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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Too $hort
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joey Coleman
Songwriter
Colin Wolfe
Songwriter
Todd Shaw
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Wolfe
Producer
Ant Banks
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Too $hort
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Too $hort, why you say those nasty words?
Too $hort, why you say those nasty rhymes?
How come you be dissin' all us girls?
Too $hort, why you say those nasty words?
You see, I hit the studio ten years ago
Screamin' out cuss words with no video
Comin' from East Oakland, went nationwide
I made ten album straight and I still ain't died
Wouldn't change for nothin', gettin' paid to kick it
You could rap your whole life and wouldn't make a meal ticket
Don't stop rappin', let your bank keep fallin'
As long as I'm alive, I'ma keep on rollin'
Can't do nothin' for a trick while you bleed
You can put that on whatever you need
Get high, I'll be tryin', don't say a soul
I'll be singin' nasty rhymes even when I'm old
'Cause I don't stop rappin', bank keep stackin'
Wherever there's hoes, best believe I'm mackin'
All you emcees tryin' to take my place
Yellin' - just to hear the people say
Too $hort, why you say those nasty words?
Too $hort, why you say those nasty rhymes?
How come you be dissin' all us girls?
Too $hort, why you say those nasty words?
I talk bad 'bout your girl, it ain't that hard
I never got the big head, still the same old Todd
In every household, they know my name
Females love the way I kick that game
From 1980 to '96
I'm still makin' hits, still buyin' my diss
My crew is thick, and we dangerous
You wanna sign, you tryna hang with us?
You better never talk down on a player
I'm $horty the pimp, they know 'bout me everywhere
I get my cash quick, I ain't no fast trick
I got paint for gas, you can't have this
You say, "Hey Too $hort, why you rap so nasty?"
I look you in the face and say, "Don't ask me nothin'"
They'll never take my place
I'm yellin' - just to hear the people say
American boy, you ah try to take my pimp
Boy, you don't know nothin'
Oh yeah, so you're a pimp, but not no good man
You're not a drug dealer, you're a nothin'
You're a no nothin' boy
Don't come try disrespect no big black woman
You must respect them no matter what the disrespectin' thing man
Don't get it wrong, girl
You see, I got a gang of homies that I put on deck
I make the shit that you bump when you in the projects
You can check my file and won't find a flaw
You can ask these bitches, am I really raw?
Like Captain Fowl, I cuss you out while I s-
Forget it, don't ask me how
Too $hort shocked the world, came back again though
East open vet, don't smoke Nintendo
I make a new album every year
My speakers so loud, I can barely hear
I got a top-notch, with some big ol' breasts
I like to hit the tan and oil, let it drip on her chest
And start strokin', that's how it should be
I let bust up everywhere but in her p-
And if sometimes things don't go my way
I say, - just to hear the people say
Too $hort, why you say those nasty words?
Too $hort, why you say those nasty rhymes?
How come you be dissin' all us girls?
Too $hort, why you say those nasty words?
Writer(s): Joey Coleman, Todd Anthony Shaw, Colin Fitzroy Wolfe
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