Randy Austin - Nobody Does It Better lyrics

Funky fresh on the microphone Too $hort Too $hort [Verse 1 ] 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 Too $hort [Verse 2 ] 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 Californ- Ia 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 s**er 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 s**ers, 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, homie, 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 dopefiend junkie I got to say it before I break I never rap fake Cause I'm Too $hort [Verse 3 ] 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 I take pride in the ba**, 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, ba**line 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 [Verse 4 ] Nobody does it better Tell you, nobody does it better than Too $hort I take a limousine to the airport Fly first cla**, 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 s** 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 Too $hort