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Nobody Does It Better Lyrics

from Life Is... Too Short

"Nobody Does It Better" is track #4 on the album Life Is... Too Short. It was written by Shaw Todd Anthony.
"Nobody Does It Better" is track #4 on the album Life Is... Too Short. It was written by Shaw Todd Anthony.

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Funky fresh on the microphone
Too $hort
Too $hort

See, I'm fresh like always, I'm comin' at you
And you know I won't stop till I'm through
So get on it, now is the time
Too $hort, baby's gonna spit that rhyme

At you 'cause I'm jammin', so check me
I play the music, even made the beat
'Cause I'm the most rappin', most rhymin'
Rollin' in a drop-top straight high-sidin'

On you, boy, I'm poppin' the most
I come from Oakland, don't play me close
'Cause I'm a player, love to play this game
I get funky out here, pumpin' the name

Too $hort, the one and only, I just rock it
Fat bankrolls in my pocket
Call me 'The Dirty Rapper', I'll say, "Sure"
But I'm a young black entrepreneur

I'm an MC, right? I own a company too
Programmed the drums and made the groove
So when you look in my face, you see a wealthy man
I hope it's not hard for you to understand

I'm the businessman, it's not the same
I'm treated like a dope dealer runnin' the game
And you wonder why I can't get no peace
I'm makin' more than the chief of police, I'm

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Now that I've established one fact
I came here to rap
You got a choice to make about me
Can I get busy, are my raps too weak?

Boy, you're too grown, don't say I'm borin'
Just because you know I come from California
Where many rappers get no respect
I'm at home in a tape deck

I get played and played until it's all played out
Sucker MC's come to my house
They want a contract, get signed up
But like toys they need a good wind-up

Then the other suckers, sayin' no names
Rap on the mic and use New York slang
Even though we don't talk like that out here
The point I'm tryina make comes out so clear

You want paper or plastic, Visa or cash?
You wanna burn rubber, gonna step on the gas
Now nip, dip, roll the strip
Gonna take your mind on a serious tip

Like always I made the beat funky
I keep your head bouncin' like a dope fiend junkie
I got to say it before I break
I never rap fake 'cause I'm

Too $hort, Too $hort
Too $hort, Too $hort
Too $hort, Too $hort
Too $hort, Too $hort

See, I'm fresh like always, no sweat
It's time to jump back in the mix and get
On it, now is the time
Too $hort, baby's gonna spit that rhyme

I sell records everyday
And still I get no radio play
I got homies, they love my beat
So you hear me all over the streets

A tape rhymes with bass, I make it deep
The kinda tape you'll always keep
So if you lose it, you're not my mama's son
It ain't free, go and buy another one

Like a costume party on Halloween
MC's pop up on the scene
So you made a record, I saw your poster
I'm still harder than you, boy, look closer
Won't say who's best, I just tell you the truth

You're not makin' money, so it couldn't be you
So if that leaves me, Too $hort, baby
I keep it in tune like do-re-mi
With a strict rap tempo, bassline simple

Take that, it's a Too $hort rap
It's on you, boy, I'm poppin' the most
I come from Oakland, don't play me close
'Cause I'm

Too $hort, Too $hort
Too $hort, Too $hort
Too $hort, Too $hort
Too $hort, Too $hort

Tell you, nobody does it better than Too $hort
I take a limousine to the airport
Fly first class, never ever last
'Cause a brother like me, I pay cash

Twinkle, twinkle, star in the night
Don't look now but I'm shinin' bright
I know you wanna hear my triple x
Foul language, girls and sex

Well, I'm gonna tell you 'bout livin' the life
Stayin' in school and not smokin' the pipe
It's hard to be a rich man, don't you know?
When you drop out of school and start smokin' dope

It goes D U M B
You're lookin' for some D?
Then start tweakin', it's goin' on
You don't like it? Well, play another song

I got rhymes, you wanna hear?
I sing 'em every day of the year
You try to get it, you think you got it
I hope you like it 'cause you sure can't stop it

This rap is so funky fresh
Too $hort, baby, in the flesh
And if you ever say I'm through
So what? I'm makin' more than you 'cause I'm

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Nobody does it better

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Songwriters
Shaw Todd Anthony

Published by
SRAND MUSIC;UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z SONGS

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