(Instrumental)
ترجمة: DJ الراب. قصص من جميع أنحاء العالم.
Too short, baby, all in your face I rap so hard you can't stop me My last album sold a million copies Me and the Maestro, layin' the beat DJ scratches from
you ball? Your jewels from a cubicle in the mall You gon' need another processor, To process it, I'll set it I said it! So keep running around hot headed
, rap's a load of crap right now, Mr. Dibs will save the day I'll make your day out of play doh, wait, give me a beat from eight-oh wait happened
rap I'm sick and tired of niggaz lyin They fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit they iron Y'all be makin up stories the little
rhymes like these My rap's red hot, 110 degrees So don't start bassin', I'll start placin' Bets on that? You'll be disgracin' You an' your mind from a beatin' from
Killer clown is comin lookin around your town is crumblin This big tech from the midwest, leavin mc's litless On the wake up show, make up no, stories
the fake to reality and make them pay Yo these ghetto rhyme stories got em scared to death I'm tryin to get the fuck out, see what the world's about
Killer Clown is comin Look around, your town is crumblin This Big Tech from the midwest, leavin MC's lipless On The Wake-Up Show, make up no, stories
My rap's red hot - 110 degrees So don't start bassin' I'll start placin' Bets on that you'll be disgracing You and your mind from a beatin' from my
first 48 that bitch smelling like a skunk Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the punk Dont be any game mind you on tellin rap the bunks The breakfast club nigga
