Burn Rubber
Too $hort Lyrics
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Yeah you know about that, real players
The real ones
I burn rubber on you quick as hell
You need some toilet paper, don't shit on yourself
When you see me rollin in luxury
I won't fuck witchu, so don't fuck with me
I'm just ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
It's no big deal when little hotties get hot
When niggaz get jealous, somebody get shot
You in love? Might make you lose your mind
That's why I run these gray girls, two at a time
With no discretion, to me you're so depressin
Actin like you don't know, my profession
I look at them thighs, and look at them titties
Take your ass straight on out, of Sin City
Wearin all pink just like Hello Kitty
Bringin back all see-notes and no fifties
Burnin rubber on these bitches, so fast..
Burn rubber as you smash all fast
Tell it like $hort, no ass, no pass
All you Santa Claus players, be on your way
With a bag full of toys on the back of your sleigh
You hit your girls house, one by one
Climb down the chimney, and give 'em all somethin
You trick, don't come around me frontin
Talkin 'bout how you pimpin givin hoes what they wantin
You worse than a studio gangsta
Behind closed doors, gettin his bootyhole spanked up
You suckers disrespect the game
All these video hoes out there spittin your name
You love it when they make that, ass clap
But she don't give me no cash, I'll pass it back
I kick her where she stash the crack
In the plastic sack, when she crash the 'llac
Punk bitch!
They tryin' to give the rap game to some real punks
It's just like when disco, killed the funk
Can't tell me nothin', when I know I'm right
Like a bowlegged bitch with a overbite, that suck it right
Player this pimp don't lie
How many porn stars you know that went to Crenshaw High?
A lot of fuckin' for a whole lot of nuttin'
You just wannabe noticed so you're out there sluttin'
I never really cared about popular fame
It's all about sittin' on top of the game
So don't stop 'til your panties drop
Fuck the mayor, the preacher, and a cop
You better tell him what it cost, get his mind on track
Cause he look like he lost
Bring him back, and dig in his pockets quick
Steal his watch, and make sure he got a drop, beotch
The lyrics to the Too $hort song "Burn Rubber" are a classic example of his raw and unapologetic approach to rap. Throughout the song, $hort talks about his luxurious lifestyle and his disdain for those who try to emulate him without putting in the work. He warns anyone who tries to cross him that they will experience his wrath, and he raps about the importance of staying true to oneself in the face of a rap industry that is often dominated by pretenders and fads.
One of the most striking aspects of "Burn Rubber" is the way in which $hort talks about his sexual exploits. He speaks with pride and confidence about his ability to attract and satisfy women, and he doesn't hesitate to put down those who he considers to be inferior or unworthy. At the same time, there is a sense of vulnerability in his lyrics, as he acknowledges the way in which love and lust can both be dangerous and unpredictable forces.
Overall, the song is a powerful reflection of $hort's persona as a rapper and as a social figure. He is unapologetically brash and outspoken, and he refuses to compromise his values or his vision for the sake of popularity or approval. At the same time, he has a deep connection with his fans and with the culture of hip hop, and he understands the importance of staying true to those roots even as he pushes the boundaries of the genre.
Line by Line Meaning
Inside beotch
I am here inside the building
Yeah you know about that, real players
You know that I am a real player
I burn rubber on you quick as hell
I leave quickly without hesitation
You need some toilet paper, don't shit on yourself
Don't panic or mess up under pressure
When you see me rollin in luxury
When you see me in a fancy car
I won't fuck witchu, so don't fuck with me
I won't associate with you if you cause problems
I'm just ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
I'm just driving and enjoying myself
I look at all the young hoes trippin
I observe younger women acting foolishly
It's no big deal when little hotties get hot
It's not surprising when young attractive women attract attention
When niggaz get jealous, somebody get shot
When men get jealous, violence can occur
You in love? Might make you lose your mind
Being in love can cloud your judgement
That's why I run these gray girls, two at a time
That's why I juggle multiple partners
With no discretion, to me you're so depressin
You're depressing to me because you lack discretion
Actin like you don't know, my profession
You're pretending not to know that I am a pimp
I look at them thighs, and look at them titties
I look at a woman's physical features
Take your ass straight on out, of Sin City
Get out of Las Vegas
Wearin all pink just like Hello Kitty
Dressed in pink like the character Hello Kitty
Bringin back all see-notes and no fifties
Bringing back one dollar bills instead of fifty dollar bills
Burnin rubber on these bitches, so fast..
Leaving quickly from these women
Tell it like $hort, no ass, no pass
To be with me you must have an attractive body
All you Santa Claus players, be on your way
Insincere players should leave
With a bag full of toys on the back of your sleigh
With a lot of empty promises and no real actions
You hit your girls house, one by one
You visit each of your women separately
Climb down the chimney, and give 'em all somethin
Provide each woman with something (likely sexual)
You trick, don't come around me frontin
Don't come near me if you're being dishonest
Talkin 'bout how you pimpin givin hoes what they wantin
Boasting about pimping and satisfying women's desires
You worse than a studio gangsta
You're fake and phony
Behind closed doors, gettin his bootyhole spanked up
You engage in sexual activities behind closed doors
You suckers disrespect the game
You disrespect the game of pimping
All these video hoes out there spittin your name
Women appearing in music videos mention your name
You love it when they make that, ass clap
You enjoy watching women's butts jiggle
But she don't give me no cash, I'll pass it back
If a woman doesn't give me money, I will leave her
I kick her where she stash the crack
I hit a woman where she's hiding drugs
In the plastic sack, when she crash the 'llac
In the plastic bag when she crashes the car
Punk bitch!
Insult directed at someone
They tryin' to give the rap game to some real punks
They are trying to change the rap game to be more weak
It's just like when disco, killed the funk
It's like when disco music replaced funk music
Can't tell me nothin', when I know I'm right
You can't convince me otherwise when I know I'm right
Like a bowlegged bitch with a overbite, that suck it right
Like a woman with certain physical attributes who is good at oral sex
Player this pimp don't lie
I am telling the truth
How many porn stars you know that went to Crenshaw High?
Rhetorical question implying that no porn stars have gone to a local high school
A lot of fuckin' for a whole lot of nuttin'
A lot of sex with nothing to show for it
You just wannabe noticed so you're out there sluttin'
You want to be noticed so you're being promiscuous
I never really cared about popular fame
I've never cared about being popular
It's all about sittin' on top of the game
It's about being successful in the pimping game
So don't stop 'til your panties drop
Don't give up until you achieve your goals
Fuck the mayor, the preacher, and a cop
Disregard authority figures
You better tell him what it cost, get his mind on track
You better explain the expenses and get him back on track
Cause he look like he lost
He looks confused or uninformed
Bring him back, and dig in his pockets quick
Bring him back to me and steal from him quickly
Steal his watch, and make sure he got a drop, beotch
Steal his watch and make sure he has drugs to sell
Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, MUSIC MANAGEMENT, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: TODD ANTHONY SHAW, HARRY PALMER, JONATHAN H. SMITH, ROBERT ARTHUR FORD, JAMES MOORE, RUSSELL W. SIMMONS, LAWRENCE SMITH
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@maurolopez4818
Inside beotch
Yeah you know about that, real players
The real ones
I burn rubber on you quick as hell
You need some toilet paper, don't shit on yourself
When you see me rollin in luxury
I won't fuck witchu, so don't fuck with me
I'm just ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
I look at all the young hoes trippin
It's no big deal when little hotties get hot
When niggaz get jealous, somebody get shot
You in love? Might make you lose your mind
That's why I run these gray girls, two at a time
With no discretion, to me you're so depressin
Actin like you don't know, my profession
I look at them thighs, and look at them titties
Take your ass straight on out, of Sin City
Wearin all pink just like Hello Kitty
Bringin back all see-notes and no fifties
Burnin rubber on these bitches, so fast..
Burn rubber as you smash all fast
Tell it like $hort, no ass, no pass
All you Santa Claus players, be on your way
With a bag full of toys on the back of your sleigh
You hit your girls house, one by one
Climb down the chimney, and give 'em all somethin
You trick, don't come around me frontin
Talkin 'bout how you pimpin givin hoes what they wantin
You worse than a studio gangsta
Behind closed doors, gettin his bootyhole spanked up
You suckers disrespect the game
All these video hoes out there spittin your name
You love it when they make that, ass clap
But she don't give me no cash, I'll pass it back
I kick her where she stash the crack
In the plastic sack, when she crash the 'llac
Punk bitch!
They tryin' to give the rap game to some real punks
It's just like when disco, killed the funk
Can't tell me nothin', when I know I'm right
Like a bowlegged bitch with a overbite, that suck it right
Player this pimp don't lie
How many porn stars you know that went to Crenshaw High?
A lot of fuckin' for a whole lot of nuttin'
You just wannabe noticed so you're out there sluttin'
I never really cared about popular fame
It's all about sittin' on top of the game
So don't stop 'til your panties drop
Fuck the mayor, the preacher, and a cop
You better tell him what it cost, get his mind on track
Cause he look like he lost
Bring him back, and dig in his pockets quick
Steal his watch, and make sure he got a drop, beotch
@Bribaby23
Still one of my favorite songs. People really be trying it with this beat 😂
@matthewlowe6360
Remember buying this album when I was a kid, my mom was wanting to throw it out the car window.
@sallylauper8222
LOL
@EpicureanWorld
Ur mom knew better
@mistersmith3986
That means it was the right album!
@brandycoke713
😂
@estevon39
Bought this CD and wondered why I haven't hear this before. This is tight. Keeping it real.
@chubbycheek120
👌🎶 too short will always slap !
@BleedingCooter
hi-five
@kvngviper9155
2019 baby this shot slaps like beam🔥