song, the real song Which she won't even admit to herself Beat narrow heart, the song lots of people know It's a painful song, it'll only say the truth
tough See, we don't need handcuffs, let's get our bodies jam up Hey, take a sip of this, take a puff of that That was free punch and this is cush up
, I gets more chips than ahoy I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully I ain't never had a hit but still
gun, pop pop, aiyyo, let's go Here we go y'all New shit new shit, out the door y'all Shorty Pimp, E-Dub once again So buy you some of this ghetto slum
game With a Falcon, Cougar or a Mustang Me and Freddy B used to hit the turfs With a bag of tapes puttin' in work, biatch In '83 you hit a house party
the microphone and start making hits 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
again You can take away my beat and touch my pen My name is short that's a fake because I rap so long Other rappers hear pop I put funk in this song
never simp Since I started walking I had this limp It was a cool type walk, just like me The Too S-H-O-R-T I might be young, but I spit this game I start
and all that shit Here's another rap that I'm ready to spit It goes like this, my name is $hort I'm tearin' shit up like never before Pimp slaps, makin
't stop Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone And I'm macking Hit it! I'm not a wanna-be pimp, I never simp Since I Started walking I had this limp
're all listening to my song that's a good sign So either you bought it, it's on the radio or your friend is sayin ha ha listen to this funny song That
Said I wouldn't last for long Said I had one hit and wondered 'bout my part in songs Asking what's the label on Had this came along, why the hell the
give way [Katy B] Said id walk the last for long Said I had one hit and wondered back my parted songs Asking whats the label on Had this came along Why
decent human being in me It just can't be found so the reason you've been seeing this me Is 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean
wrote this song again [Incomprehensible] Pull 'em out and let them glide Hang 'em high Put 'em hankies in the sky Out of town niggas what you need, hit
hoes? Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it gets This isn't gob this is a blister in the salt Those are your wounds this is the salt,
I start this song man I just want to thank everybody for being so patient And baring with me over these last couple of years While I figure this shit