Lyrics:
they all throwaways
Yeah, we can get blammers and hammers, do damage and
Yeah
I'd like to thank all the MC's across New York
Bronx, Brooklyn,
tell all my homies just what she did
She sucked and sucked and she's a bitch to the beat
I'm Too $hort, I said my name is Too $hort and it don't stop
brother
Why? I gets busy, who the hell is he?
The roughneck from New York City
You want to mess around with the ill bastard
then get your ass kicked,
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you
Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
segment leave the whole atmosphere
Pressed-in, I take advantage of niggas like I was molesterin'
Newark New Jersey's what I represent
My brain be
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
dice than casinos
Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.i. MC's
All and together now crew B.C.c.
Rec Posse, G.P., D.M.d.
Ol Dirty stalked East New
what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york
y'all
Be the voice for the streets we supply for years
And go platinum on our most quiet years
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
can't deny
I had some bitches in New York
Some Puerto Rican bitches puerto Ricco
Hey puerto Ricco
Come on puerto Ricco
Hey puerto Ricco
That's what
'cause they comin' out New York
I ain't get a call from you when my mom was in the morgue
Or a nigga needed money, so how the fuck is you my dog?
Got
albums
Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.
Now let's get started, let me break it down to a new track
It's the Funky Payback on wax
Some MC's thought I slipped
How that sound, bro, y'all
appeared on 47 albums
Fuck McDonald and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in
so don't cramp my style
Step off me, I'm hyped like I had a pound of coffee
Yo how could you ask what I'm doin'
When I'm pursuin', gettin' funky
don’t want to go back to what was normal
Let it crumble
Take a moment
Reset
New world order
Reset
New world
Trying to start back at one like McKnight
Move
[Paris]
Again I start this, but I'll add a new twist
so the masses can't resist
The message brought by a Panther strictly
to relieve the disease
Midnight Philly, but walk with me
Mad niggas coming down from New York City
Prolly hit the skating rink USA
Banging Schoolly, "Gangster Boogie"
yo)
'Cause that's my peeps and we rolls deep
Flyin' first class from New York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me, not a motherf- thing
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
of them New York DJ's are jealous
I don't give a FUCK about Funkmaster Flex
He don't give a FUCK about me
They ain't playin my shit on MTV, a bunch
of the hip-hop craze which I desire
Salt from the Pepa and my name is Cher
From Queens, New York not Delaware
I like my steak well-done 'cause I hate it rare
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