem (No problem), nothin' but love
Selling our tapes to the niggas selling drugs
Hitting spots you would never go
I know gangsters you could never know
You come around us, you might get checkеd
We come around y'all, you bettеr give us respect (Respect)
Or you'll be laying down on the ground
We from The Town (Oakland), we don't fuck around (It's Too $hort)
And everybody know me
"Sir Too $hort"
"Sir Too $hort"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
"O—, O—, O—, Oakland, O—, Oakland"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
So what happened? (What happened?) I made another slap
I'm spittin' game, they saying it's a wrap (It's a wrap)
They say I grabbed the microphone and took control
And I'm still on a roll (On a roll)
You tried too but you failed
You was having fun, it didn't go well
A little cocaine with some opioids
You got too high, now you unemployed (No job)
What's the last thing you remember?
Tell a whole story like a documenter
You can't understand why you not the winner
You always on that real shit, you not a pretender
It's true (It's true), you rap better than me
But a legend, that's what you'll never be (What you'll never be)
'Cause I put more work in than all of y'all
And kept going when y'all was falling off (It's Too $hort)
You know my motherfuckin' name
"Sir Too $hort"
"Sir Too $hort"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
"O—, O—, O—, Oakland, O—, Oakland"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
Bitch (Too $hort), back in the day
I made beats and I used to DJ
I made the "Dope Fiend Beat"
And "Freaky Tales" was produced by me (Did that)
Made "I Ain't Trippin'"
"Cusswords", too, yeah, that's all me, pimpin' (Pimpin')
I made a lot of songs
But you can't understand how I last so long
Well, let me see you do it
Everybody love me, I'm used to it (Used to it)
My career is insane
I do a lot of big shows with the big names
They keep calling my phone again and again
They want a feature, that's how it's always been
Am I a lyricist? It's not in my pen
But somehow, I always win in the end ($hort Dawg)
And all the bitches know me
"Sir Too $hort"
"Sir Too $hort"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
"O—, O—, O—, Oakland, O—, Oakland"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
Too $hort
"Sir Too $hort"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
"O—, O—, O—, Oakland, O—, Oakland"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
1984, I was famous
They called me Sir Too $hort (Too $hort)
I went to Fremont High
On the Foothill strip on the east side The only rappers you would ever see
Was Sir Too $hort and Freddie B (Yeah)
'Cause we was good in every hood
Every block, every corner, anywhere we stood
It's no problem (No problem), nothin' but love
Selling our tapes to the niggas selling drugs
Hitting spots you would never go
I know gangsters you could never know
You come around us, you might get checkеd
We come around y'all, you bettеr give us respect (Respect)
Or you'll be laying down on the ground
We from The Town (Oakland), we don't fuck around (It's Too $hort)
And everybody know me
"Sir Too $hort"
"Sir Too $hort"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
"O—, O—, O—, Oakland, O—, Oakland"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
So what happened? (What happened?) I made another slap
I'm spittin' game, they saying it's a wrap (It's a wrap)
They say I grabbed the microphone and took control
And I'm still on a roll (On a roll)
You tried too but you failed
You was having fun, it didn't go well
A little cocaine with some opioids
You got too high, now you unemployed (No job)
What's the last thing you remember?
Tell a whole story like a documenter
You can't understand why you not the winner
You always on that real shit, you not a pretender
It's true (It's true), you rap better than me
But a legend, that's what you'll never be (What you'll never be)
'Cause I put more work in than all of y'all
And kept going when y'all was falling off (It's Too $hort)
You know my motherfuckin' name
"Sir Too $hort"
"Sir Too $hort"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
"O—, O—, O—, Oakland, O—, Oakland"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
Bitch (Too $hort), back in the day
I made beats and I used to DJ
I made the "Dope Fiend Beat"
And "Freaky Tales" was produced by me (Did that)
Made "I Ain't Trippin'"
"Cusswords", too, yeah, that's all me, pimpin' (Pimpin')
I made a lot of songs
But you can't understand how I last so long
Well, let me see you do it
Everybody love me, I'm used to it (Used to it)
My career is insane
I do a lot of big shows with the big names
They keep calling my phone again and again
They want a feature, that's how it's always been
Am I a lyricist? It's not in my pen
But somehow, I always win in the end ($hort Dawg)
And all the bitches know me
"Sir Too $hort"
"Sir Too $hort"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
"O—, O—, O—, Oakland, O—, Oakland"
"Sir Too $hort coming straight from Oakland"
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