Rhymes lyrics

Artist  : Too $hort 
Song : Rhymes



 Send "Rhymes" Ringtone to your Cell 

 without a doubt I'm comin' back and if you don't
know 

call me S. I. R. T. double O 

I
like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time


I make my own damn beat now all the money
is mine 

I carry big fat WIVES, I treat my
girls like guys 

Ask 'em "who do they
love?" and they all say TIDE 

I'm just an
M.C. rapper and nothin' else 

I keep
rhymin' and I do it by myself 

Could you be
like me? I rap my none stop rhymes 

You will
never hear pause when I say these lines 

So
go on and on, I'm sir Too Short 

just what
you've been lookin' for 

Like PCP or pure
cocaine 

DJ universe got you SPRUNG IN THE
GAME 

You make money, hear my rap from
coast to coast 

From host to host, I hear
the toast: 

"Too Short, love the way you
that hit 

here's to you, keep rhymin' and
boy don't quit" 

I say This is how it goes
when I say my rap 

Most times when I rhyme
wouldn't be like that 

'cause the way I
write rhymes you will comprehend 

I'll keep
rappin' to the very end 

And if you call me
fake I'll say so what? 

I got you standin'
and noddin' like you just shot up 

so boy
straightin' up I'm still rappin' 

comin' at
you fresh. Do you know what happened? 

I'm
sayin' rhymes messin' with your mind 

I
didn't want your girl 'cause she really ain't
fine 

I took her to a motel could've been a
hotel 

It costs me 20 dollars but I did it
so well 

She had to tell your sister, your
sister told you 

Now the whole damn town
calls me playboy too 

I got rhymes, keep
'em comin', they don't stop 

I'm lookin' at
an empty page about to fill it up 

I write
only the truth, speak only to you 

So if I
tell you to say somethin' then you know what to
do 

I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they
never stop 

I live in California, drive a
drop top 

Roll by the beach, look at the
freaks 

jump in my car, I do it every week


DJ's who know call me Mister Short 

All you wanna be mothers get no child support


I'm Too Short baby gettin' rich 

Get
on the mic and then say... Like left to right 

right to left girl stealin' your heart is like
petty theft 

Like 10 to 9, 3 to 2 

I'll always be one up on you 

Like
nightfall makes the sun go down 

CRAZY RACK
laid the beat changed your life around 

From
the sea to the mountains the mountains to the sea


all you're gonna do is wanna rock this
beat 

It's so rough so tough when I talk
this stuff 

When I get on the mic I can't
get enough 

I'm the rapper of the season,
fresh and decent 

All my raps are smooth
and decent 

I'm that rapper known place to
place 

for the hardest raps with the
hardest bass 

You see I rap all the time,
that's the point 

When I walk in the place
I just jam the joint 

Singin' old Too
Short's on the microphone 

The beat's so
fresh can't leave me alone 

You see I rap
so cool I will not shout 

I keep comin' so
hard I might knock you out 

If you battle
with Short that's the chance you take 

so
you better come fresh and don't be fake 

All you weak MC's with your weak drum beats


tellin' all your people you can hang with
me 

Count 1 to 10 count 10 to 20 and I'll
just keep on makin' money 

Life is Too
Short I don't stop 

I'm hooked on money
like a junkie on TOP 

I got to make it
every day, I won't go broke 

Ask me am I
rich and I'll say "no" 

I'm your homeboy
Too Short back again 

puttin' Oakland on
the map my rap will never end 

I'd like to
send a special thanks to the dangerous crew 

for believin' in me when they thought I was
through 

I got rhymes, I keep 'em comin'


I'm on the mic, I won't stop rappin' till
it comes out right 

and when it's BEATIN'
I'll just say "let's roll" 

I make another
record and buy some gold 

I keep rhymin'
and I do it by myself 

I'm like a one man
crew, you see I don't need help 

I get the
job done so all you fake rappers, MC's rap
masters 

Give it up leave that rappin' to
me 

Realizin' young buck you can't rock
that beat 

I rap on the mic and you'll
believe 

Nothin' ain't kickin' like the BIG
OLD C 

It's just one hard rapper spittin' a
rap 

Not 3 or 4 sucka's or a couple of saps


Like born to Mack I'll cash a check 

Walkin' 'round like a fool livin' up to his rep


I'll tell you life ain't long 

What
you waitin' for? 

Thought you wanted to be
like Too Short?