[Hook] (Too Short)
I, I only see em' on the late night creep
And I, fuck her good and never fall asleep
Cause I, I'm just a big ol' pimp I run, so deep
And its alright, she opened up cause I don't have the key
(Take your clothes of, BIATCH, take your clothes off) la-da-da-la...
(Take your clothes of, BIATCH, take your clothes off)
(Take your clothes of, BIATCH, take your clothes off) la-da-da-la...
(Take your clothes of, BIATCH, take your clothes off)
[Murder One]
Damn, I'm about to smack this
Peepable brown miraculous!, glutious-maximus, shorty is bad as shit!
Little cutie got skills like magic dust, (bling) her throat skills feels fabulous (oh shit)
Nigga mother-fucker feel like this an ambulance
Put a nigga in a coma with some bomb ass head
You mad at me, cause I get it for free you cant, top dolla
Cause you wanna get made, you heard what i said?
Pussy make weak niggas dead
True dat' that's a thang, take two plus bitch, pass it back
I get ass in the Caddillac, Murder One in the house not havin' that
Get freaky wit' me shit I'm bringin' ya back
Oh you lovin' this mack, cause I got your leg shakin' like that
Cause a nigga's straight killin' the cat
[Too Short]
Kill that pussy, make it wet, make it sweat
Make it wet, eat this dick put in the work and get minimal rich, bitch
I'm all about this money ho, ho money keep comin' you wanna bum some mo'
Yo nigga keep payin' what you want me fo'?
They call me Shorty Pimp, mackin' ho's from here to Flint
I know for a fact it's on again cause I picked her up at 1AM
[Hook]
[Murder One]
Girl, I like the way you shake that thang
Get it girl, make that change
Like the way you pop, drop, stop, say my name
Girl I ain't bout' playin', brown skin with a bow-leg
Head cross on fo'-head, five-eight with her shoes on
She said "I want what you want", now I'm at her home and I'm fuckin on her futon
Like girl let's do some'n, I ain't gone cum you cum
Homegirl got a true monkey, monkey wanna call that two-some
Come through, with henny and coke, plenty of smoke, plenty of the folks just with me
We ball out pretty, we told on twentie's, we fall out shitty
So if y'all not with me, y'all see me mob with two ho's
Y'all see em' slob on my knob, mobbin' my bob
Y'all drivin' too close
[Too Short]
I know you from Chi-town, pimp her
Break a bitch and lie down in her
Make a little church girl a sinner
Dont worry im finna', put her in a skirt and send her to work
Big pimpin' on the turf, she better use it til' it hurts
Put the money in her bra and not her purse
Bitch, make that cocky glass then panties always drop fast
Dont ever stuff that ass, just hit me when you got my cash
[Hook]
La-da-da-la...
[Too Short]
You know we ridin', yeah we ridin'
I got my nigga MC Breed in the house
Big Baller, what you ridin' boy, what you ridin'
[Hook]
I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum peices and some ho's from over seas
A mansion, a yaht, and some G's,
Everything about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah
Cant even tell you what I make a year
I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum peices and some ho's from over seas
A mansion, a yaht, and some G's,
Everything about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah
Cant even tell you what I make a year
[MC Breed] (Too Short)
(Spit it)
Max fold, the chef could be proffesional when rap is my colateral, for this cash flow
I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum peices and some ho's from over seas
A mansion, a yaht, and some G's
To be respected for the past and the present
Uh, and show my ass at every session (yeah)
And sure enough, (what) I'm gettin' closer to my destin
(Nigga, Breed you ain't shit) No interuptions only testin'
(But I do) Uh, prove that I'm smooth with an aseditive
Bumpin' just a little bit better than my competitor
Hard you better than, you ain't gotta say it is
Everyday that's the way it is, keep it Manist
Back for some of that, Breed when the funk shit
All up in yo' ass and get cash yo' ass bump this
Bobb and weave MC's never could handle me
Thinkin' bout' changin' my name to Scandal-la, you follow
Now get the paper with my motto
Them niggas need to get in position and go on and hate me if you gotta
Gotta meal won't you have a plate, I'll have you wait
Go on and sit inside my Lincoln while I navigate
[Hook]
[Too Short]
Mackin' in my lac and when I stack em' in the back
I don't give them bitches slack, cause if she's in my Cadillac
She'll be giving up the crack tryna' get a niggas scratch
When she suck a million dicks the bitch'll get a platinum plack
I said BIATCH, that's what I said when I grabbed her pony tail and she was givin' me head
I said BIATCH, you know what's up I put my dick in my draws' and zipped my jeans up
And instantly; you finna' see how pimpishly, I get these ho's in the streets
You niggas killin' me; you ain't feelin' me the bitch got you burnin' smokin' penni-cillin-weed
Or dip yo' dick in some hennessy, you'll be a God damned fool if you listen to me
I tell you shit that you can't believe, I got the bad ass bitches and they stankin' free
[Hook]
[Too Short]
I told Breed these young niggas think we gettin' old
I seen em' gettin gas down on Cascade Road, still makin' money in these new days
Used to have sky pagers now we got two-ways
We dipped to my house and let the beat crank
So many placks on the wall you cant see the paint
But its loud, you know how wild your friends get
Ballin' so long been through three body styles and big Benz's
If I cut it, in the garage
I'll make the bitch think im the wizard of Oz
Click yo' heels three times you swear you seen magic
Now she's a star, she used to be a maget
Her pussy went platinum, thats what I heard
Like when I'm rappin, you never get enough of my word
I'm in my third decade of gettin paid to rap
Back in the day my tapes stained the deck
[Hook]
[Too Short]
This shit bumpin mine ain't it
Oh you gotta be riders if you wanna bum this Short dog shit
You can't be in no little bullshit ass car with no bullshit system
What you ridin' nigga, you got candy?
You got rims nigga?, yo' beat aint bumpin' nigga
BEYOTCH!
Short Dog's in the house, once again with this pimp shit
Chorus:
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
For fifteen years I've been a real player
So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah
Verse 1: Too $hort
I met this girl in Atlanta
She let a nigga fuck but I still can't stand her
The pussy wasn't good I said "What's up bitch?
I'm tired of fuckin' can you suck dick?"
She said "No", but she had another friend
So I switched like a real pimp
Laying on my back with my dick in her mouth
I said "Beyotch!! What you talkin' 'bout?"
She mumbled something, I don't know what she said
Smoking on a joint gettin some bomb-ass head
Bitch said her name was Theresa
All on my dick like cheese on pizza
In the A-T-L where the grass is greener
I fucked Nina, Melina, Sabrina and Tina
When I first moved out there, I met Holly
Five-foot one with a bad ass body
Freaky little bitch she was a Gemini
She used to stand up and say "Shoot it in my eye!"
I met another girl went to Spellman College
Every day after school I aquired the knowledge
I took her to my house so I could get some
I fucked her real good and made the bitch cum
She was hella limber, said her name was Amber
She wouldn't stop screaming, that's all I remember
I had another freak, her name was Wendy
When I first met the bitch she said "Please don't pimp me!"
I did it anyway
I'm coming straight from Oakland, C-A
Ain't no other way, like my girl Shante
She lives in Atlanta, but she comes from the Bay
Let me hit that hometown pussy on the strimp
Look out for a nigga, treat me like a pimp
You know I can't forget about the strippers
Cinderella with the glass slipper
Top down in the Benz ain't spendin' no ends
Fat bag of indo, bring all your friends
It's like Lotto, you get a quick pick
Bitches said they heard I had a big dick
So I showed it to 'em, only took one second
Dick rock hard, bitches gettin' nekked
Chorus:
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
For fifteen years I've been a real player
So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah
Verse 2: Too $hort
I know another bitch, her name is Terri
I lied to the bitch "It's about time I get married"
I couldn't see me pimpin' her
So I fucked her next door neighbor, Jennifer
She had two roommates, Cindy and Amy
Terri caught me creepin' and said "Nigga don't play me!"
But them hoes liked to freak
I used to send 'em new niggas every other week
I never would tell you all the hoes I fucked
These are the tales, some of this shit I made up
I change the name so I can rhyme and shit
So if it's you, you know the time bitch!
I spent the night with Monique in between the sheets
It was her, her girlfriend April and me
I do it on the regular, two at a time
Call it what you want I be a fool wit' mine
Like them Texas niggas, I never would change
Like my niggas up in Cleveland spit the good game
These hoes recognize when I come in the door
I ain't trickin bitch, so what you want me for?
Like Natalie, swearin' up and down I had to be the one
Bitch lets have some fun
I fucked her, you thought I didn't
Short Dog's in the house and I keep on pimpin'
So then I fucked the twins, Sharon and Karen
Went straight for the panties, but they wasn't wearin 'em
Don't ask me who I fucked first, it ain't my fault
In the end, I still got the same results
Chorus:
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
For fifteen years I've been a real player
So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah
Verse 3: Too $hort
Hell yeah, I never would forget Charlene
We was layin real close like two sardines
Talkin', laughin', kissin' and shit
Next thing I know she started kissin' my dick
You know the rest, before she left I paged Mia
I told her "I got a new freak over here"
She rushed over, I left and when I came back
Them hoes was lickin' cats
They call me "Short" when I'm pimpin', "Dog" when I'm mackin'
Gotta get the money, thats all thats happenin'
She wants to be my love slave, I need some bug spray
To keep these hoes away
I never would tell you all the hoes I fucked
These are the tales, some of this shit I made up
I change the name so I can rhyme and shit
So if it's you, you know the time bitch!
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
For fifteen years I've been a real player
So if you wanna get fucked say hell yeah (hell yeah)
Beyotch!
And it don't stop
Old school Short Dog
Still spittin' it
Still gettin' it
Gettin' that money
Eastside baby, Oakland
You ain't knowin?
Yeah, we balling baby
(As we proceed to give you what we need) thats right
Oh you dont know, we gonna tell you how it is
Chorus:
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
Verse One:
YOu thought it was a fad, you really cant understand rap
How these young playas come up and live fat
Big houses, cars, watch the homies bubble
Do a lot of good but cant stay out of trouble
?? cause hes the president, he bought a lot of stuff you could never get
Take us to the game you wanna see my bus,
but all the little kids wanna be like us
When they get home, and turn the TV on,
its Too $hort baby on the microphone
I see a lot of styles when im watching videos
Looking at the backround talking at the hoes
Then they R and B cats incorporated rap into their program
(What happened to the slow jams)
We dropping platinum, numba one, bitch, thats how its done
Chorus:
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
Verse Two:
Lil homie went to school everyday, knew what he wanted
Wa'nt trying to be a thug wa'nt trying to get blunted
It was all a dream, but theres certain things
You gotta do, like do good in school
His best friend wouldnt listen didnt make good grades
Coach kicked him off the team wouldnt let 'em play
So he stopped going to school and started hangin with some g's
Drinkin beer and smoking weed
Two years later one went to college quick he got a basketball scholarship
His homeboy was in the hood one day got arrested
Took him to the pen they say he got molested
Jealous cause his old friend took the right path
Watching ESPN I saw him in the draft
Now he got a V-12 sittin on dubs, thats how it is when ya what
Chorus:
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
Verse Three:
She used to be a nerd on the honor roll
A four eye conesour, books kinda short on looks
A latch key kid, best friend was her computer
In high school nobody wanted to do her
When she graduated from college she got paid
Got a good job, now she got it made
Gots some contacts, and let her hair down
She gots the legs and the walk that'll make you stare her down
You betta get youre shit together you running out of time
Something on your mind, you need to stop lyin'
You aint balling like her you cant get into the party
Out in beverly hills trying flip a ferrari
Butcha credit aint cool and you got declined
He said "Youre welcome" and "But to come back anytime"
But me, im spending cash for this bitch
And thats just the way it is
Chorus:
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Aww hell nah nigga
We ain't doin no freestyles
Don't even know how to do that shit
*chuckling*
Yeah whatevah
Check it out man, check this one out
I been rappin for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now sayin pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went to school
Talkin bout pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff
Now you're flowin like your name is water
But I'm ten years older and my game is harder
I'm not tryin to say you're out there dissin
I'm just tryin to say lil nigga listen
Before you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin on the next nigga's mackin style
And it's all from head, passin round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach
Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called Quest
And you gots no respect for me, is that right?
Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight
and keep rappin, I'm floatin past all the stops
In a clean ass Benz I have all the props
Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser
And a Too $hort fan, faithfully
When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
Let me tell you somethin bout a nigga named Short
Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow
But let me hit the mall with the same MC's
I be signin autographs, spend a gang of G's
While you walkin round broke, nobody knows ya
Lookin like you smoked a whole sack of doja
Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars
Standin in a circle with some wannabe stars
Freestylin, but you ain't original
You just shootin everything and you pimpin hoes
And to think you could hang with me
I never would spit this game for free
I'm the T-double-O, S-H, O-R-T
I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is gettin bank
Gettin head, gettin hella dank
I drop my top when it's hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain't havin no money
I set trends in the rap game bitch
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit
I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap
No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick
Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it
I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your mother
But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it undercover
Now you're all grown up, with your partners rappin
But old Short Dawg'll your ass what happened
To a fake MC, who tried to get with me
I ended his career, instantly
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
Now let's compare the lifestyles, of me and you
You're phony and I'm all about bein true
You drive a bucket, that you bought for a G
I ride around snuffin them fo'-eighteens
In the back of a motherfuckin big ass truck
Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked
Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and Caddy
Fine lil bitches havin sex with Daddy
I ain't givin no bitch, no kind of slack
You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack
What's yours is hers, she don't trip
Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitch
But you're so weak, and it shows in your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't stand it, so whaddayou say
Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin way
But here I am, workin in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
Now ask New York, can Too $hort flow
Ask Detroit, they'll let them niggaz know
Then ask Philly, can I rap
South side of Chicago, who's the mack?
I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me
Everytime I perform, I make a lot of G's
Cause I'm paid for this motherfuckin rap shit
Eatin good like a motherfuckin fat bitch
Every single day at the house what's wrong wichu
Eatin fast food if you only knew
I understand though, cause I been there befo'
Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go
Daydreams, about bein great
It all started back when I was sellin tapes
in eighty-two eighty-three eighty-fo' on up
Waitin still waitin just to blow on up
And when it happened, I still had to wait
I didn't get paid til eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I'm a true blue West coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the rest
All that money we makin don't fault the West
Cause we ain't the ones who created rap
But when we made the shit, we made it fat
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
Yeah! That's how we do it in Oaktown, baby...
$hort Dog's on the microphone...
Straight from the East Side...
I'm a player, bitch, Oakland style
They call me playboy $hort, I know it's been a while
Since dangerous crew took the time to say hello
Mothafuckas makin' money in the ghetto
It's just another day and it's way too real
All my bitches cut, so what? That's how I feel
It's all good so just make me rich
And get in where you fit in, bitch
Well, I get high cause that's what I do
What about you? Tell me is it true?
I heard you was thru, your ass went broke
Jewerly got pawned and your cars got sold
But on the long run you got nothin' to prove
Life to me is like a funk in the groove
You gotta get right in where you belong
Find a right mission and ride the songRide it...Oakland style...Bitch!
What happened to that other rapper y'all used to fuck with?
Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, Whatever
that motherfucker name is, man we got a real crew, we got
motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and
shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we got some real shit
Trying to be like $hort motherfucker, you know what I'm saying?
Dangerous Music got some mack shit for your ass, boy
Fuck him up, $hort
[Too $hort]
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you wanna be me for?
It's your life, you wish it was a Too $hort rap
But you gots no game, and your bass ain't fat
You need to quit, rapping just ain't your place
So back on the grind and don't catch no case
Bitches, that's what you always be
Like the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this ain't no race
I pull it out and shoot it right in her face
You probably wine her and dine her
And get jealous when you can't find her
You're nothing but a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is Too $hort, I'm In the House like that
Shorty the Pimp, was Born to Mack
And I don't stop rapping, one thing I never do
Is stop making this funky-ass shit to ride to
And other rap crews can see
Dangerous Crew got the funky beats
And when I see ya, and act like I don't know ya
I'm like Missouri, cause I can show ya
Why is my shit so funky it stanks?
Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant Banks
You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew
You might of just learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all your songs
Done you like a hoe and then sent your ass home
One punk came and went
Had to fire the hoe, but I'm still a pimp
(MC) Lawrence (The fake gangsta)
Would've never been shit without the Bad-Ass Banksta (The little punk)
Now he's gonna play on out (Like a mark)
Had to put his fat foot in his mouth (Little bitch)
Quick to say "I'm sorry" when you're funny
Y'all can have him, cause Dangerous don't want him
He'll tell a lie almost every other minute
I'm like Bennett, I ain't in it
Go on with your reject rap attack
You'll get more from a prize in a Cracker Jack
And since Banks said he can't have no more funk (Hell naw)
Get in where you fit in, punk
It's what life is all about...
Did that get him, did that get it? (Yeah, you got him)
Wait, it's the end? (Bitch-ass nigga)
You like that shit? (Hell yeah) Damn, you like that, nigga!
You a fool (Tore his ass up!) Banks you a fool for that!
(Fuck that nigga) (Goddamn!)
Man, fuck that punk-ass nigga, man trying to fuck with the Dangerous
Crew, nigga, you can't hang with this shit, nigga, we got niggas
way tighter than you man,you old wanna be me asshole nigga, come with
some real niggas from East Oakland, nigga
[Rappin' Ron]
I'm a Bad-N-Fluenz, so keep your fucking kids away from me
Cause the motherfucking turf is the place to be
Where hella niggas get shot at
So you'd better pop back, or your ass getting dropped, black
Cause niggas lay you on your back fast
So you'd better grab a gat and pop a cap in they black ass
And let loose the whole clip
And let these motherfuckers know that you ain't taking no shit
I mean you gotta be a nut, fool
And you can't give a fuck, you can cut nigga, fuck school
Because that shit don't even last long
Get a key from an OG and get your fucking cash on
And if a nigga got some grip, get your gank on
But if a nigga popping lip, get your bank on
Don't ever go out like another sucker
You gotta show everybody that you the baddest motherfucker
Show them niggas you the biggest boss
And ain't no slipping stopping the tripping just popping
a clip and breaking them niggas off
Cause see life ain't nothing but just riches to me
Getting high with my partners and bitches to see
Yep, that's what life is all about
You eating the cunt and she sucking your dick and you
fucking that bitch and kicking that bitch up out
I ain't a model, and I don't play the fucking role
Don't be shit when you're old, nigga fuck a goal
You wanna be somebody, I tell your ass you can't
You little bad motherfucker, go on and hit the dank
That's how it is in the Oaktown
These motherfuckers didn't know? Well these motherfuckers know now
And don't be jealous and mad we doing shit
Cause I don't give a fuck, I'm from the Bad-N-Fluenz clique
[Ant Diddley Dog]
You wanna follow in my footsteps, well put on your gangsta hat
Burn the sack, and don't be ashamed to mack
I'm bout to tell you how a true player has to be
The shit comes naturally, so hoes quit asking me
I never listened and used to cuss in back of the church
Black to the max sense my birth, packing a gat on the turf
Ready to drop any sucker on contact
You can't keep me calm, black, so pass me the bomb sack
And watch me extend with a grin to another place
I live on the edge and the Feds and the brothers space
But ain't no stopping this fool, I'm on a rampage
Breaks out in a damn rage, so don't try to stand, break
Sit in the range, you'll get maimed, I don't fight fair
Strike with a mic, in a psyche is a nightmare
And I'm always using my dick cause I'm slick with a fly bitch
And Rappin' ass Ron is my psychopath sidekick
Two hardhead niggas, yeah we advocate violence
Talking shit to the world cause we don't have to stay silent
Steady searching for a bad plan, thinking like a mad man
Your crew think they tight, but when I come they a sad clan
So fuck it, I'm always causing ruckus
Whoever wanna disagree thenn grab my dick and suck it
Diddley is always doing shit, distructive and I ruin shit
You stepping, pack your weapon fucking with the Bad-N-Fluenz clique
[Rappin' Ron]
Fuck it, it's just another nigga dead
I pulled the trigger and I figure lead, that's when the nigga bled
Bloodshed is what I see in the nighttime
Strange and deranged, I ain't in my right mind
I can't relate, I'm stuck in a dream state
A psychopath, and Diddley Dog is my teammate
Swe we a closer, to Fred and Barney Rubble
So step to Bad-N-Fluenz and you know you in double trouble
Motherfucker, we the Bad-N-Fluenz clique
Some lunatics, and we known to ruin shit
A terrorist, I ain't never been a role model
Nigga I grab the fucking 40 and down the whole bottle
And I don't even like fucking with no alcohol
But I'll snatch a joint, and get smoked out for y'all
Getting lit, never having a fit
On the avenue, having brew, grabbing my dick
And if your clique talking shit, it's your clique I'm a terrorize
The nine to your spine, now your ass is paralyzed
I'm dangerous, and I ain't even mad yet
I drop with couch and watch you bounce like a bad check
Cause I'm a mack that's from 8900, bitch
Rappin' Ron and Diddley Dog and Bad-N-Fluenz ruling shit
[Diddley Dog]
Fool don't understand all the shit that goes on up in this nigga's head
>From the hood come if you would but you might end up dead
See these sick-ass Oakland streets done turned me out
Surviving and making cash is what it's about
Some people ask me why I commit crimes to earn my scratch
But I'm black and I'm trapped and I can't turn back
I was raised as a cruel kid
Because the streets taught me more than these fake-ass schools did
I tried the education system but I dropped it
So now I'm in the goddamn game and can't stop it
And I'm a motherfucking threat to authority
Make the police sweat when they check this wreckless minority
You want more of me, come to Oakland, that's where I be at
Selling dope with my folks, come close and see I react
Hard niggas addicted to dirty money, fast cars, and fine hoes
On the drink every day like winos
And sometimes I be slipping up off the blunt
So I packs a pump for the punks who wanna try for their stunt
Cause I would never tell a hoe how I make my green
I cut my cream on an un so I can't be seen
And then I bump up on the block and knock after knock
Watch the cop jock as I create a be a hot spot
Pushing slugs just to make it
I'm in the game and it's real and a nigga can't fake it
I know it's sad what I'm doing
And I don't give a fuck, I'm Ant Diddley Dog and I'm a Bad-N-Fluenz
Nigga you think you got the shit in?
You gotta get in where you fit in, bitch
Motherfucker, you outta pocket, punk-ass bitch
Swoll-ass motherfucker, you can't fuck with the crew, nigga
You need to get in where you fit in
Right about now in the place to be
Too $hort baby
Gettin' real funky with the motherfuckin'
Dangerous Crew, bitch, with that old school
Too $hort baby, I'm so hard
Pimpin' these hoes on the boulevard
But I'm not here to tell ya bout me
I got a little story bout a nasty freak
She's the kind of girl you think about in bed
Blowjob Betty givin' real good head
Bust a left nut, right nut in her jaw
Sperm on her cheeks is all ya saw
She could blow more head than a whale blows water
Blowjob Betty make your dick get harder
She's a one of a kind, a hell of a girl
A trip and a half around the world
Catch her gettin' busy, bitch wouldn't stop
She's the kind of girl that'll make your toes pop
Every time I used to see her, I would know what's up
Blowjob Betty better blow me up
I remember the day when I first met her
Bitch kinda loose so I knew I'd get her
Walked up to her said
"my name is $hort, just what you've been lookin' for"
Pimp is my game, I do it the best
Hoe fuck with me, she don't get no rest
Well after that, I G'ed the freak
I used to stop by and fuck about twice a week
And from the very first time I went to her house
Walked in the door and stuck my dick in her mouth
$hort Dog'll get bitches anytime I wanna
Got a big dick and lay it right on her tonsils
Only stick it in about half way back
Cause if I put it all in, it bust straight through her neck
Niggas always sayin' how they fucked that bitch
But I'm the only nigga that the bitch made rich
Like any other tramp she loved to fuck
With any motherfucker got nuts to suck
I spit game to the bitch, just like this
Why you runnin' round suckin' all that dick for no money?
It didn't take long to stay true to the game
And get my pimpin' on
But every once in a while you get a stupid hoe
Bitch ain't about money and she'll never know how to get it
Blowjob Betty was dumb
A fiend for a fuck and a mouth full of cum
She made money for a minute but she loved the sex
So I cut the bitch loose like a old school 'vette
6 months later, I'm still a pimp, I'm still a player
One night at a club, she was puttin' in work
All you had to do was step up to her
She was in the bathroom sayin' one at a time
Wasn't my bitch but she still was fine
So I went in the back room, seen the bitch
Slapped her on the head, said, "you ready to switch?"
And to the players out there
Instantly, Blowjob Betty started servin' me
Cause the player I am to the day I'm dead
I was sittin' on the sink gettin' some head
It was all so good and much too true
One young freak and a whole damn crew
But then I shot that fatal nut
Must of knocked that bitch on her butt
She couldn't even breathe, she was holdin' her throat
Me and my homies just hit the door
My homeboy said "$hort don't worry"
But that next day I read this story
A young girl died just last night
She choked on sperm in her windpipe
It was on her face, her neck, and chest
And we're sorry to say there's no suspect
When I saw that my brain clicked
I bust a nut and killed a bitch
It might sound sick, it might be petty
But ya never been sucked by Blowjob Betty!
Beeyatch!
[Too $hort]
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
{P-Funk sample}
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't don't be stupid dope..
{P-Funk sample}
cause when you waste it..
Nowwwwwwwwwwww I come from, the Oakland town
Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down
Young brothers my age makin dollars so long
Drive a brand new Benz with a cellular phone
See his diamonds and gold, call him Big Bank Bob
Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job
This is not a song I made about crack
It's all about losin what you can't get back
Cause the name of the game is to control yo' life
and all the things you do you must do them right
It's not my life, it's on you baby
What's really goin on is that cash money
How you make it, it doesn't matter to me
Work at MacDonald's or just slang them ki's
or you can be like me and go straight legit
Drive a brand new Benz and they can't say shit
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
{P-Funk sample}
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
{P-Funk sample}
cause when you waste it..
Partners in your face, ain't even your friend
Probably have to blast him if you see him again
And if you don't blast him you'll get shot in the head
Seven days later you'll be buried and dead
I can't be like that, the only thing you fear
Homeboy you can't see it but you know it's there
It's called tomorrow, whatcha gonna do with that
cut school, sell a few dopefiends crack?
It's not a one-way street, it's more like a dead-end
So if you take it, you better turn back my friend
I know a lot of young brothers don't think things through
They really don't know what they wanna do
When you lag, you lose, you start payin your dues
You can't kick back and let your bankroll stack
You'll be stuck on stupid, for smokin a friend
Ten years from now you'll still be in the pen
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
{P-Funk sample}
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
{P-Funk sample}
cause when you waste it..
I got my eighteens pumpin, ridin the five
People lookin at me like I stole the ride
Am I a gangster, player, makin them G's
cocaine dealer with the Z's and V's
Can't tell em nothin, so I say, ";Whassup?";
They get mad, I don't give a fuck
I keep ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
Look at all my homeboys trippin
They'll knock you out, one punch like the champ
Goin to jail is like summer camp
We shake hands one day, kill each other the next
And if you don't like it it's just like that
Cause I come from, the city of dope
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
But since I have the chance, I'll say in the rhyme:
we have to stop the killin sometime (soon)
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
{P-Funk sample}
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
{P-Funk sample}
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
{P-Funk sample}
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
{P-Funk sample}
cause when you waste it..
* also appears on the O.S.T. ";Juice";
[Too $hort]
So you want to be a gangster.. all that shit
Smoke any motherfucker, don't even trip
You be hard as hell, take whatever you want
Punk suckers wanna front -- they get done
cause you a gangster -- nuttin more nuttin less
Put my boy to the test and catch one in your chest
Since he was young, homeboy won't back down
cause real gangsters, always hold that frown
Until you lose control, then you sell your soul
to the devil motherfucker cause you're way too cold
And all the people hide and just run inside
cause you keep usin yo' gat commitin homicide
Boy I tell ya, Life Is way Too $hort
Another brother just got smoked
and you killed him -- ain't that a bitch?
Cause it really ain't shit
(gangsta, gangsta)
Shoot em up (gangsters)
That ain't cool (gangsters)
Ain't that a bitch (gangsters)
Shoot em up (gangsters)
That ain't cool (gangsters)
Let me tell you somethin youngster.. you got it all wrong
Gangsters don't live that long
I had gangster potnahs get they HEADS to' off
for some of that gangster shit, get caught in the cross
You want stripes, take yo' ass to the service
Cause when it's on, ain't no time to get nervous
Pull the trigger.. yeah you did it
You'se a gangster and I got to admit it
But you'se a youngbuck.. you ain't learned yet
Killing don't make you a vet
Get out the fast line -- stick with the homeboys
Ready made gangster get gone boy
Cause where I'm from it's the same old shit
You call them shots, when you're down with the click
Niggaz dyin everyday but that's a black thang
You either sell dope, or your gangbang
But you got the biggest heart in the click man
You did a murder, and now you're a hitman
All your homies tryin to tell you, that ain't cool
Playin shoot 'em up, like a fuckin fool
but you'se a gangster, one they can't destroy
Don't even give a fuck, about your boys
You go for self, you wanna be on top?
Fucked around and now your brother's shot
(gangsters)
Shoot em up (gangsters)
That ain't cool (gangsters)
Ain't that a bitch (gangsters)
Shoot em up (gangsters)
That ain't cool (gangsters)
(gangsters) Ain't that a bitch
(gangsters) And it don't stop
to the beat
So what are you sayin Todd?
So what are you sayin Todd?
Beyotch!!
Ha-ha-ha-ha yeah
$hort Dog still in this mothafucka for the nine-six,
Like this
Here comes the ho with the big nuts,
He's flowin like the breeze
I said here comes the ho with the big nuts,
And he's flowin like a breeze
Too $hort:
This aint Halloween, aint no trick or treat,
You young silly ass hoes can't get shit for free
I give a fuck about what niggas been buyin you,
I'm $hort Dog bitch, I aint tryin to
Get on your good side, you better get with me,
So we can roll in luxury
Around the world, gettin money,
I'm pimpin hoes on Sunday
I'm the kind of nigga you'll work all night fo',
Won't discriminate, I'll pimp a Chinese-White ho
You never seen money with a black man's face,
But I swear mothafucka I done had my taste
Can't slow down, full speed ahead,
I'm laughin at you squares sayin pimpin is dead
They say sex can kill, you catch AIDS and shit,
But the fact stands, hoes get paid from tricks
I'll never let a hoe, pimp me
I'll never let a hoe, pimp me
And all my hoes say (pimp me daddy)
Kool-Ace:
I'll never ever, be pimped again,
I had to be played once to really understand
But I appreciate it, $hort cause I'm related,
I probably stuck game and participated
Got baptised, it wasn't a dream,
Now I'm mackin with the Dangerous Crew, and smokin green
Hit old school playas up, on their help,
And we all decided to take a trip
We on a world tour, checkin our clientele,
Wanna see how much pussy these hoes can sell
Feds say this crew is scandelous,
Wanna charge us all for pimpin and panderin
>From the Mississippi Valley to the A-T-L to Chi-town, Oakland,
These bitches will understand
P-I till the day I D-I-E
Ha-ha you'll never pimp me!!
I'll never let a hoe, pimp me
I'll never let a hoe, pimp me
And all my hoes say (pimp me daddy)
*Sir Captain & Sir Charles Talking*
Sir Charles: Ahh Sir Captain...
Sir Captain: Yeah what's goin on Sir Charles?
Sir Charles: Man what ever happened to that pretty fine bitch
you had the other day?
Sir Captain: Yeah, that old bitch come to me the other day man,
talkin about she wanna do an old pimp, I knocked that
bitch down man, I asked that bitch "What part that you
understand bitch? Because I don't undertstand none of it,
ho, you just a ho to me bitch, you nasty ho ho ho...
Sir Charles: So what you sayin, you never let a bitch pimp you man?
Sir Captain: Never man. Hey Sir Charles, what ever happened to that
expensive broad I seen you with, that little cutie-pie,
that little
baby girl?
Sir Charles: Oh you talkin bout Unique, my little-bitty bitch...
Sir Captain: Yeah, she that little old six-pence lookin girl, you know she
be lookin kinda fine to me...
Sir Charles: Man that girl went to work the other night and brought me $999
off the street...
Sir Captain: You go boy...
Sir Charles: She asked me would I loan her $10 so she can get me a grand,
I said bitch you got to be crazy, go turn another date and
my money in my mothafuckin hand...
Sir Captain: Ah man, aint never pimpin...
Sir Charles: This aint no joke, I'll never let a bitch pimp me...
Sir Captain: Never, never...
Sir Charles: Say man we rollin with this Dangerous Crew...
Sir Captain: Oh yeah, with ol' $hort Dog, he good with the pimpin
Sir Charles: He got ol' Suga Ray and Ace over there
Sir Captain: Now Goldy comin back in here, Goldy comin back in now
Sir Charles: Oh shit, it's gonna be big pimpin in this Atlanta, G-A
Goldy:
I be flippin hoes like a spatula, rakin em in like a new Acura,
Bitin em with this game makin em mines for life like Dracula
It's like hypnosis, I pimps your mother, I pimps yo' sis,
Hoes be nothin but slaves for me, ready to go to their graves for me
I'm lookin for a ho to knock, hit em with a Goldy lock,
Get at the ho, spit at the ho, now I got ho rollin cock
Pimpin aint easy, I went from jeans, t-shirts, and tennis shoes,
To gators and suits and zebra hats, my pimpin tools, I win or lose
My hoes be bringin me hoes, now I got more hoes than a golf course,
With ass like a soft horse, I get em with game and never with all force
With a pimp stick on a pimp throne, that lazy ho better get goin,
Ho aint workin on Daddy's scratch, she bout to feel the grill of a Cadillac
I was yours when the ho wouldn't leave me, cause an agry ho would decieve me,
But I'm ten G's ahead of that ho, you want your shit better get it and go
But I be laughin with Sir Captain cause he always handle what happen,
Fall in love with the pimpin and gettin ho money and be like fuck this rappin
I'll never let a hoe, pimp me
I'll never let a hoe, pimp me
And all my hoes say (pimp me daddy)
*Sir Captain & Sir Charles Talking Until Fade*
Sir Charles: Hey Captain, aint you glad pimpin aint dead?
Sir Captain: Yeah, one time I thought the pimpin was dead man, all the
bitches of mine ran off, I called the Pimp God right, and he put
me on hold and said his bitch run off. I thought pimpin' was dead
(Too $hort)
I chose to live this life
(Devin the Dude)
I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
(Devin the Dude)
Niggaz trippin - and for what?
Why must he think he 'posed to change her
When she'll give the pussy up even to a, total stranger
And, I'm just one of 'em, you can't trust none of them
They'll say they love you while they wipin your cum on them
Then they'll run and tell her friends how she found another sucker
to pay a fee for pus-sy but not - me, motherfuckahHHH
I move quick with my pool stick, Slicker than Willie
Slicker than Kelly, slicker than KY Jelly
But really this dick has got me in a lot of trouble recently
I bend 'em and go in 'em and don't even have the decency
to call her, my balls have been leaked of most of their fluids
I used to put the rubber on and skeet straight through it
And it seems, that I always keep my pipe in these hoes
Keep my mic at these shows, cause that's the life that I chose
(Devin the Dude)
Pimp life!
I chose to live the - pimp life!
(Bun B)
Come take a walk up in my shoes, pay a couple of my dues
Roll my boulevard on trues, while your lady sings the blues
Got everythang to lose, not a damn thang to gain
I be tryin to cross the line, but with that I gotta bring the pain
Now I tried to compromise, see the other side of the story
But that's easier said that done, when it comes to your pride & your glory
I'm a pimp with a glide in my worries, limp pimp I'ma step when I wreck
But my armor's on at all times, cause I gots me a rep to protect
Now I mights be known for this, and maybe recognized for that
But they be high-beamin me; and I be like where my visors at?
Nowadays I'm a wiser cat, after what I been through I better be
Back then I woulda broke ya broad, nowadays I just let her be
Cause through seconds minutes hours days weeks months and years
Man I reckon that it's power fuckin freaks blunts and beers
That ain't what I'm supposed to be
(Devin) Pimp life!
(Bun B) That's the life I chose for me
(Devin the Dude)
I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz trippin
($hort) I chose to live the
(Devin) Pimp life!
(Too $hort)
Yeah I have menage-a-trois with superstars, one night stands, quickies
Booty calls, it ain't nuttin for her to just stick around here and lick me
Cause I run through broads and never get enough, maybe I'm too selfish
But I cain't help it.. can't stay witchu girl cause I can't tell if it's
official, or just another ritual
It's hard for me to find a wife, it's nothin for me to, get a hoe
I know it sounds, pitiful, sometimes I'm blessed, sometimes I'm cursed
If it's supposed to be the best then tell me, what's the worst?
I'll be a P-F-L, 'til I'm a old nigga
Cause I never spend my life with groupies, or golddiggers
I see these bitches now, shake it naked tryin to make it
If you spendin all his money take it bitch you can't fake it
When it's real, I'm cappin like the snub-nosed, they pay me
I love hoes, never go home when the club close
I do shows, ride new vogues and keep two hoes
I'm all about this money girl, that's why I chose
to live the pimp life
(Devin) Pimp life!
($hort) I chose to live this life
(Devin) Pimp life.. pimp life!
(Devin) I chose to live the, pimp life
(Big Gipp)
People ask me question bout this, people ask me question bout that
Say what? I'm a handsome John motherfucker independent of the nasty-ass cuts
Young, Gipp, still around the corner in the hood
Gipp, still runnin down in the wood
Gipp, still ridin down like vogues
Gipp, still cruise hundred spokes
Straight from the 80's ladies
Grew up in nuttin but dem Grady babies
Pimpin the game since ninety-six
Can't sell a big ol' pimp no box of bricks
Gipp put it down for the A-Town to the Bay to the Oakland foothill strip
Too $hort, Bun B, Devin and Big Gipp yo we all some pimps
Gettin money out the sexual industries
At the same, tryin to get our slice
Never lookin back twice - livin in the pimp life
(Devin) Pimp life!
(Devin the Dude)
I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
($hort) I chose to live the
[8B] Space, Age-in baby
[TS] Right right right right
[8B] One time
[TS] Beyotch!
[8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire!
Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball
From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
but ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight
The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot
Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball, MJG
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[MJ] and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
Verse Two: MJG, Too $hort
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, I paid my dues
Learn how to crawl, before I walk
Then I learned how to tie my shoes
Tryin crime, but it just didn't work for me
Matter of fact it did it worse for me
Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard
It can only do hurt to me
So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school
And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we isn't
When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady
was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby
MJG, what you see, on TV, is fame
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game
I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
I make too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
I live the fast life of a MC
and I sell a lot of records makin pimp beats
I could do a show tonight and make ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway
I always, get my dick sucked on the highway
Verse Three: Eightball, MJG
My way (pimp til I dieee) fuck a hoe
Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this shit is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these hoes
Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po'
Eightball got flow, MJG
Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get higher
Eightball and MJG, Too $hort, we all must be
the pimps of the industry, shit people pretend to be
Fuck so why should we, settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga
Chorus
[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin mind
[TS] Pimp shit bitch
[8B] Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late
[TS] It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
[8B] Straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
[TS] Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
[8B] Yea, New York to L.A.
[TS] Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
[TS] T-Mix on the funk
[8B] Dangerous Music, uhh
[TS] Suave House
Intro:
Yeah thats right baby
You rolling to the sounds of Too $hort
Album #11 (Just Can't Stay Away)
You knew I couldn't stay away (can't stay away)
Dedicated to the funk baby
Thats how we do this, we been doing this
Verse One:
So I made a new album
Fresh out of retirement
I can't stay away, I'm ready to ride again
I could do it for the money, I'd rather do it for the fans
Break out my old caddy, I'd knew he'd understand
See I don't stop rapping, so how could I retire
I had to re negotate, Cause the stakes were getting higher
Lawsuits and jail, partnerships fail
Didn't have a drivers lisence, so I was always making bail
Three years ago I told Jive: get my scrill
They gave a nigga millions with the same shit deal
You know I gotta live so I might as well learn
I'd be the first motherfucker to tell you I got burned
So I retired, started all over again
I put the game down like an Oakland pimp (Oakland pimp)
And now I get payed like the NBA
First class on that ass,every game we play
Fuck your attitude bitch, you ain't hurting me
I'm felling to cool, I'm rolling three times Barkley
You can get your ass out and walk home
I'll find another young broad and get my fuck on
So please don't trip, in my cadillac bitch
Maybe some other time cause I ain't having that shit
Right now I'm about to lean to the left
Wipe that frown off your face bitch I mean what I said
I'm bout to bump this beat, I'm wasting time talking
Keep fucking with me and they goin find their ass walking
I'm to the next level, but I keep on rapping
This shit I be doing just ain't suppose to happen
What you know about the motherfuking east side connection
Hitting backstreets in my motherfucking oldschool flexing
Niggas on the eastside we ain't no punks
Made em get four way stop signs and speedbumps
Always highspeed chasing everyday and night
They call me $ir Too $hort bitch you better say it right
I had to look past rap music and R&B;
I be a leader and watch this niggas follow me
I could be 40, album 15 it wouldn't matter
I probably got way more rhymes then all you rappers
I know i got more songs then you ever made
I stayed on the charts and I stayed paid
So don't come around me bragging bout the shit you achieved
Cause I know excalty what you and me need
To be in two different places all the time
I ain't concerned with yours so stay the fuck up out of mine
I own all my shit so you can't destoy it or enjoy it
unless I say so and motherfuckers better know it
If you living really good it ain't nuttin but fate
I love to see a new rapper doing something great
When I hear a funky base line I always pay attention
I spit these pimp ass rhymes cause hoes love the way
I mention pimp shit all the time
18 years of making music, I bring square bitches to my house
and watch her straight get loose wit it
Too $hort baby can't never stop funking
I've been doing this for years and I got hella songs that bumping
All you hang-around-a-long-time, one-hit-havin
Got no love for this rap music, you need to stop rapping
I thought you was jealous of my bitches and cars
But you just mad that your shit ain't hitting like ours
I'm so real about these beats, I tell all my freaks
At the studio, bitch don't bother me
Its all about the funk, live bass
Trinity, MPC, JV-2080, dump some chords with the vintage keys
You hear what I'm saying, learn from my example
Break out the instruments and stay away from the samples
Get your publishing for everything you write
Instead of selling it keep it for the rest of your life
So just take my advice and don't quit
Cause if you do, you won't get shit, beyatch
Outro:
$hort Dawg on the motherfucking microphone spitting that real game
Album # 11, Just can't stay away
Its on, Once again its on
Too $hort records, in Platinum we trust, believe that
Yeah that's right
We gonna flash back
To 1983
I'ma show you niggas how I was spittin' this pimp game
Before most of you niggas even started rappin'
1983, Too $hort
Word for word
Like this baby, Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches
A nigga like me I know what's up
I want a nasty bitch with a lot of butt
If I can't find one anywhere
It turns my dreams to nightmares
Baby right there ain't got no ass
But she's okay if she got cash
Bitches, bitches, bitches
Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches
I'll tell 'bout a day that I had
Seen nothin' but bitches with no ass
I woke up early felling right
Do the same damn thing every day of my life
Cause every morning you know I get
A good blowjob from a real fine bitch
Strokin', smokin', sir Too $hort
Thinking about the day before
30 minutes after I rolled out
I pulled a freak took her to my house
She was hella young with a lot of butt
She sucked my dick and then we fucked
That good tight pussy I couldn't pass
A light-skined freak with so much ass
At 1 P.M. I was fuckin' away
I wanna do the same thing again today
Today my story made itself
Every bitch I saw was flat as hell
I told myself "I must need glasses"
Where's them bitches with the big round asses
Me and me homie just wanna be tuff
Bring two bitches then switch'em up
It was 3:35 the strip was lit
Every two blocks I saw a different bitch
Waitng on the bus someone was walking
Me and my homie just started talking
I said "Homie she looks good"
He said "That ass is flat as wood"
I said "What about baby in the black"
And he said "Short she's all that"
Bitches, bitches, bitches
Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches
Every single day of the week
For every nigger living there's a freak
If you got game and a bed
Why not get fucked and get some head
Cause bitches all over wanna get fucked
I just need one with a lot of butt
Me and my homie rollin' and smokin'
Flat booty bitches took over Oakland
I told my homie "I hate to say
All the bitches with ass stay home today"
And he said "Short what now"
Put the pedal to the metal and hit the beat town
I thought them bitches out there was fine
But the invasion was on and it fucked my mind
Bitches, Bitches, Bitches
Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches
We hit the beat town like Oakland players
I knew it bitches was everywere
The first one had tities so fat
But that don't work her ass was flat
The second bitch was flat too
Talked about the bitch like a muthafuckin' fool
I said beyotch
I know I'm capin'
Where's your ass baby what happened
She turned around caped back on me
Said "Fuck you nigga where's your teeth"
I dam near fell jummping out the car
But I slapped that and slapped her hard
My homie said "Short we gots to cut"
But I was spankin' that bitch on her big flat butt
We parked the car and took a walk
I saw another bitch a I had to talk
I said "Baby, baby, baby come here
Yeah you baby with the long long hair"
Baby came over from across the street
Standing on the corner talking to me
I was spittin' the game but I talked too fast
'Cause I didn't even notice that she had a flat ass
Sheit!
And I was ready to go
We was rollin' back to the O'
I told that bitch "I changed my mind"
She looked at me and she said "Why"
I said I'm Sir Too $hort the Oakland player
I'm not one of them niggaz who don't care
It's no thang to do my duty
But not with you and your flat booty
In the Berkley town what did we find
Freak after freak with no behind
One long day I never got in
I'm glad that shit never happend again
Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches
The invasion (Beyotch) is on
That's that old school
Still pimpin' baby
Short dog
-Ant Banks-
Ahhhhhh shit
Now let me warm it up
I got the gin and juice and I'm a poor 'em cup
To get smooth in the mood that I'm in
So lets start riding till this mother fucker ends
And hit the main strip, where the hoes be hanging
Spitting some game and trying to throw that thang
On any young nigger with some ends
A mobile phone and a drop top benz
Take it from me, see
Cuz I know what it's about
Kick a big fat dick in a bitches mouth
And keep riding, high siding, but don't front
Nigger serve that shit, don't be no punk
And while the nigger's keep jocking
I be scoping
All the fine ass freaks of Oakland
That's where I reside, and where I always will be
The city of killers, dope dealers and still we
Chill like players, and like pimps
Mack all hoes and slap all simps
The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew
I just hang with the gang like it's the thang to do
Now mother fuckers can't face the facts that I'm doing this
Rapping and producing and they can't even ruin this
See everybody knows the Banksta
The big dick gangsta who's fucking with dank and clocking the bank
And I'm a get mine in the 9 O's
I mean the money, the fame, and the and the big thick fine hoes
I'm pulling up right beside you
Bumping this funky ass shit to ride to.
-Pooh Man-
Now here's some shit for you to ride to punk
Fifteeen's slamming hard in my god damn trunk
From tenth ave, to a hundred and fifth
Young players ride the foothill strip
They ride Chevys, Cougars, Blazers, Vettes
Five 60 Benzos with Ferrari kits
They love fine ass bitches, rolex watch
Top let down on the coke white drop
I love my high schools cuties
Muscle bound booties
Pools a hoes so you know I had to do my duties
I got to have it like a rabbit
Fuck her like a champ
I tell you nigger I'm a pro with these high school tramps
They say young minds, make good times
See I'm a player so let me give an O 9
Alicia, Tina, Marie, and Evette
She wanna ride punk bitch you can ride my dick
Now Shawnetta, Shawnda, an Rida too
Now here's a shot to the whole slug crew
Talk bad punk bitch but it's always Pooh
Kiss my ass and spend your cash, on this shit to ride to
-Goldy-
Pushing my dank coke into the key and start the engine
Hit song, joking time, smoking, donuts while I'm spinning
A tight haffa fullest engine with duels, and counts
fuck a spare tire in my trunk, it's boom, that slams
Cuz I'm a young brotha like to burn rubber yo ??? out of lanes
I pump it, while ya bump her, so ya change
Than I take a pitched out, exterior interior window
They wax me, then they buff me, niggers don't love me now I'm tipped out
Now I'm coming fresh from the detail shop
Going to the lee-male spots
Looking for the female cock
I feel the bass and woofer kick my chest like a heartbeat
Went to the curb, when I saw the ass of a dark freak
So I pulled up slamming Short Dogg
I said "Hey", she said (snort)
I said damn I'm fucking warthog
So I smashed out doing 90
Covered her ass up with the smoke I left behind me
The metly stently flowed in my ears like oxygen
Too Short pulling the bass, got the hoes on our jocks again
Fucking with the hooties, with booties, and big titties
That's potent, but all I is cheese for a rodent
Got a ticket doing 60 in a school crossing
Picking up my young cock for some cool tossing
Defermation of character, racially slandering
But all I'm ever givin ya is pimping and pandering
So please let me go off of some
Because I could be at home in my bed tossing her
I make like altune, quick to value human dash
Hit the freeway cuz I can't play when I got some ass
Respect a player and an O G that's what they told me
Mhisani nickname Goldy
-Too Short-
Now I come from the mother fucking eastside
So shut the fuck up bitch and just ride
I'm Short Dogg, hoe you can't front me
Since my very first album I was funky
Bitches start seeing them dollar signs
Even though I wouldn't give a broke bitch one dime
It's kind of funny, they want money from a pimp
Bitch, you couldn't get 50 cents
I take a gap from your ass and then I owe you the rest
I know the game hoe, and I'm a vet
Playing broads ain't based on love
You want my money, I wanna fuck
And after we do all that, I talk about you in my next rap
Beyotch!! Kiss my pimping ass
Cause all the time I didn't have this cash
Wouldn't call, wouldn't give me your number
I couldn't see ya like Stevie Wonder
I made a hit record
Now I got money
You wanna play $hort Dogg for a dummy
But I come from the mother fucking eastside
You suck my dick so I let the fake bitch ride
Dangerous music is on the mike
And like Banks always say, "This shit is tight"
-unknown voice- ** note - below the words are probably very inaccurate.
Now thats some shit I ride
Puff daddy and K-5 will go, buuuut
I got my partner Ant Banks sittin on something real phat
I got my partner Short, sittin on the hood of a Cadillac
I got eveybody rolling
I got Kool-Aid, he ain't spilling and he ain't trippin
I got Ol' T B with his big 'ol fat ass
I got everybody
I got ?, but he ain't got no skin on his dick cuz he fuck too much
I got ah, I got Ol' Dirty Arm but that my partna though
Cuz he's super clean, super side, super everything
I got Footy and Jerry, he trying to dred, but that ain't what's happening
I got a, shit who else I got, I got I got Face, Pooh, that's my partna
He'll look through a broad his face so big
I got ah, I got Pow Pow, he looking like Liners; he kind of filthy
But that's my partna though, I ain't going to talk bad
I ain't going to talk bad
No I ain't going to rank out
Oh Kitty Wing, that's my partna Peppermint Patty
I ain't going to talk about him
I ain't going to talk about Huh
Cuz he might beat me up send the block out on me
I don't want the block to through on me
Oh too clean (barking sounds)
We got ah, we got Hist Dancers(what about Chris Hicks baby?)
Chris Hicks thatz my that my Steven Shikal, he living lavish
Oh else we got, who else we got in the crew that you want me to rank on
The Tin Man Mo, that's Pah prince of Darkness, that's my dark partna
My counter, that's my darkside
Who else we got, who else we got
Damn
Sometimes we lose some good ones mayn y'know?
They don't really understand this playerism
Just gotta break it down to 'em, keep it real y'know?
I'm a P-F-L, sworn to the P.I.
[Verse One]
I spent so many days with you, so many nights
It's nice, I wanted you to be my only wife
We didn't make it, I couldn't take it
I tried to square up, it's too hard I couldn't fake it
And now I see why, since I was knee high
I swore to live and die by the P.I.
And I'm stayin true, born in this game and it's payin too
I wish I could have stayed witchu
But it's over, I love you and I still care
We can kick it any time, but I'm still a player
... damn you got that look I like
I tried to settle down it felt like you took my life
I left town, I got women all around
While I was out soul-searchin, guess what I found?
The more hoes the merrier, you think I wanna marry her?
Bitch that sounds scarier and scarier
I need to have a few wives
Cause I don't wanna come home and tell you lies
In my heart I think I found her if she feels the same
You think I've changed, think I'd play her if I'm still in the game?
Hell yeah! One woman, I don't think so
I let the game be my wife, and I'm faithful
I never do her wrong, I never cheat on her
And if the game was baseball, I'd be on first
[Chorus]
(I see you watchin this) I see you watchin
(I know it looks real hot up in here) It's pimpin baby
(But what's a pimp?) Oh you know
(I say but what's a pimp?)
(They wanna be like this) They wanna be like this
(I know it looks real fly up in here) It's real fly
(But what's a pimp?)
(I say but what's a pimp?)
[Verse Two]
It's like this
I don't lie, I told you what I felt at the time
I wasn't high, I know you see yourself in my rhymes
A lot of women I dealt with, could hear these words
And realize there's no way I could still be hers
Unless you wanna share me with a hot one named Tarrie
And don't get mad at me when I'm out poppin cherries
I know some ladies they just wanna have babies
Collect child support from rich men in Mercedes
It's cool, but that's not what players do
Get with me, those days are over, I swear it's true
You're through, havin sex for nothin
Hopin some day some man'll give you somethin
Your own bank account - don't laugh, it's not funny
You only fucked with him cause he got a lotta money
But you never get paid, don't lie to me
You just look good, and you get to ride for free
What you eat and what you drink, you trade for sex
Pick you up in the Benz, next day in the Lex
Are you happy? Do you think you're, on a roll?
Do you love your life? Are you achievin any goals?
Or are you sad, mad cause it ain't your way?
Call mom and dad they'll be glad that you ain't gon' stay
Or call me, I got a solution
Choose me and then hit the top with your new man
[Chorus] w/ variations
[Verse Three]
I don't have fantasies, just needs
I need more than one woman to please
And she's like a love roller coaster, the thrill never lasts
And I always seem to find some better ass
Some bitch that can suck better, get wetter
She got them super skills to do anything you let her
So I'm done with you, I still care
I love you baby but I'm still a player
I always been aware and I never been scared
Found some magazines on the top they said Player$
I was young but I was old and I wanted those hoes
Found out playin with girls was mo' fun with no clothes
You can call it what you want to, Doctor or House
Hide and Go Get It, then I'm knockin it out
If she ain't widdit, I find another little chick
I'm quick to switch, even when I was six
I had a backup bitch, when my bitch would trip
I'd go play with my other girlfriend and get me a kiss
And at the age of thirty-six I'm to the same old tricks
Too $hort baby no the game don't quit
I'm playin games with these lame brains
Treatin superstars, like some plane Janes
I wanna get new thangs, so I used the game to maintain
Bitch I refuse to change
[Chorus] w/ variations
[unknown singer from Chorus]
Minks and pinky rings and them
Some so why should you begin
Livin, the world that they are perceivin
Ho-ohhh, is everything that you see
Really good enough to be
Part of the pimp life, ohhhhhh
Hook:
Where they at? Where they at?
Where the hoes at? Where they at?
Where the bitches at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Yeah, where they at?
Where the hoes at? Where they at?
Where the bitches at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Verse 1: (Captain Save 'Em, Too $hort)
Captain Save 'Em:
Yall niggas always talkin bad about a breezy,
Talkin bout that young-ass, rich-ass nigga Too Sheezy
Always callin a woman out a name,
Callin her a ";bee-eye-itch";, now thats a shame
What if somebody called your woman that?
Youd be all up at the century club boy with your stri-nap
Talkin bout ";I'll never save a ho";,
Then why you have that breezy drivin your big-body benz for?
You say you only out to get some head, and then to stab,
But I see you up at Monty's feedin her lobster and crab
They say that Captain is a playa's worst enemy, so whats next?
You just mad cuz I got more hoes than you got diamonds on your rolex
Too $hort:
I realize after makin 6 platinums in a row
The shit was easy, so I had to get some mo'
I never did like stiff hoes,
I fuck like a rap, aint no quick flows
I'm a California nigga, born and bred,
Got a wild imagination when I'm on the bed
I love my woman, I love her girlfriend and her sister,
Felt on her mommas booty but never kissed her
Been mackin on these hoes since the 8-0's,
It don't take much for me to break hoes
You must be dreamin, if my bitch chose you,
We in another lifetime, my game is foolproof
It won't happen, as long as she's my bitch,
I give a fuck if you fake pimps peep my shit
Cuz I'mma mack these hoes like never befo',
And everytime I grab the mic I gotta better flow
Hook
Verse 2: (Too $hort)
I went from rappin about the clothes I was wearin at a party,
To all the hoes that let me see their naked bodies
It's not an overnight transition thing,
I wasn't born pimpin hoes wearin pinky rings
Never walked around sayin ";Who am I?";
Cuz when I seen old movies like ";Superfly";
It was my destiny, to live a pimp legacy,
And reach levels other niggas never see
In '81 I rapped friendly, but now its on,
One day I said somethin on the microphone
About sixteen hoes, suckin ten toes,
People loved it, thats how the story goes
It's true, in 1982,
Me and Freddy B sold the tapes to you
X-rated, talkin bout bitches and thugs,
All the dope-dealers gettin rich sellin drugs
Too $hort bumpin in the background,
You thought I retired, bitch I'm back now
Like a house party, or a side show,
I got the spanish, black and white hoes
Ask an East Oakland nigga, I bet you he know,
";Is she mixed with japanese or fillapino?";
I always spit the game when I rap,
All I wanna know is where the hoes at?
Hook
[Too $hort]
Way too real, Short Dog is just way too real
It's the T Double, some call me $hort
I'm in the house once again from the East to the North
You know the west is the best coast
We got the best beats, we bump the best hoes
Living life way too fast
Start snitching and you might not last
It used to be about old pimps and macks
But now we got the young bucks trying to jack
It's a stick up, put your hands up before you get bucked
Got you for your watch, your link, and your green stuff
Everybody wants to be the man
And when you are, you go straight to the pen
Get rich quick schemes off dope fiends
I know you know what I mean
Making big money, living stoned to the bone
Oakland, California is where we roam
Hitting this corner, that corner, everywhere
Bumping fly young tenders with the real big hair
Sassy nasty, young-ass freaks
Wanna ride in my car and feel the beat
We hit the motel, the head was swell
Baby had back like a big ol' whale
She told all her friends I did her, too
She got dogged like Scooby Doo
Cause in the land of macks we don't play that
You wanna run your mouth, you get pimp-slapped
And you ask me just how I feel
Short Dog's living way too real
I'm living way too real, bitch
Short Dog in the house
Can't help but live real, you know what I mean?
Tell you some shit, though
Been in the game for about 10 years or more
Talking about shit you never did before
You know my macking is cracking, all of the time
24-7 spitting playboy rhymes
I got a serious grind and it sure ain't fake
You slang D, well I'm a slang a gang of tapes
Something funky fresh for you to ride to, fool
Bending corners in the old school
I seen my homie Father Dom and he said "What's up?"
Riding in a Supersport drunk as fuck
And when you see us, the clique is called "The Dangerous Crew"
We wouldn't change it for you, cause the game is true
Some say that the Dog can't rap
But my bank account will prove that
I make G's, so you can see these nuts, hoe
Or get played like dominoes
I used to fuck a bitch from San Jose
Baby liked to freak all kind of ways
She said I was the best, couldn't settle for less
Had my name "Short Dog" tattooed on her chest
After three months I called it quits
She tried to pop that pregnant shit
But like a mack, I suprised her
Dropped her ass off at Kaiser
Never would I let her put a baby on me
I ain't the one, I'm Step Daddy
I had to let her know just how I feel
I'm living way too real
"Don't ever fuck with Too $hort" (scratched 4x)
>From city to city, valley to valley
Never seen another state on hit like Cali-
Fornia, where the hustlers play
What you wouldn't expect happens everyday
It's the Wild Wild West I'm speaking about
Where Clint Eastwood would get socked in the mouth
Cause ain't nobody tripping on ranks or stripes
If you live the life, you gotta pay the price
So many youngsters die over punk shit
Small talk, a lotta dumb shit
And only God knows when you punch the clock
Thought he was bulletproof and got shot
It's either heaven or hell, him or me
Locked in a cell or out on the street
Every day on the ave another brother is killed
For living way too real
[Father Dom]
Well I'm chilling and I'm willing like a villian I be killing
Coke is it but tonight I got the feeling
Cause it's about time for a real mack to step up
Pimping ain't a thing so I swing on these heifers
Never ever feeling no remorse, of couse
If you try to play me out, I'm a punch you in your mouth
And Rin Tin I'll watch his chin just splatter
Caught him with an uppercut, there goes his bladder
My rhymes are fatter cause I said so
I'm gonna recollect a neck, mic wreck check a hoe
I'm making more dough than the average Joe Schmoe
If she's fronting on the pussy then the hoe got to go
Out the back door, don't want to see you no more
You ain't Deep Throat, so what you come here for?
Cause in the nine-tre ain't no lagging or dragging
Bring your ass over, get prepared for the stabbing
Ain't no doubt that's how I feel
Beeyotch!!
You nasty, you nasty bitch
Thats what I said bitch (you nasty)
I said you nasty (you nasty)
Fuck that shit, fuck you hoes (you nasty)
Fuck all y'all, man
Verse 1:
I used to get straight A's, read my books in Catholic school,
Now I find myself in the men's bathroom
With a top-notch, goin wild in the stall,
She aint even trippin cuz shes havin a ball
I used to play with my toys in the back yard,
But now I just walk around and act hard
Alot of women like to be called a bitch,
I'll break it down so you understand all of it
I always thought I was an educator,
I might not love her, but I never hate her
Shes the kind of girl to make your toes pop,
Keep ya wide open, never need nose drops
Now yall wanna get mad at me,
For talkin about another young, nasty freak
Its life, its not a major catastrophe,
You aint a ho cuz you givin up the ass for free, you nasty
I know why yall mad at me, I aint break your heart girl (you nasty)
Man, these bitches trippin (you nasty)
Verse 2:
Too many tight lil dresses with no panties on,
Too many females tryin to take a man home
Where your mommy and your daddy at?
Just because a player got a cadillac
You wanna lay in the back, with your face in his lap,
All you gotta do is taste that
You get to ride, get used all the time,
I aint made the situation I just made the rhyme
Adapt to my surroundings, look around
Nothin but pimps, tricks, and hookers found
In the Town, if you aint one you the other,
I aint fooled, what you gonna do to a brother
Lookin at me, like you wanna eat me,
Didn't even have to use words to meet me
Now we havin sex and I forgot your name,
You just a hot thang, nothin cant stop your game, cuz you nasty
I already fucked you (you nasty)
I dont know why you trippin (you nasty)
I told yall I was gonna call you (you nasty)
After awhile
Verse 3:
I understand where your anger comes from,
Cuz Ive been talkin bad on the mic since day one
Never took the time to explain myself,
But keepin it real is somethin I cant help
I know some real women, I know some real hoes,
And male-bashing songs, I dont feel those
But I'm glad you bi-sexual women came out,
Dont tell em what we did and keep my name out your mouth
If it wasn't for the groupies or for the oral sex they gave me,
I'd treat you all like ladies
Im just a victim of society,
Look me in my eyes and dont lie to me
You ever had a one-night stand and go to church the next day?
A full night of play, wake up and pray
Wishin you could stay, but you caint'
Oh you a good girl today? You aint no saint, you nasty
Oh yeah I know I fucked you too (you nasty)
You know what Im talkin bout?
You need to take this muthafuckin opportunity
And have some big fun (you nasty)
I got some drinkin in the kitchen baby (you nasty)
My niggas comin through (you nasty)
Oh, its cool girl (you nasty)
We gon' work this shit out, beeyotch!
I aint mad at yall
I aint mad at you
Shit, I aint mad
SONG - MACK ATTACK It's a mack attack coming from wayback My name is Too $hort
baby I don't play that jack I'm from the Dangerous Crew and I tell ya it's true
Everything they said about the playboy Too I'm $hort Dog, ain't nothing nice I
drink G-Juice, wouldn't cut it with ice From the eastside, baby, Oakland town
Can't understand why I'm so down I'm not a white wall, I'm a Vogue Like seen,
on white wheel I roll Got a fresh new beat, made ya get freaky It was
everything ya wanted cause I can't be weak Yeah, baby, that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my DJ, fresh on wax Put it on the
turntable, I got taxed It started burning up, why it's smoking? Had to be the
sound coming straight from Oakland $hort Dog, it's a mack attack My name is Too
$hort baby I don't play that jack One young tender lost all hope I slapped her
in the face with my dunkie rolls Another young sucka tried to front my style
Sawed off his face when they broke him in half It was the Dangerous Crew and I
tell ya it's tr
ue Everything they said about the playboy Too When I sing my rhymes I'm never
fake When ya start my beat that's when I break... On you...and it don't stop
and it don't stop and it won't stop Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone
and I'm macking... Hit it! I'm not a wanna-be pimp, I never simp Since I
started walking I had this limp It was a cool type walk, just like me The Too
S-H-O-R-T I might be young but I spit this game I started with P and it ends
the same If ya brains is lame remember the name When it's Too $hort baby ain't
nothing plain Dangerous Music on the microphone Makes ya wanna break ya hip
bone Might break ya leg or amybe ya back Grooving too hard on my mack attack
It's really not easy, ya know it's hard Sorta just like my gangsta car Ya know
what I mean, Vern? It's like funny I mack legit and make all the money See my
capital T on my diamond ring He hooked up the beat and loves to swing So while
ya out there grooving back and forth I wants ya to scream out Sir Too $hort!
(Sir Too $hort!)
Don't stop that rap! (Don't stop that rap!) And it's just like that, get busy,
girls, while I rap I make big money, that ain't no crap When I grab that mic
and spit my rhyme I gotta have an 8 or 909 (beat!) So I can rock ya all night
long (She's!) on my tip, she loves my song (He!) tried to do it but did it
wrong (Freaks!) wanna get me all alone but I'm macking... Hit it! I finally got
the chance to grab my pen And make another rhyme so I can make more ends It's a
rushed production, not the beat I rushed out the studio and hit the streets Now
I'm rocking one more time Young girls love my Too $hort rhyme But that big fat
girl better let that go Before I point right at her and say: hoe! I'm driving a
drop top Caddy, I don't dig fake I step on the gas, then I hit the break Do it
again as I catch the beat Ya feeling that bass all down the street Jumped off
the car in 9-0 I was wearing all white Capisque Had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by John The Pope The M-A-C and K from Oakland, Califoniyee I'
m Too $hort baby, no, I don't play... Freak nasty, I like ya dance Ya know it
looks good in those pants So damn good I had to lance Now I'm macking... See
this gold? I bought it all Now every night ya young freaks call Ya've seen my
car, it's my best friend So if ya touch, ya meet ya end Time to tell, just make
it cool Don't play that game, don't be no fool I'll burn rubber all down ya
block Ya know what I want so keep ya door unlocked I'm coming in, baby, don't
waste no time It's a mack attack and now ya mine Dangerous Music is what it
seems The reason this far, just met them jeans I was running game all in ya ear
Ya talking about love to a stone cold player Girl looked good, wanna have that
sex Took another look and wanted to break that neck It's a mack attack coming
from wayback My name is Too $hort baby I don't play that jack I'm from the
Dangerous Crew and I know it's true Everything ya'll said about the playboy
[Too $hort]
It's just a little mo' game (ye-yeah ye-yeah)
You might need to learn some (make me say ohh)
Listen and learn (Yeahh-yeahhhhh)
[Verse One]
She's all about that get rich
Treat a nigga like the lotto, he's a quick pick
... it's nothin to a boss bitch
What happened to his cash flow? He lost it
She don't give a fuck about none of you guys
She make you look so bad, I bet you want a disguise
I knew the day and time would come
When she went out in the world and had to find her one
He sponsors all her daily, activities
I'm not her pimp, she don't pay me or give me fees
I just laced her with the game, so she could shake those lames
And try to take her change, I told her make yo' name
And turn the tables on 'em, I call her DJ Break-a-Trick
Cause all your money she'll be takin it
Put her on the pedestal, your queen on the throne
And she's still gon' bring the money home
[Chorus: Too $hort]
(Make me say ohh) What she gon' do?
(Ye-yeah ye-yeah) What she gon' do?
(Make me say ohh) What she gon' do?
Players better ask a bitch - bitch whatchu gon' do?
(I'll be the one to come runnin - be the one to come runnin)
(Ohh, home to you.. home to you)
(You're givin me - loooooooooooove, with a nigga like you)
(It's no need to play around, ohhhhhhh)
(You're more than just big pimpin)
(You're blowin my mind with the love that you're givin)
(That's what you'll hear me say, boy every dayyyyyyyy)
[Verse Two]
I knew she had potential, to be a real player
Get paid up the ass by a millionaire
She ain't tradin sex, like these broke hoes
Her shit is worldwide, these bitches loco
She took the show on the road, for the fun and the thrills
Now it's nothin but hundred dollar bills
She got a lot of G's, spend 'em how you please
All you broke-ass hoes, get up off yo' knees
Don't go to Hoe College if you want some mo' knowledge
Cause bitches graduate and end up with fo' dollars
You can be a hustler, and never be a baller
He tried to bread her up whenever he would call her
But the bitch was too dumb, to ask for a thang
I try to teach 'em when they young, so they don't pass on the game
And when you get your thang on
Remember where you got your game and where you came from
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
It's obvious, we don't come from the same world
But you still fell in love with the game girl
Now you're, dedicated since you elevated
And you, you never hated, just celebrated
You can't play with the game, you gotta go get it
It's fire - stop drop and then roll with it
Let a baller finance your brand new car
And if he can't do more, you better kick him out the door pimpin
Tell him how you like diamond rings
So fine, that's why he wanna buy you things
Now you spendin and shoppin, like you playin a sport
Cause you listened to the game that you got from Uncle $hort
I'm proud of you - what you grown to be
Don't tell him nothin - you always belong to me
You can travel the world and get your stack on
Just don't be broke when you come back home
Intro: Captain Save-A-Hoe
Short, Short, whats up man, this Captain man check this out
I know you and B-Legit finna get in here and get down on this song right?
But yall can't be talkin bad about broads, man, you know?
Yall in here talkin bout "suckin this" and "suckin that"
Aww shit, here come B pullin up in his 600 blowin big weed, yall be cool man
Verse 1: B-Legit/Too $hort
B-Legit:
I blaze blunts all day get keyed all night
Be the one to take flight if the smoke aint right
I'm tight, nicknamed Ike for the drama
It's baby and her mama, naked in a sauna
Down with the gang cuz them flows be hard
Blue mink, Short, and my St. Brenard
Super bad man all around Hoo-J
Tell me what the fuck happened to the groupies
Too $hort:
What happened to the groupies, I thought they was comin through
To do everything we want em to
Supposed to be all good when they get here
Break niggas off, bitch we real playas
Baby in the red said "It's coo'"
She gonna give me some pussy, and some head too
I aint trippin though, these bitches takin too long
I'm bout to call some other hoes on the phone
B-Legit:
Tell em I'm a hog nigga, need a triple-X bitch down to stick
Turn tricks switched the dick
Theres hips outside and I'm fo' sho' dat
And the finest ho she know where mo' at
Gotta show that, nigga tuck my jewels
Can't be slippin with a bitch, niggas know that shit
Hit me at the room when the hoes come
It be at 301 we callin for some
Too $hort:
Where they at B-Legit where they at? (where they at)
Let these bitches know theres some real playas back
Told her meet me in room 510 on the mattress
If you do it right then I'll be back bitch
Another showdown, in yo' town
Let everybody know you my ho now
I'm feelin way too cool off the gin and juice
I'm bout to fuck my bitch and her friend too (and her friend too)
Captain Save-A-Hoe:
Damn, see man yall niggas is trippin man,
niggas this '98 yall actin like its still '88
Short cussin, and all this bullshit,
check this out--see baby and them leavin see?
Baby come here, c'mon, baby don't even trip, just kick it for a lil while
You know what I'm sayin? I'll take you to Sizzler to go eat after awhile
I'll make em stop trippin, don't even trip baby its all good
Verse 2: Too $hort/B-Legit
Too $hort:
I'm feelin good, everything hooked up right
Before its all over I'ma be in som'n tight
Looked down at my hip to check my pager
Tryin to find me a bitch, fresh off the stage
Nigga aint hungry, fuck the after party
Told a cute groupie "Bitch meet me in the lobby"
You know how we do it, told her bring all her friends
Next weekend we gonna do it all again
B-Legit:
I said it out my mouth on the mic real loud
We at the Holiday-Inn, room 510
Bring all the bitches even if they dikes
We hyped, hoes eatin pussy tonight
Seen her in my mug, peepin my game
Lookin like she could take dick in the brain
We all champagne and Cali green
I need a bitch like that on a pimp team
Too $hort:
It's after midnight, can't find the right women
Can't be slippin while you're late night pimpin
Way too many niggas got stuck like that
Waited too late then fucked a rat
Wake up in the mornin, mad as hell
With the wrong bitch in the wrong hotel
Shoulda gave up when you first struck out
Now you tryna get the fuck out
B-Legit:
Man I was drunk when I went out, blow when I woke up
Didn't get to fuck cuz these hoes is ducks
Niggas like me need the head lay on
From bad ass bitches who prefer red bones
Rock microphones, later count G's
Could always spot a rat chasin niggas with cheese
Please, put it on freeze, it don't suit me
What happened to the muthafuckin groupies? (muthafuckin groupies)
Captain Save-A-Hoe:
What happened? nigga they all left, thats what happened
Yall muthafuckas gonna be sittin around all night talkin to each other
Oh thats cool, yall got some muthafuckin Playboy magazines
So I guess thats why yall aint trippin, check this out man
Yall niggas gotta understand one thing man
Bitches don't love to be talked to like that, yall gotta break down
Be cool with a bitch, ya know what I'm sayin?
Show her some caring and shit, understand me?
Verse 3: B-Legit/Too $hort
B-Legit
I remember when the shit first began
I used to fuck the dog shit out my biggest fans
Four in the mornin we hit the waffle spot
Then its back to the telly for some more cock
Shit was non-stop, don't choose too fast
Theres a gang of more bitches with way more ass
Up and down the hall with the bad-ass body
Groupies lookin for the after party
Too $hort:
I used to be wild as fuck, get my dick sucked
On the back of the tour bus with two or three sluts
Check into my suite, order somethin to eat
Knockin at my door, its another lil freak
Right up the hall on the same flo'
You could stand in line and run a train on the ho
Top-notch or rat, skinny or fat
B-Legit, where all the groupies at? (groupies at)
B-Legit:
In the room with the tricks gettin big faces
But they really wanna know how the dick tastes
I used to get fucked, fall asleep, wake up
Kick the bitch out and bump a freak
But nowadays, you gotta watch your route
Niggas savin hoes need to cut that out
So what they talkin bout, they shoulda been done came
I think they scared of a nigga with this real game
Too $hort:
What happened to the groupies, don't point your finger
They're all backstage chasin R&B; singers
At the other concert, on the other side of town
I seen a few hoes but they wasn't down
Where the groupies at, I'ma ask yall later
Probably out tryna fuck basketball players
Silly hoes, rappers got mansions
But we aint tryna get into these tramp bitches
Captain Save-A-Hoe:
Yall niggas is trippin man,
yall need to sit down and re-evaluate your morals man
Yall niggas gettin too old for this shit,
yall gonna be sittin around in the club
Tryna figure out who goin home with ya old ass
You need to find ya a good woman, snatch her up, get her a BMW
[Short Dawg]
I do it like the best of the greatest, not the worst
Like welfare day, can't stop the first of the month
Can't stop Short Dawg neither
Got a good hoe niggaz sure better keep her
Cause I'm on the prowl, all the time
Tryin knock every bitch so they all be mine
And I ain't never, ever gone change my ways
Drop a few lines, leave a bitch in a daze
Have her homegirls wonderin what she do
Fucked around and gave me that pussy too
I be doin this shit on a regular basis
Got bitches everywhere in all kind of places
I can pull out my little black phone book
Flip every last page take a long look
Than pull out a bitch, like a rabbit out a hat
Nigga if I want, I can have it like that
Fuck two or three bitches at the same time
Grab the microphone sing my rhyme
About them same three bitches that fucked me good
Us niggas gotta do what the fuck we should when we want to
I might pass it
So get butt naked, shake that ass bitch
I'm bout as real as the stones in my diamond rings
You can hate my guts, but I'm gone do these things, bitch
[MC Breed]
Ahhh why have a nine, when I can have a ten
Lickin up the nuts, while I'm gone holler at her friend
Bitch, ain't no time for me to teach her
Rather have an everyday hoe, that umm knows how to treat a nigga
Thinkin if she ain't lickin me up
I'm givin her to Short, cause he don't give a fuck
Do yourself a favor and quit callin my house
If you really don't want this nigga to put this dick in your mouth
Umm, have you seen my bitch?
I ain't seen her, but if i do she gets dick
That's what I'm givin her just like that
To the front and back, nothing but the bozack
The second she get lonely, feelin she can get her money
And she run to fuck her own ignorant homey
You a lost cause, yellin pause when they drop the draws
Its's entrapment, have yo nigga breakin nigga laws
But it ain't a matter of mentality, it's reality
Open your eyes, realize bitches ain't nothin but a casuality
But a factor to a nigga wanting fuckin time
She's just an everday, don't wanna catch a fuckin ?mime?
Bitch ain't lieing, so I thought you knew this
Bitch this is how I do this
[Short Dawg]
You can call eight ball in the corner when you shootin pool
But when you play the game of life, ain't no stupid rules
Gotta go for yours at all times
Cause if you don't, nigga yours will be mine
And I won't go to bed early, won't sleep too late
And I'll never take a punk ass bitch on a date
They say Too Short baby why you talk so bad?
Just a player ass nigga and that's all I rap about
Bitches, hoes and all that shit
She got my number, if she beep me I might call the bitch
And go diggin in them guts like a gardener
If she starts screamin, I'm gone fuck the hoe harder
Just havin fun with the bitch, as she sprung on my dick
Guess I'll pull it out and just cum on the bitch
And from New Year's Day to New Year's Eve
And everyday in between I will do these things, I won't stop bitch
[MC Breed]
I like to go to the club mix and mingle
Nigga plays his dick like a 12 inch single
Yeah, so what you bitches wanna do?
Step to me you gots to do my crew, first
When I rehearse I change rearrange
My mentality will bring you to reality
You on me like cologne 'til now
I feel it's time for us to bone so I
Look and pimp the background
Look, listen put the bitch on lockdown
See you hangin out with me tonight
Everythings alright, but a nigga wanna fight
Damn, that's a real player hater for ya
Fuck it, I'll be waitin for ya
[Father Dom]
I'm droppin lines like a mother fuckin pimp at this shit
I'm gettin hoes out they clothes cause i'm good at this shit
They callin me the pussy jammer cause I'm breakin hoes off
See i'm paid to be boss, I'm kickin back at no cost
Never slackin, just mackin, money stackin that's my motto
With so much game they want to play me like the lotto
Tip the bottle, now I'm drunk as a skunk
High off the dank, but I can't front
See I'm never being senile
See I'm smooth as a nail on a fingernail file
Keepin it wild, but in the meanwhile we the coolest
Sure enough this how we do this
[2Pac]
I'm fingerfuckin with my
Now they peepin how a nigga climb on the chart
Ain't fear in my heart, I represent it from the start
Deep, my momma raised me as a g from birth
Be a hustlin motherfucker 'til I sees my hearse
No doubt, I bust a shot for all my niggaz in jail
All the young black males, that gotta slang yayo
Cause its a hard life nigga only thugs survive
Ain't no love, unless a nigga slangin drugs or high
Conversations with these bitches on my mobil
Always in control and never let these bitches know ya
And even though I'm gettin high, a thug nigga gettin by
Catchin bitches spittin lies, I'm gettin mine
All day, I puff a blunt and parlay and sometimes if we party
Gettin my dick licked twice
And death to a trick's life, we can pursue this 'til my shit's right
Went from havin fantasies, to havin hoes leave they man for me
There is no realer man than me
The city of Oaktown laced me with my first case
When them punk police tried to break me
Didn't think the shit was cute, so I got a lawsuit
And made them punk police buy my coupe
{Too $hort:}
Tell em what we do in here, Dangerous...
Get some drums from a break and then break yo ass
You want beats from the crew? we'll take yo cash
Five g's for a muthafuckin song
And if you can't pay it, keep movin on
I'm into somethin that your fake ass never can handle
With your SP-12 and your raggedy samples
Better stick with the James Brown and pay him
Cause the JD-800 ain't even playin
Unless Pee Wee hit them keys
Ant Banks on the beats, now we makin g's
Shorty B got the bass and we sellin it
Shit kinda fat like a muthafuckin elephant
Sample that shit if you want
You better try to sample this dangerous funk
Cause ain't nobody trippin on your fake-ass tape
Shoulda got some beats from my nigga Ant Banks
But Banks ain't thinkin bout no weak shit
Now you're goin out like MC Bitch
And ain't nothin worth killin like a sucker
Why you wanna make fake beats, muthafucka
Shoulda came real like the Oakland city
Beat your ass to death with a S-950
It's not a James Brown loop, it's not Parliament
But you can smell it cause it sho' got a funky scent
It's called The Dangerous Crew, make you feel stupid
Play a thousand records and you still can't loop it
Cause it's not to be found, but if you do
Nothin you could try make you sound like the crew
{Pee Wee:}
Geah man
Just another gangsta kickin tha playa pimp shit for nine-trey
When you're with the dangerous crew
Bitches wann hang with you
Think about the thang in you
She can suck a thang or two
Niggas in other gangs wanna hang with you
Learn your slang, made a few fools wanna slang, would you
Tell them bitches they sang or would you
Lie to get that thang cause they gameless
Them aimless, niggas get extinguished
But they're just muthafuckas
Got bitches duckin suckers
When we come to town, mayn
We rollin fat with dank, ain't fuckin with that brown thang
To Shorty B and $hort, we goin international
Fuck the local fashion show
Niggas can't be broke
Mhisani for the money fuck a bitch until she dizzy
And me and the bigged-Banks is gettin perkin off Aliz?Big Bob's down with the crew ready to do
Any muthafucka steppin to
F.M. Blue and Randy Austin
You're lost when
You thought that you can hang with this
Niggas, this is dangerous
{Spice 1:}
I'm committin a 187 so gimme the clip and let me - pow
I'm down with the Dangerous Crew, so nigga, whatcha wanna do
The alias East Bay Gangsta, you can catch me peelin caps
Known for killin every muthafucka dead in my raps
Nigga, so gimme the clip and let me pow one
Cause everbody dyin on this next fuckin album
Dumpin em up in ditches, kill the snitches
Sell a glock to a gee for these playa-hatin bitches
Gets my smob on, gets my mob on
And niggas be talkin the shit, but yo I'm quick to get my rob on
Cause peelin your cap will put my dick on swoll
Muthafucka you, bitch, godddam-ass hoe
{Ant Banks:}
It's the Big Badass back on that ass, so it's on, gee
I'm kickin the funky shit for the gangstas only
Straight dangerous, we cold mack the most
(Yeah bitch) and we do that coast to coast
Now all the macks in the house, just grab your dick
And tell em funky-cock hoes to have a lick
Fuckin with the gin and juice, dick hard as a rock
Hoes block to block, so what's up with the cock?
I gotta get it goin on till I reach my peak
With a late night freak everyday of the week
Ant Banks, the hoes keep yellin my name
But I ain't trippin cause a nigga got all the game
>From the streets of Oakland, the City of Dope, and
I'm hopin that the hoes keep the pussy hole open
To a nigga like me cause the pussy is free
Never pay to play cause it's plain to see
That the big-dick gangsta's in the house
And the Dangerous Crew's gonna turn it out
So everybody out there that's talkin shit
I'ma wash my name out your mouth with my dick
Cause it's a dangerous thang, and I thought you knew
Boy, you can't fuck with the crew
{Mhisani:}
Clinch your booty cheek, shut your eyes, and grit your teeth
Goldy's bout to explode, I put your shit to cease
I'm like the wick on a stick of dynamite
Light me up when I find a mic
And watch me flow real tight while you're flowin - kinda tight
Goldy bitches comin tighter than some virgin pussy
If I ever get loose and start stinkin, please douche me
The Dangerous Crew ain't no strangers to
What these fingers do, hang his crew
A cold dead nigga changes blue
The skull and crossbones
Bitches get tossed on, niggas get flossed on
Take your mic and bury it like it's a lost bone
If you was a pussy you'd get fucked
If you was a dick you'd get circumsized
You better back the fuck up or I hurt them eyes
Fuck with Goldy you be hoein
With your shoulder above your stomach in a bow tie
Unbuttoned with your nipples showin
D to the a-n-g-e-r-o-u-s is the true test
In Oakland makin the funk, so won't you stick to what you do best
Keep a dick in your ass and keep your nine to five
And don't be runnin and rappin about you signed to Jive
And I don't give a fuck if it angers you
Fuck you woodhogs, I'm down the $hort Dog and the Dangerous Crew
Too Short:
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in the pussy, rub the nipple next
Bitch, which is worse?
My bark or my bite
You heard about me
and now I'm fucking you from dark to the light
You must of thought I got nicer
Talking about Heiser
I'm an old dogg and old dogg's get wiser
Caught up in the game, got ya thinking while your doing this
You never did this, sucking on a big dick
What bitch? You better check the size, and recognize
When I'm between your thighs
Shit, I get hard from the sound of a kidrum
Riding down the strip with your diamonds and ??
Shiny bald head catching sun rays
Smashing down the strip going backwards down runways
Four eighteens with the zues and the zapto
Sounding like I'm riding out a concert at a rap show
Hit a back street and put the top up
Stopped at the light see some hoes watch 'em jock us
I'm so roll with my electric top
Hit a button, ain't gotta get out, fuck with nuthin
Let the top just fold up and lay down
Slamming hard passing by the schools and the playgrounds
Everybody knows when Short's in town
Cause i keep the beats thumping hella-hard with my top down
(whisper) Drop the top
(whisper) Just drop the top
(Short) We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
(Short) Whatever you call it just drop the top
(Short) We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
(Short) Whatever you call it just drop the top
Nine albums out, ain't changed my talk
A thousands hoes walked on I'm still a dogg
Ain't changed nuthing but the hoe that I'm fucking
Still riding through the hood all the homies say ";Was ??";
Give me my props cause i always rock
And I still gets cock when the fine hoes jock
Still smoking Indo getting burned out
Still got the orange juice bottle full of gin 'bout to turn out
A show
A hoe smashed back to the O
Put them bitches on my beeper then pull some mo'
Cause I bump more hoes than acme
I guess you bitch can't learn that you just can't mack me
I'm off of Gin and Juice
Don't even introduce
If you ain't fucking back up cause I'm free to choose
I want some pussy that could make write a freaky tale
Drawls back, bootie cracks, bitch in a hotel
Just to say you got some Too Short dick
You wanna show some evidence, don't swallow don't spit
Cause I bust more nuts than a squirel
And my dick been in pussies all around the world
If you had a picture of it and you asked the bitch
Whats this?
I bet you say, ";Too Short dick";
I still taunt the fine hoes and get shot down
I say ";BITCH";, slam the beat
smash off with my top down
Just riding with my top down
(Short) We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
(Short) Whatever you call it just drop the top
(Short) We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
(Short) Whatever you call it just drop the top
We rode the AC transit bus
Selling joints for a dollar, smoking angel dust
On the way to a house party
A maybe delux
Slanging Too Short tapes
Making some bucks
Looking out the window at the Mustang and Falcon crew
Asking myself ";how can you?";
Roll like the Giants down the foothill strip
With beats thumping top down bumping a bitch
Shit I had to have drop
Didn't care, if I had a Volkswagon
Pick up the beat, had a hoes flaging
Siding with the top down, lit like a lamp
Blowing out the amp, trying to bump a tramp
Most niggers couldn't afford to have a drop top
So they got they shit cut at the chop shop
Couldn't tell niggers nuthin way back then
A lot of niggers died or they went to the pen
Couldn't even see the homie Short Bubble
Bank get fat and my whole account double
When I walk in a club bitches say ";Oo God,
Is that you Todd?";
Me and my homies just who-ride
And take advantage of a life we never had
Fuck eating cheese sandwiches, broke, living bad
I'm a do it for my homies that's there to lock down
Ride with my beats slamming top down
(Whisper) Drop the top
(Whisper) Just drop the top
(Short) I got my top down
(Whisper) drop the top
(Whisper) Just drop the top
(Short) I'm just rolling with my top down
(Short) We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
(Short) Whatever you call it just drop the top
(Short) We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
(Short) Whatever you call it just drop the top
(Whisper) Beyotch
Yeah Short Dawg in the house
Survivin the game man, it ain't easy when
you out here for uh ten years hanging with the cut-throats
back stabbers, playa haters y'know what I'm sayin?
but I'm a bitch killa always was, and always will be
If you ain't in the right state of mind don't play with me
Cause they ain't never ended slavery
You fuckin with my freedom, let's keep it real fool
Don't underestimate niggaz who'll kill you
Cause everything changed, and everybody got a strap
Don't wanna be attacked keep it on your lap
I'm smobbing in my drop, smiling like Priest
Superfly top down speeding through the streets
killas on the prowl,and jacking is how
They get paid pull out a gat and break your ass down
Nigga show no fear, but you scared as hell
And your partner riding with you is prepared to tell
but you don't know it yet, you havin hella fun
and when the shit hit the fan and you on the run
you better pray if they catch your homeboy first
Cause if they put him under pressure, he bound to burst
into a long conversation bout everything you did
No more tusslin, time to do a bid
in the brand new jail that they built for you
where the smallest little thing you get killed over
(survivin the game)
Ain't to bailin out, you mad as hell
Instead of send you to school, they keep you in jail
that cost way more, when you do time
When you creep through the hood and kill your own kind
they building county jails, and penitentiaries
They gettin ready for the motherfucking 21st century
computers taking over, money's obsolete
Now they buying all the houses in the ghetto streets
they way we live now, we can't last long
Cause everyday niggaz gettin they blast on
funerals and court dates, plea bargain for your life
you'll be out in twelve years, once a month see your wife
Now how that sound?
You killed the black man, now they got you locked down
they let you learn a trade, working years for pennies
And that shit you building, was making white man plenty
got the game fucked up, and you'll never be rich
It's all about respect and they treat you like a bitch
(survivin the game)
I was born with the skills of a black man
to survive in the streets and keep stackin
I'm thirty years old, and far from done
I don't care what you think, I ain't forgot where I'm from
east Oakland / and that's where I learned
everything I know, and when I got my turn
I never came fake on a microphone
I always let em know that the town is home
I wasn't born in Oakland, I was born a mack
Stay true to the game, always stating the facts
Bitch you can't stop my mack attack
I know you love this shit, when I rap like that
you never would get me to change my style
I spent 20 million dollars on a brand new house
I got bills to pay, no time to be fake
Eating top rump don't fuck with steak
don't be jealous of me, cause it's well known
I could slip in a minute after hella songs
make one fake album and I'm through
I be a broke ass nigga like you
so I just try to stay focused and do my job
Turn that shit up loud and watch a bitch head bob
Cause I'm the Too S-H-O-R-T
I take a square ass bitch and turn her into a freak
(survivin the game)
Now growing old in the streets aint no easy task
Losing homeboys every time the season pass
Gettin phone calls, another soldier dead
Sittin in the car got four in the head
Rush to his mama house the shit is real
Trying to find out why a nigga got killed
I'm about to hurt somebody, give a fuck who
Cause you already know what you need to do
kill another black man that's what you figure
Just what we need, another dead nigga
got your guns you don't want none
You stupid motherfucker where they come from
from the white man, get em like fast food
With an attitude to make a nigga blast you
You little violent motherfucker don't play with me
Cause they ain't never ended slavery fuckin with my freedom
[Too $hort]
That's all I do is talk shit, no doubt
Yeah I got my nigga B-Legit in the house
Bad Ass Anthony Banks, doin "Big Thangs"
$hort Dog, always representin, always talkin shit, big shit
(That's what we do)
[Ant Banks]
It's been about 15 long years, mackin, profilin
Workin up in the booth off some top shelf Long Islands
The big Bad Ass in this motherfucker, see y'all niggaz know the half
Still representin the O, homey the Eastside, nigga 100th Ave.
Unfuckwittable, see all we bust is rhymes and nuts
Oh yeah you'd probably be fuckin wit them
But nigga you'd never be fuckin wit us
Me, $hort Dog and B-Legit; see first of all homey we the shit
And all that other nonsense you other niggaz pop is irrelevant
[B-Legit]
I rock the shit that's hot but got the ice to cool it down
In the town when I screw around nonbelievers layin down
Still activated but low, I'm seldom seen
with light green and other things that glow, man whattup doe?
(?), take no marine time (?)
Then I mack a straight dimepiece
Have her name on everything that a nigga lease, a savage
I keeps the deeds pink slips and cabbage, silly rabbit
[Too $hort]
Bitch what you thought?
Diss a once a month funky cockbleedin bitch, you gets NOTHIN, yeah!
[Chorus: Too $hort]
You know I kept talkin shit
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch!
Fuck you, you stupid ho
Tell me just what you know
You know I kept talkin shit
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch!
I talk the shit 'til I'm old
So motherfucker you bitch god damn asshole
[Too $hort]
I talk big shit, big spit
I do it on the microphone and get rich
Bitch I'm so god damn motherfuckin cool
See me and you drool like you're nothin but a fool
Ridin down the strip with B-Legit and Big Ant
Drinkin big gin, smokin big plants
My nigga big Bad Ass and B-Lah do it big
Drink the whole bottle bitch and give you a swig
But don't take it personal, that's just how we kick it
Pull out a big dick quick and make you lick it
And after you finish, make sure you do my nigga
Swallow all the cum bitch, and then you get a swigga
Somethin that'll quench yo' motherfuckin thirst, head first
Talk about yo' ass in a verse
What's worse, if I put yo' name in a rap
or get all in yo' face while I snap, bitch?
Oh you hoes better watch what you doin
Cause niggaz 'round here, we talk bad about bitches, f'real
[Chorus: Too $hort]
You know I kept talkin shit
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch!
So much game, when I'm (?) tuck
I make a bitch po' who never suck
You know I kept talkin shit
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch!
So check it out, freak nasty
You think you're fine but you look like Lassie beitch!
[B-Legit]
I bust a bad bitch daily afternoons
Stop by hair saloons, and make the sad bitch pay me
180, in the middle lane, I pop bottles
Expensive models, do they damn thang
Claim they got a little game, it ain't strange
to live tucked away, with no sidewalks, so bitch stay the fuck away
And you can go play, with yo' momma or somethin
Far as drama or somethin you punk nuttin
[Ant Banks]
We got top notches, so holla when you see 'em
We keep our hoes on display at the pimp museum
We sport fly-ass suits, ain't gotta rent no tux
We mack bitches everyday, they yellin Pimps'R'Us
Now we frequently heard but seldom seen
Always makin these hoes fulfill our dreams
We keep bitches on they toes, you know they need it
And niggaz be still spit this ol' shit cause we O.G.'d it
[Too $hort]
Yeah man, big shit, that's what we talkin
Puttin hoes in headlocks nigga
[Chorus: Too $hort]
You know I kept talkin shit
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch!
I just laugh, over and over
When a bitch drink sperm like it's a soda
You know I kept talkin shit
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch!
A straight start demon, whoops I missed
Get back bitch we'll never kiss
You know I kept talkin shit
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch!
I'm that nigga you'll answer too
If I say bitch jump that's what you'll do
You know I kept talkin shit
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch!
I'm Too $hort baby, way too cold
Motherfuckin shit, god damn asshole!
[Too $hort]
Stupid ho
Tell me just what you know
I'm talkin shit 'til I'm old
So motherfuck you bitch god damn asshole
*(Too Short talking)*
Yeah we gettin real on this album y'all. You know I'm hearin all these
rumors out here bout, they ran $hort Dogg up outta East Oakland. Nigga
moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo love in the town. I got much love in
Oakland y'all, you know what I'm sayin, I been doin this shit fo years.
So I'm a tell it to you juss like it happened.... BITCH.
*(Verse 1)*
I don't stop rappin,
ever since the very first day,
I grabbed the microphone, made a funky ass tape,
I had sixteen hoes,
suckin ten toes,
game from the "O",
an any real pimp knows,
the only love hoes get is what they paid fo,
gimme my scratch,
what the fuck I'm a stay fo?
I gotta make moves bitch,
stack some G's,
from the whole stroll,
to my fax machine,
I got money comin in from everywhere,
from New York,
to L.A.,
to the mutha fuckin Bay,
it's true,
I'm the man G,
I'm underground 106 can't ban me,
all on the air sayin they don't fuck wit me no mo,
I go back wit rap like K-P-O-O,
from the very first time I grabbed the mic,
niggaz smokin burner,
ready to fight,
I don't promote violence,
I'm from Oakland where the real kick it,
you might get killed nigga,
or make a mill ticket,
move down south cuz the town is wild,
now the radio jocks wanna clown my style,
I raised too many rappers you support,
ask 'em who they grew up on.... TOO $HORT,
fuck all that black ball shit it won't last,
KMEL y'all can kiss my ass.
*(Chorus)*
That's why the town got rid 'o $hort (x2)
*(Verse 2)*
It all started back when C & H,
went to T & B tryin to playa hate,
I flipped a brand new Lexus,
Joda Balls called me up said ya lyin to me,
he said I heard you an Ran got the cash an split it,
if I don't get my cut,
you mutha fuckaz gonna get it,
it was thirteen G's all mine,
didn't give Teddy Gram one dime,
now listen real close cuz it might be,
hard to follow,
Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand dollaz,
shit sound petty,
an it is,
but that's how it goes when you in show biz,
niggaz fallin out,
should be makin millions,
instead of studios,
we seein lawyers in buildings,
then we stop speakin,
shit got funky,
I don't give a fuck,
mutha fucka get my money,
I ain't never been a hoe you can't pimp me,
I do all the work while you pimp me,
I tried to buy him out,
but right about then,
they let the lions out,
niggaz start eatin that shit up,
you shoulda never listened,
I'm always on this money makin mission,
sold a car an a truck in Oakland fo that Lex,
Jock loaned me five an I was rollin that bitch.
*(Chorus)* x2
Don't believe everythang you hear nigga.
*(Verse 3)*
I went to the freak-nik,
shit turned me out,
came back fo jack the rapper,
bought me a house,
that was August '93 time to dip,
I hade warrants in the town an I was hot as shit,
everytime I got stopped,
nigga went to jail,
treat me bad cuz I was hangin wit criminals,
I wanted to buy me a house in the Oakland hills,
nice lil sumpthin fo a half a mill,
that's was right around the time Chris hooked Dru Down,
the Luniz came through an them tricks got clowned,
Rappin Ron tore 'em up on the freestyle tip,
an niggaz ain't ran nobody outta shit,
then they put it on the town,
shit got real,
when you was in the fourth grade I had a record deal,
you got one hit record now you ballin,
you make one fake album you'll be fallin,
an that shit don't apply to me,
present or past,
you can meet me at the mall an get my autograph,
or you can flash back,
if you can do all that,
me Fred Benz,
an Freddy Craps,
smokin burner upstairs in hot lips house,
It's been fifteen years an I ain't played out,
they playin Too $hort steppin on a Chevy pedal,
back in the days KMEL played heavy metal.
*(chorus)* x2
*(Verse 4)*
Niggaz shootin at the studio late at night,
seen a Charokee,
started shootin at Spice,
at the E-40 picnic out in the park,
niggaz gather round fo some shit to start,
they had bullets wit my name,
but we never got to me,
see me sucka mutha fucka,
shootin at the street,
it was me,
Boo, Howard, an Jock,
a full clip,
one in the chamber an it blockin T.B.,
still tryin to be my pimp,
I could lose my life,
or give my money to him,
I'd rather die before you use me,
I tried to buy him out,
the nigga sued me.
*(Too $hort talking)*
An that's where it stands right now y'all. Fo the mutha fuckaz that
don't know, like the Notorious say, "If you don't know, now you know."
I'm a legend in the game, you can't replace me
I'm drivin' this car, don't try to race me
You'll never win, I came straight from the coastline
I got the most albums and the most rhymes
I could die and you still won't catch up
How you gonna step up when you let them little heffers
dig in your pocket while they suckin' on your left nut
You a soldier? Nigga I'm a vet, what
I'm old school with a new style
Girls hear me rap and act too wild
But that's how I like 'em, what you wanna do now?
Get you all alone girl and turn you out
You want a man that do all he can
Hold your hand, and take you to the promise land
But I refuse to help you get there
(Good luck) I hope you choose on the best player
Shittin' on 'em
I'm shittin' on 'em...
I'm shittin' on 'em beotch!
She said I'm too old, get fucked it's too late
She said tell $hort it's a new day
Bitch I say fuck what you say
I'm from the Old Bay and the New Bay
When you make the wrong choice, who you gon' blame?
I'm all in your ear tellin' you the wrong thing
But you listen anyway, buyin' the dream
You know about us pimps, we be lyin' and things
I don't wanna fight for the bitch Joe
It's all about the game, and who can spit the most
I'm never too faded to hustle
Ball up my fists, and make a muscle
I stay strapped, I don't wanna tustle
Fake ass bodyguard nigga wanna wrestle
Cause you think she's likin' me?
She's goin' hella stupid on this hyphy beat?
And now you wanna fight with me?
Make me mad, and I'ma fuck your wife-to-be
I'm from the Eastside where the Raiders play
Where you get your game from? I say the Bay
You think I'll square up? You can't be hopin'
I'm hard on a bitch, I was trained in Oakland
I never turned in my player card
Ask anybody, they'll say I'm hard
I'm shittin' on 'em
I'm shittin' on 'em...
I'm shittin' on 'em...
I'm shittin' on 'em...
I'm shittin' on 'em beotch!
You so horny, tryin' to find you a bitch mayne
I'm hustlin', I gotta stay rich mayne
You friendly, like to buy hoes gifts
But I'm mean, I hit 'em with the closed fist
You a sucka, take a bitch on a trip
I kick back, and send a bitch to go get my stack
And you'll never do that
You're weak for a bitch, you better move back
Why they always use you?
Cause you pay 'em, that's what they used to
Man bitches everywhere
Treat niggaz like you like teddy bears
You'll get to feel on her and touch her
You always with her but you still ain't fucked her
You fell in love with the bitch last summer
I fucked a few times then dumped her
You tricks, always tryin' to find you a better hoe
I told you, never put the pussy on a pedestal
Them nasty little cum freaks, F 'em
If they wasn't bout the money I left 'em
Burn rubber, I'm drivin' fast
That's my new motto 'cause it's time to smash
I flew past still givin' it gas
Made a right turn, swingin' the ass
I'm shittin' on 'em
I'm shittin' on 'em...
I'm shittin' on 'em...
I'm shittin' on 'em...
UHH~! Where I stay they gotta temper they locks
Get they hair done down at Nappy or Not (BAY AREA!!!)
No funk abusin the cops
Droppin off yola in the Wal*Mart parkin lot (parkin lot)
Hustle in our arteries, re-up and re-cop (cop)
Cemeteries, mortuaries, tryin to get guap' (UHHH)
Drugs, fetti and sex
Chicken one day, fed goods the next (UHHH~!)
I got a cold conversation
Could talk a cop out a ticket in front of the police station
My niggaz KNOW I'm a patient
When you're funkin or beefin all it takes is a little patience
(UHHH) Gotta be slick and sly
I ain't gon' kill nuttin, and I ain't gon' let nuttin die
Looted up, suited up, rap for fun
Wanna hear this black right here? Nigga say, this my one
Droop-E made the black, Sic'Wid'It hog
Who that rappin on the track? 40-Wat' and $hort Dawg
(At the bank they call us Earl and Todd)
(We up all night, hustlin hard)
UHHH {can't stop won't stop} this my one
{We gotta get it how we get it} this my one
{Like the beat hear knocks} this my one
{Got 'em all in the clubs yellin} this my one
Things can't stay the same
Somebody gotta break the chain
Put some big money back in the game
We havin big money and we at it a-gain
But can you handle it mayne
or would rather be grimy doin scandalous thangs?
You wanna ball, you can't tell him he ain't
Cause if the music don't pay he gon' sell 'em the 'caine
All the crack babies are growin up now
They got ADD, throw it up and act wild
Extra hyper, she asked me if I like her
Slow down girl, you move faster than a Viper
You're too freaky, you're way too sleazy
You could make some money but you give it up easy
Can't even get a coke dealer
You a broke bitch fuckin with a broke nigga!
UHHH... I play my position
So much throb in the trunk got the CD player skippin
(CD player skippin) I'm smokin and sippin
Hood life, speed bumps in the residential district
UHHHHH~! Pimpin this the anthem
Got the Chrysler lips, lookin like a phantom
Like a PHANTOM!! I burn rubber on a hater
If it ain't about yaper I'm hit the 'ccelerator
Me and E-40, we rap for money
on funky-ass tracks with slappin drumbeats
Pay me up front cause I'm not a dummy
Promoters like bitches when I'm hot they want me
... And that's all the time
I stay on tour, knockin all the dimes
I can't name 'em, the list is long
[Too $hort]
These are the tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
(tune in to the history channel)
These are the tales (learn a lesson biatch)
these are the tales that I tell so well (Short Dog)
I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of game
but back then, I was just sayin' my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland California with some new shit
I'm Sir Too $hort I'm bout to do this
In 1981, that's where it all begun
We do it for the money we don't rap for fun
Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too $hort and Freddy B
Money in my pocket's all I ever need
It was me, Fred B, and Freddy Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks then we smoked them phat
While we rapped about the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole tryin' to ball without vogues
In '82 you was in the game
with a Falcon, Cougar or a Mustang
Me and Freddy B used to hit the turfs
with a bag of tapes puttin in work, Biatch
In '83 you hit a house party
a dolla' get you in and a dolla' fo' a drink
I'm on the turntable smokin' get-right
and at mid-night I'll be rappin' on the mic
I did the same thang, for the next two years
That's why they say my name, when I come through here
When I was 16, I want'd to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black
Young ballers in the town livin' real phat
Never had the sack but I smoked a little crack
Crushed up in the weed, we call em bass rock Caddies
Goin' on them grimmies make them ho's call me daddy
[Hook]
These are the tales, these are the tales that I tell so well
These are the tales, these are the tales that I tell so well
[Too $hort]
It's been 15 years since that shit happened
But Too $hort don't stop rappin'
In '85, I was on the right page
Ten thousand niggaz, $hort live on stage
Underground tapes was all they ever heard
but the whole crowd sang along with me word for word
And that changed everything
Went to Seventy Five Girls and hooked up with Dean
Real player-ism and that's no joke
Snort a lot of coke with ho's that like to smoke
I was makin' records but wasn't makin' money
you can take it seriously or you can think its funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
and I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
No radio or video or CD sales
Six platinums in a row Ice Cube and Cool J
Who else did that shit? $hort Dog from the Bay
These ho's try to play it safe
but I been mackin' hard since eighty-eight
And from eighty-nine to ninety-six
I was rappin' on the mic talkin' shit about a bitch
I'll retire 10 times and I'll still be here
My old records sell about a half a mil' a year
I say "bitch get naked" so pimpishly
spit rhymes through decades and centuries
And bitches just love my dirty mouth
when I see you again I'ma cuss you out, BIATCH!
That's my gift, now all you rappers get to say that shit
I wont sue you, but that's the trademark
I was a grown ass man when you was playin' in the park lil' nigga
[Hook]
[Too $hort]
Now I'm in Atlanta I still love the O
I gave you my bitch but you can't have my flow
I guest appeared on 47 albums
Fuck McDonalds and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too $hort
I live swell in A.T.L. cause I'm a player
We fuckin' hella ho's at X House in Decatur where it's greater
You know how we ride
I got love for all niggaz from the EastSide
It was me, Ant Banks and Shorty B
All we need to do is find my nigga PeeWee
We used to be on Murdel Street makin' funky songs
if you see him tell him Short said its back on
Lets get this money, midwest down South
East coast West coast ride out, BIATCH
[Too $hort talking over Hook]
That's my gift to rap, you can have that word
Say bitch all you want, all you regular fake ass niggas
You finally get to have Too $hort's bitch, trick
Talking bout the ghetto...funky funky ghetto
Trying to survive, trying to stay alive
Chorus:
The ghetto
The ghetto
(Talking bout the ghetto)
The ghetto
The ghetto
(Funk funky ghetto)
Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths
Old school buddies not doing it right
Every day it's the same
And it's the same every night
I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that fool
If he played me close and tried to test my cool
Every day I wonder just how I'll die
Only thing I know is how to survive
There's only one rule in the real world
And that's to take care of you, only you and yours
Keep dealing with the hard times day after day
Might deal me some dope but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to break into my house again
Thought he got off early doing time in the pen
Even though my brothers do me just like that
I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the...
Chorus
So just peep the game and don't call it crap
Cause to me, life is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 million on a footbal team
And her baby dies just like a dope fiend
The story I tell is so incomplete
Five kids in the house and no food to eat
Don't look at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next door getting high
Even though she's got five mouths to feed
She's rather spend her money on a H-I-T
I always tell the truth about things like this
I wonder if the mayor overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the task force send some help
Waiting on him I'd better help myself
Housing Authority and the O.P.D.
All these guns just to handle me in the...
Chorus
Even though they put us down and call us animals
We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes
Drive fancy cars, make love to stars
Never really saying just who we are
We use alias names like TOO $HORT
Sell you stuff you might kill for
Young kids grow up and that's all they know
Didn't teach him in school now he's slangin dope
Only thing he knows is how to survive
But will he kill another brother before he dies?
In the ghetto, you keep one eye open
All day long, just hoping and hoping
You can pay your bills and not drink too much
Then the problems of life you'll be throwing up
Like me, but you don't see
Ten years from now, where will you be?
Chorus
So much game in a Too $hort rap
Blacks can't be white and whites can't be black
Why you wanna act like someone else?
All you gotta do is just be yourself
We're all the same color underneath
Short Dog's in the house you'd better listen to me
Never be ashamed of what you are
Proud to be black stand tall at heart
Even though some people give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put em in check
Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated that way
And when they throw you in jail you got nothing to say
So if you don't listen it's not my fault
I'll be getting paid while you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse running your mouth
While me and my peoples try to get out
Too Short - Triple XXX
[$hort] Yeah we ridin... yea
[woman] Short Dawg
[$hort] We ridin, just bounce wit me
[woman] Short Dawg - here to play the game
[$hort] Yea...
[woman] Whatch'all gonna do?
[$hort] And we ridin
[woman] Short Dawg!
[Too $hort]
What's on yo' mind ho? That nigga Too $hort
got you playin witcho' pussy fo' twenty-fo'
In the mo'nin, why I won't call you back
Got another little freak all on my lap
She's been tellin me things that I wanna hear
So I hit you on another day, another year maybe
I still wanna see you baby
I know I told a few lies, you wanna be my lady
I let you ride with a player in my new truck
Take you straight to my house, you can do me up
and back down again, get around your friends
Let 'em know, e'ry nigga from the town's a pimp
My daddy was a player, my grandpa too
Now what the fuck else am I supposed to do?
Put my finger on the pussy, rub the nipple next
Short Dawg's in the house with the triple X
I'm a hooker's dream, a hoe's delight
They prove it, with bankrolls every night
You like to kiss her, she like to drink sperm
Get you high, smokin that pink sherm
I don't have sex with her, she just give me head
Like the ex-President, I don't need a bed
Let it drip down your cheek, get all on your dress
Rinse the evidence or rub it all on your tits
I don't care - cause I'm cold as ice
I don't feel nothin for you, think you know I'm nice
That's what you heard about Todd when I'm gettin hoes
Leave a trail of broken hearts when I let 'em go
It's not my fault, cause they be all in the club
Believin what I say, bitches fallin in love
When all I really wanted was a little sex
Turn your ass out with my triple X
[Chorus: female singer]
It's Short Dawg, he came to play the game
So whatch'all wanna do? He'll make you say his name (Short Dawg)
It's Short Dawg, he came to play the game
So whatch'all wanna do? He'll make you say his name (Short Dawg!)
[Too $hort]
Now what you bouts to do, little prostitute
I see that sucka in ya ear but I gots to shoot
some real game your way, what I came to say
is what I did yesterday it ain't gon' change today
And if I cain't knock you I bet I get her
Cause I'm a hard workin pimp, I'm not a quitter
These hatin lames, don't even realize
Short Dawg's dirty rhymes make them fantasize
I don't dream about pussy cause I get too much
Can't believe that nasty slut didn't let you fuck
But maybe you ain't ready for the skills she got
Non-stop, hit the cot, the bitch still be hot
She's workin tonight, she'll stick to the script
My life is so tight, when hoes flip you tricks
Put a sponge on her pussy and she'll still be wet
Another bitch turned out by my triple X
It's nothin new - I've ran up in a few
Hit the party had the hardest G's cuffin them too
Cause I'm a mack, the whole world knows that
I'm in the house, you better hold your hoes back
Fuck $hort - that's what the bitches thinkin
Put my hand up her dress and her clit was stinkin
I gotta pass! Pussy smell like ass
So I jumped in my Benz and gave it hella gas
I can't believe you nasty girls tryin to get some
Sit on my shit and give my dick the runs
Like the East coast homies they don't slip son
Too many women in the world, you bound to get one
That slick bitch, dressed her up and played the road
But all my niggaz out in Texas say the bitch is throwed
She snort coke, rollin on them triple stacks
Rated X in the back while we dip the 'llac, beotch!
"Moving up!" "East Oakland, yeah that's right" (Repeat 4x)
Oakland, California, West Coast life
You either play the game or you smoke the pipe
I became a rapper at the age 14
No gold ropes, no diamond rings
But look at me now, 10 years later
Ask any MC if I rap greater
See I'm known in Fresno, even the big O
>From San Diego to Sacramento
They'll tell you yes, wherever you go
And I bet my life won't one say no
Ain't nothing like a Too $hort fan
I ain't tripping, you can play it again
Don't fight the feeling, life is me
I rock shows in Nashville, Tennessee
It wasn't "Hee Haw," so don't laugh
At the good ol' boys getting autographs
In Cinncinatti, I know you heard
I got fined for the "Cusswords"
It's true, baby, so so unique
Might slap your man, or just thump your freak
I come to your town, I'm not under
I want your name and your telephone number
You think I'm faking, but I'll call
We only got one night to do it all
I know baby it's such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit another city
Cold macking in the game is all we do
Me and the boys called "The Dangerous Crew"
I used to be local til I signed with Jive
Too $hort then went nationwide
I went to Georgia with the Too $hort sound
I went down like Bobby Brown
I said a rap and they took me to jail
Pulled out my bank, and made bail
This is my story, it could not wait
It all started out in the Golden State
California, where I was born and raised
I used to play the drum in my younger days
I just hit that beat any way I can
Smooth high-stepping in the marching band
I turned in my drum and I started to rap
Now beats I make, make my bank so fat
It's Too $hort, on the mic tonight
Pennsylvania, can you see the light?
>From Chicago, to Indiana
>From Mississippi, to Alabama
Louisiana, even Texas
Females, call me sexist
But don't they love it, you know me
Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me
Like engine, engine, number 9
Homies run a train, standing in line
If that train jumps off the track
Then my brother you will catch the clap
>From Colorado, to Arizona
All the way back home to California
In Chatanooga, they know the tip
Short Dog in the house, I'm that flip
Getting clip, or playing pool
I can't help it I'm so damn cool
Call me "Dog" or leave me alone
I'm riding in a Caddilac Fleetwood Chrome
With Too Clean, behind the wheel
I'm riding shotgun, rapping for real
Total boss in the back, give me superside
They like to roll 'em fat cause you know we ride
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rapping
Now you know, nothing but the Dog in me
You make love to me and I still act stingy
Oh should I pay you? You must be tripping
I didn't buy you and I sure ain't renting
I said "I love you" cause you gave me head
I didn't love you when we got out the bed
If I could love you, you know I would
But what you giving, ain't all that good
A little southern hospitality
You'd better try to get away from me
I love money, and I just can't fake it
I go to Magic City and the girls dance naked
I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But I'm living like an Oaktown mack
I'm in the house y'all, I'm like ?peeser? y'all
Rat heads get nothing but cheese, y'all
Or get slapped, put up your dukes
I kick you in your ass with my Nike boots
Some rappers try to be just like Too $hort
Can hang with the Dog, you'd better stay on the porch
In Minnesota, Virginia Beach
Wisconson, I got freaks
Atlanta, Little Rock
Louisville, it don't stop
Kansas City, Missouri
I rock the house in East St. Louis
Detroit, it's like Oakland
It's a black thing, and I'm a black man
To all my brothers in the U.S.A.
Too $hort baby don't even play
Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat
I cross the bridge and hit 3rd street
Years ago, I rocked that joint
I say what's up to my homies from Hunter's Point
We go a long way back, it's always been like that
In the days that Short Dog was so young at the rap
I'm in the house!
One.. two.. one, two, three, four
[Too $hort]
First we got the crack
Then we got the gats
Then they changed all the laws
It was a set up
Lockin all the young homies up
Gettin 'em all shot dead in the streets
Straight set up
I remember when the world went crazy
Crack cocaine, hit the streets in the 80's
Right before the crack they was smokin fat
They called it freebase and rich folks did that (that's right)
It's all good, but nobody in the hood
put powder in water and cooked it, they never would (naw)
A white boy did it, showed niggaz how to get it
The rich man's high got the ghetto addicted
It used to be expensive, fuck that ten shit
Turnin out cute little bitches that was innocent
Five years later, she to' up from the flo' up (be-itch)
Niggaz used to kiss her, now the bitch smell like throw-up
(hoe) What? I'm tellin the truth
The man had a plan that was killin the youth
You can smoke it, or sell it, if you choose you lose
It was a set up, got everybody singin the blues
They gave you the crack to start flippin your sack
You makin your money, it's sittin in stacks (yeah)
You bought you some gats, for niggaz who jack
Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker bag that (nigga what?)
Somebody died, you're goin to war
You got a lot of straps and you want some more
You in the little leagues, AK's from the Middle East
Guns and coke, you wanna get a piece?
It was a set up, that's what the O.G.'s say
I heard Rick got his dope from the CIA
A new kind of baller out in sunny Los Angeles
Benzes, houses, young niggaz havin this
Oakland got a taste and all over the place
Detroit to Miami they was rollin case
Down to I-75, whatchu need in Atlanta
White Christmas, a bag full of dope like Santa
(Whatchu need homey whatchu need?) It was a set up
(I got whatchu need baby, I got whatever you need)
(You got the money? I got the llello)
Don't look in his eyes, use your automatic weapons
Shoot in the crowd and keep steppin (that's yo' ass)
Read about it later, wrong nigga got hit
Shot a gangster in the leg, but you killed a little kid
Now where in the fuck did the guns come from?
They used to put 'em up and say you want some?
Now you get shot, makin all that loud noise (nigga)
Have your pistol on your side like the cowboys (beotch)
Cause you can make a lot of money when you sellin dope
Sell your soul to the devil, say to hell with the Pope
At the Benz dealer (yea I want that one) spend a hundred thousand cash
You feelin like a hoe, money comin out your ass
In a way, it's not your fault
You stupid as fuck, that's why you got caught
You never get out, and I'm still amazed
You shoulda opened up a biz and bought some real estate
(I'm havin money) Niggaz strapped like the military
Know how to cook it, package it and get it there
You get paid? You coulda been a CPA
When you weigh that yay, tell the DEA
It ain't mine (it ain't mine) I don't wanna do no time
They got the new laws havin niggaz snitchin and lyin
Cause what we do y'all we gotta get our own hustle
I'm cool on the coke, I don't want no trouble (fuck that)
I got a felony (one strike) I was caught in a bust
Got probation, they can't stop us (unstoppable)
I got two gat cases and I still ain't been to jail
They caught my little homey on the hill and made him tell
He told about the murders and the whole operation (shit)
I feel like the slave, on a plantation
Now I'm stuck in here, and don't wanna stay
I wish I was a kid so I could go out and play
Intro:
Sup?
Short Dogg back in the house beeyatch!
And it don't stop to the beat
Ain't no thang but a chicken wing
We gonna do it like this one mo' time
Verse 1:
Straight from Oakland, California I'm back again
Short Dogg's on the mic 'bout to mack and pimp
We got flavor at the Dangerous Crew camp
Save ya money, can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you can get bees
stuck in the back of your throat
Fuckin with a pimp named Sir Too $hort
We coulda sampled the Luke but we didn't
I'd rather treat ya like a ho and start pimpin
When will you other brothers realise?
Can't fuck with my crew better feel your eyes
cos you must be blind if you can't see
And I'ma say this shit quite frankly
I give a fuck when freestylers step up
I don't do it, tell you 'bout it on the next cut
Cos right now we gotta feel the flow
and make sure we keep it real slow
Just like the motherfuckin Dangerous Crew
We gettin funky like it's 1972
Still puffin on them zags, dressed like pimps
and axe Ohio Players once again
can we sample the funk?
Y'know we don't wanna wear it out
We just wanna lil' piece, y'knowhati'msayin?
We ain't goin loopy, we're goin freaky
We gonna funk it track for track
Dangerous Crew style
Ant Banks let me flip this one more time
Ya ready?
Verse 2:
All you brand new rappers got a new flow
You ain't samplin James Brown no mo'
Probably try to sample cameo
Parliament Funkadelic, you scandalous ho
you stole it, Ossie Brothers, Bark Kays
Barry White, Isaac Hayes
Have you heard the term 'Sample Clearance'?
Start the nigga who wrote it, would never hear it
Now we're suin your ass for sure
Got'cha spendin all ya money cos you need a lawyer
You got problems and ya need ta solve em
Ya shouldn't of sampled wouldn't of had dem problems
If you'd have played your own shit
you wouldn't be broke, you woulda made ya long grip, bitch
But that's irrelevant now, my friend
cos they done wiped you clean like Ant Banks' Benz
Sittin on some three-piece AMG's
Better find you a sample, you ain't playin these
kinda beats, so funky make your fingers pop
If you can't find a sample you ain't got
not one damn thing for a nigga to ride to
But I been gettin funky since I was in high school
Growin up in that Bootsy's rubber band
In '76, seen a mothership land
Nothin but funk all in your face
I like to slow it way down in ass and bass
cos that's how we be layin tracks
Just flip the funky rhyme and start sayin raps
Get funky with Ant Banks, PeeWee, Shorty B
Father D, Dope D, Tony T
The motherfuckin Dangerous Crew
and that's the drop from the dime, we'll change the groove
just to sample the funk
Beeyatch!
That's right, PeeWee friggin the keyboards
Tony T on the drums, Shorty B on the bass
Ant Banks on the mixing boards, Short Dogg on the vocals
Verse 3:
Right now you know the story of Too $hort baby
First started rappin in 1980
I got more game than Monopoly
Now I'm makin money there ain't nobody stoppin me
Used to be local til I signed with Jive, man
Used to like to sample now I'm rollin with live band
Now that I finally did this shit
I'm makin one more album and then I quit
and only one thing could make me say I'm not
and that's one million dollars on the spot
Upfront cash, money, no compromise
No schemes, no scandals, don't front and lie
Just pay the man in full
Thirty years old, torch the bull
Ain't givin shit up but the funk
Let these record companies know what the fuck I want
Cos they been fuckin black folks right from the start
When you sign that line tear your ass apart
For every one you get they gettin five
Niggas gettin paid but it don't seem right
I know where I came from and know where I'm at
and my last two albums don't sound real bad
I'm Too $hort baby, I ain't no punk
I'm just askin 'Can I sample the funk?'
So can we sample the funk?
Bitch!
Outro:
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin?
I'm talkin to George Clinton, Bootsy Collins
My nigga Suga Foot and Diamond from the Ohio Players
I'm talkin to James Brown
We know where the funk came from
Johnny 'Guitar' ????
To all y'all niggas, y'all can sample all you want
Here we go loopty-loo
cos the Dangerous Crew goin to get funky like this
without a doubt I'm comin' back and if you don't know
call me S. I. R. T. double O
I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time
I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine
I carry big fat WIVES, I treat my girls like guys
Ask 'em "who do they love?" and they all say TIDE
I'm just an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say these lines
So go on and on, I'm sir Too Short
just what you've been lookin' for
Like PCP or pure cocaine
DJ universe got you SPRUNG IN THE GAME
You make money, hear my rap from coast to coast
From host to host, I hear the toast:
"Too Short, love the way you that hit
here's to you, keep rhymin' and boy don't quit"
I say This is how it goes when I say my rap
Most times when I rhyme wouldn't be like that
'cause the way I write rhymes you will comprehend
I'll keep rappin' to the very end
And if you call me fake I'll say so what?
I got you standin' and noddin' like you just shot up
so boy straightin' up I'm still rappin'
comin' at you fresh. Do you know what happened?
I'm sayin' rhymes messin' with your mind
I didn't want your girl 'cause she really ain't fine
I took her to a motel could've been a hotel
It costs me 20 dollars but I did it so well
She had to tell your sister, your sister told you
Now the whole damn town calls me playboy too
I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they don't stop
I'm lookin' at an empty page about to fill it up
I write only the truth, speak only to you
So if I tell you to say somethin' then you know what to do
I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they never stop
I live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All you wanna be mothers get no child support
I'm Too Short baby gettin' rich
Get on the mic and then say... Like left to right
right to left girl stealin' your heart is like petty theft
Like 10 to 9, 3 to 2
I'll always be one up on you
Like nightfall makes the sun go down
CRAZY RACK laid the beat changed your life around
From the sea to the mountains the mountains to the sea
all you're gonna do is wanna rock this beat
It's so rough so tough when I talk this stuff
When I get on the mic I can't get enough
I'm the rapper of the season, fresh and decent
All my raps are smooth and decent
I'm that rapper known place to place
for the hardest raps with the hardest bass
You see I rap all the time, that's the point
When I walk in the place I just jam the joint
Singin' old Too Short's on the microphone
The beat's so fresh can't leave me alone
You see I rap so cool I will not shout
I keep comin' so hard I might knock you out
If you battle with Short that's the chance you take
so you better come fresh and don't be fake
All you weak MC's with your weak drum beats
tellin' all your people you can hang with me
Count 1 to 10 count 10 to 20 and I'll just keep on makin' money
Life is Too Short I don't stop
I'm hooked on money like a junkie on TOP
I got to make it every day, I won't go broke
Ask me am I rich and I'll say "no"
I'm your homeboy Too Short back again
puttin' Oakland on the map my rap will never end
I'd like to send a special thanks to the dangerous crew
for believin' in me when they thought I was through
I got rhymes, I keep 'em comin'
I'm on the mic, I won't stop rappin' till it comes out right
and when it's BEATIN' I'll just say "let's roll"
I make another record and buy some gold
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
I'm like a one man crew, you see I don't need help
I get the job done so all you fake rappers, MC's rap masters
Give it up leave that rappin' to me
Realizin' young buck you can't rock that beat
I rap on the mic and you'll believe
Nothin' ain't kickin' like the BIG OLD C
It's just one hard rapper spittin' a rap
Not 3 or 4 sucka's or a couple of saps
Like born to Mack I'll cash a check
Walkin' 'round like a fool livin' up to his rep
I'll tell you life ain't long
What you waitin' for?
Aight, biiiiitch! Funky motherfucking fresh
Some of that '93 old school shit, hoe
Well I'm Too $hort baby, hear what I say
I never do work but I always play
Cause the game is life and I play the game
So you never talk down on a player's name
When I grab my mic I'm the one man crew
Talking bout me, wouldn't think about you
When you heard Too $hort came to town
You never would've thought I'd be looking down
On who? On you cause I'm so big
Me and my money is all I dig
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, we ain't no punk
We take 24 tracks, drop the funk on your ass
Beating like a dope fiend
Back seat riding in a limosine
Telling that freak all about me
The creater of greater, sucker MC's
Chilling out in the Oaktown singing a rap
No MC could rock like that
Now I say it like bitches say
No MC could rock my way
When I rap it's always great
Wouldn't care if it was like or on a tape
It's me, $hort, the one and only
Spitting that rap to all my homies
You know about you, you know I'm a star
When I rap too good I might take it too far
Had the whole damn crowd going wild
Cause I don't stop rapping, that's my style
Too $hort baby from East Oakland
I got more hoes than I can count on my hand
You got women? Well I got more
You don't know? Shit, I'm Playboy $hort
They call me ";Playboy $hort"; known everywhere
Had a life long dream to be a player
Way too cold at a younger age
It was every day, just make that page
Still playing the same, still young at the game
Never talk down on a player's name
Cause I'm big time, paid all my dues
I'm rich and famous and way too cool
People can't fuck with the way I'm rhyming
They say it's too slow but it bought these diamonds
Too $hort baby is the name I use
A '93 Lexus is what I cruise
Clean from the start, I thought I was it
I was Cadillac Slick in the dust I kick
But the Caddy got parked cause I'm riding new
Eastside bitch, so I'm siding, fool
Money everywhere, all over the floor
At the bank I'm known as ";Mr. $hort";
At the house I be chilling, getting some head
Writing raps all day, even in bed
And them groupie-ass bitches love this shit
The funk rap master, made to fit
Just her, I'm all in them guts
Homeboy can't fuck so I hooked it up
But young women like you with your big round butts
Blind girls driving down the street called ";Love";
Chasing that man, who really can't stand
Seeing your face so now you ran
And you don't realize what you'll soon see
The way making love is supposed to be
With a player known as Playboy Too
Rock a mic and a freak and you'll both be through
Players play women who like to get played
Bitched like you just trying to get laid
But I like money, and I get paid
I do my duty and say ";Good day";
I didn't want to make love, I'm not that fast
What the hell, she's a freak, she even asked
So let's go to my room, after the show
Treat me like a pimp, and pay me hoe
You can suck my dick and I might sing
Just love Too $hort, I'm everything
So cool, my name is ";Too";
Call it how you want but I won't call you
Ring my phone and you might see
Ringing my phone just won't get me
Cause I'm hard to find, and I get mine
And if I was looking for you, I wouldn't be in line
I'd be right on time in the right place
Too $hort baby all in your face
Talking bout mine and what I want
Fucking MC's with the Dangerous funk
I'm on my way, to the top
So much rapping I'll never stop
And all that fame, you might claim
Couldn't stand up by my rap name
You might be good, I don't care
I've been rapping like this 13 long years
I got more respect then you'll ever get
Cause I don't stop rapping and you know that shit
Sucker MC's with your record deal
Most tapes out now couldn't be real
Cause your tracks ain't shit, dreaming bout hits
But you'll find out Too $hort don't quit
When I grab my mic I'm the one man crew
Talking bout me, wouldn't think about you
When you heard Too $hort came to town
You never would've thought I'd be looking down... (fades out)
(Pimp): All we want is the money
(Pimp 2): I keep em' bro. Wake up one morning, and, with some money
to spend, they go crazy.
(Verse 1):
I'm going to tell you a story in stereo,
About the pimping game, that you should know.
But if you don't, it's alright.
Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When I was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you wanna be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology: a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they teach?
English, math, and history.
Pimpin' game, you can learn.
And if you do, you will earn
A pimp diploma, just for you
For learning what you're taught when you come to school.
Lesson 1, you should know:
Never fall in love, with your ho.
Lesson 2 tells you to do only one thing:
Act cool.
Lesson 3:
Don't be a trick. If she's poor, if she's rich,
If your game is soft or hard,
It shouldn't take long to break the broad.
Lesson 4:
Keep ya ho. It's the most important thing to know.
'Cause I pimp or die. I'm like the Mack:
riding around Oakland in a Cadillac.
But on the other hand, if you can't pimp
And the hos keep treating you like a simp,
I don't know what to say about you boys.
You better go to the store and buy some toys.
'Cause you can't play this game.
(Pimp Talking):
Next time you hear grown folks talking, shut the fuck up y' hear?
(Verse 2):
Now you heard my story in stereo:
About the pimpin' game, that you should know.
And if you don't, it's alright,
'Cause I'll be spittin' this game to ya all damn night.
I'm Short Dog. Ain't nothing nice.
I never rap fake when I'm on the mic.
I ride around town in a clean Benz.
Never ever frontin' on my real cool friends.
My zodiac sign is a Taurus the bull.
I drink Old English, and I do get full.
If you're wondering why I don't stop my rap,
'Cause other MC's can't rock like that.
My music flows like domino's.
I pimp these hoes that's how it goes.
Tenders on my beeper all day and night.
I'm a true blue player homeboy. That's right.
O-A-K-L-A-N-D:
That's where I rain, top dog MC.
Too Short, baby, on the microphone.
I work more tails. I don't take freaks home.
Man, they start trippin' when they think your rich.
Met her yesterday. All on my tip.
It's not hard to believe. But that's how it goes.
I'm burning rubber on these hoes like vogues.
Check out my style. Baby don't stop.
If you can't call me Short, just call me Dog.
Black is my color. I have no other. Nothing else will do.
I've got a black car, black bed, black TV.
I've even got a silk black suit.
Dangerous music, and the Dangerous Crew,
Oakland, Ca, and the Playboy too.
West coast rapping al over the place.
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, laying the beat.
DJ scratches from my homeboy Pete.
Dangerous music is what you hear.
A new LP, every year.
You know we rolling. Can't be faking.
We come through, and all your girls, we're taking.
You know we're rolling. Don't do no simpin'.
Oaktown players, strictly pimpin', baby.
My name is Short. Just what you've been looking for.
Sending young tenders on a wild goose chase.
Up in the hills, trying to find my place.
Getting lost, getting tossed, getting found and clowned.
Every time you see Short baby, you get down.
'Cause the raps I make are the raps you like.
The way Sir Too Short rocks the mic.
It's a one of a kind, rapping style.
Have the freaks in the crowd, going wild.
For when I spit my rhyme, I just don't quit.
Grab the microphone, and just make me rich.
(Pimp 1): It was $35, 000.
(Pimp 2): $35,000 cash money?
(Pimp 1): No. I get 1. $35, 000 plus 1, right?
(Pimp 2): The one I gave you?
(Pimp 1): No, I gave you 6 alright. I had 1. Now $35,000 plus 6
right.
Now $35, 000 plus 1, plus 6 makes 7.
Beotch!
Somebody say beotch! Say beotch!
A lemme hear you say beotch! Say beotch!
Say bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch..
Your daddy said come back baby, find your life
It was wrong before but this time it's right
It's been way too long, you've been gone from home
You wasn't ready when you left to be grown on your own
Now deep down inside you're his little girl
Gotta swallow his pride cause you're his little girl
Wouldn't be so bad, if you only stripped
But you don't do dancin just lonely tricks
Now you're hooked - ain't no love
You in this game, it's just like drugs
Your family wrote you off cause you fucked that up
You way out of town and you stuck
Now you're on your own, you've been disowned
Since you left your hometown all your friends are gone
It's girls like you that truly make us
You're lost in the world so I moved you to Vegas
Before you met me you wasn't nuttin
I fucked wit'cha and I turned you into somethin
Now fuck J-Lo, be your own woman
Now take your ass back to work the track jumpin
Say beotch! I'ma be pimpin forever
Bitch, I'ma be pimpin forever
Say say say say hoe! I'ma stay mackin forever
Hoe, I'ma stay mackin forever
Say, say beotch! I'ma be pimpin forever
Bitch, I'ma be pimpin forever
Say say say say hoe! I'ma stay mackin forever
Hoe, I'ma stay mackin forever
Say beotch! You better get that cash
Old-ass man wanna hit that ass
Older than your daddy, more like your granny
Let his old wrinkled ass get in them panties
I show you how to get it, I'm just a dog
You had a good thang and you fucked it off
I'm like the big bad wolf, you better scream
Run for your life cause I want that cream
Your father told you, to stay away from me
And now you gotta call me daddy?
Now let me ask you, you think you've got it together?
You're too fine to be broke, you gotta get whatever
Now I don't give a fuck in any weather
When I see you, you better have a G or better
Look into my eyes, and say you understand me
Cause now I'm your family (say beotch)
Your father wants to know, when you comin
But you never liked home so you keep on runnin
Now I got you, you're mine for life
Bitch get your mind right, don't let the limelight
steal your soul, and make you old
Make the happy lil' girl turn bitter and cold
Now your brain is frozen, your body is numb
You're stuck in the hoe-zone, you gotta get home
You can go to Oz and won't learn shit
Click your heels three times and go turn a trick
Beotch! You better get that cash
If you don't got it when I see you I'ma whip that ass
And all of you squares, that hear my flows
Most of y'all bitches wouldn't make good hoes
Never talk down on a pimp and his whore
Unless you know the whole story, broke bitch! (say beotch)
Say beotch!
Yeah that's right, hoe up if you wanna blow up
Say say say say hoe
And all you cute broke-ass bitches stop hatin on these real hoes
Say, say beotch
You up there suckin and fuckin all night for free
Say say say say hoe
When you coulda got in and out there wit'cha money real fast baby
Say beotch!
Yeah, you need management
You need a nigga like me
To tell you exactly what you need to be doin out there
Get your full potential out your pussy baby
Pimp the ho
Pimp that ho
It's like Too $hort raps been around a while
I rocked to the beat and got my own style
I'm from the O city, and I said it before
I was born to mack, call me Playboy $hort
You wanna get freaky? Look at the time
We could do the nasty, but it's almost nine
My show starts at ten, I gots to go
Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho
Check it out everybody, if you got two ears
Turn your radio up, Short Gog is here
If the bass ain't kickin, pick up the phone
Dial 911, tell em: turn it on
Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red dress
She had a soft booty, and a real big chest
She said, "I love you", said it again
At the motel freaked her and her friends
Like a Too $hort rap, and everybody knows
Like the Mack said, homie, pimp the hoes
Ain't no need in playin games, none at all
Fakin like a giant when you're just too small
No need to rush, take your time
To adjust to the changes in my rhyme
To you rappers - tonight's your night
You all jump straight up on your mic
Screamin "I'm the best", but let me see
I make a lotta money, could that be me?
He said, "Hell no, I'm the king of the rap"
Looked me in my eyes, said, "Deal with that"
I said, "Hold on, buddy, don't talk that junk
You drank two 40s, now you must be drunk"
He said, "Let's battle", I said "Go"
Like the Mack said, homie, I pimped the ho
All hail the king, go straight to hell
If your girlfriend's freakin on a freaky tale
Better play your rap and take mine off
Before the bitch gets wet and you're still soft
No need to rush, take your time
To adjust to the changes in my rhyme
I was on the turf, cold chillin out
When a sucker MC got hit in the mouth
Tryin to find out if he can hang with me
The boy got hooked on the Dope Fiend Beat
I said, "Bitch, what are you smokin?"
It ain't funny, cool, I ain't jokin
You never shoulda said I was fakin the place
You wouldn'ta got socked straight in your face
I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
Now the sucker MC's just leave me alone
They might suck on yours, but they can't get mine
Like the Mack said, homie, pimp all the time
I'm not talkin bout hookers in mini-skirts
When you pimp like me, put your mind to work
It's like 24 hoes, better known as tracks
When I grab that mic I spit these raps
I start workin the hoes, and it just don't stop
It's goin on till the panties drop
I'm Sir Too $hort, like I said
Bitch can't lick, don't give me head
Had a fresh young tender, won't say her name
It's the same old story, ran the same old game
She can blow more head than a well blows water
The girl won't stop when she get started
Like the freak you married, I had to get with her
Ain't no doubt, Short Dog would get her
I'm a cold player, I can't lie
They call me Playboy $hort, and I told you why
I'm a mack, so get back
I put my tape in the deck in my Cadillac
And as my ride goes on definitely
I speak each word loud as can be
I'm the T-double o, and like I said
If your girlfriend's freakin, I accept all head
Scream out the combination, and I open the lock
Plug in the mic jack, and then rock that cock
Back to back like the Oakland Raiders
In and out like your crossfaders
Makin people dance all over the floor
Lovin that rapper named Sir Too $hort
You got my bank, little girl, no time to act silly
I'm dynamite, baby, and my name ain't Willy
Cold as hell, hard to stop
I spit these raps and rock yo block
Hit the city talkin bout, it's goin on
And the next thing you know, the whole nation's gone
It's Too $hort on the mic
And I'm spittin mo' raps than any rapper you like
So all you suckers-worth rappers, you hate my beat
All I gotta say is, don't fuck with me
My game is tight, my bank is made
You can hate big $hort, but I still get paid
You say, "I can't", I say you can
Show respect, little boy, when you deal with a man
I saw you laughin when you came in the place
Punk, I start laughin when I spit in your face
See I know how I feel, I should be shut at dawn
But I'm a true MC, I keep rockin on
I won't say I'm best, won't declare I'm bad
I'm just a rappin muthafucka with a hard-ass rap
Too $hort cold comin up
Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your butt
Be a man if you can, cause it might get worse
You be walkin round town with a wig and a purse
No tellin what's next, I don't know
Like the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho
(I'll be good to you
You'll be good to me
Anything you want
Or anything you need
I got my eye on you
And I'm into you
I'll give you all my dough
You just pimp that ho)
I'm never draggin when I'm rhymin, cause I make a lotta money
I jump in my car, drop it if it's sunny
Doggin the freaks, and all that shit
Long haired hoes with real big tits
I'm a eastside player oh yes, I am
Grab the microphone and start makin grands
I take a freak to her room, not a hotel trick
I cold chill out at the Motel Six
I'm ridin in the car, and I can't be found
I'm the hardest muthafucka rappin from this town
My name is Sir Too $hort, and if you say 'so what?'
I look you in your eye, and wouldn't give a fuck
I live a California lifestyle, ain't no trip
8 years on the mike, and ain't faked it yet
So when you see me on stage, I won't blow you a kiss
I put my finger in the air and tell you just like this
Say bitch
Too $hort, MC
Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top
Keep doing what you're doing and you're sure to get dropped
Like a trick, nothing's even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and Fred Benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming "Bitch!"
You fronting MC, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can't rap
I said it before, I'll say it again
You don't belive me, ask your fans
When I walked into Cali, the place was packed
Sir Too $hort "Don't stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen to mine
I'm not starting a fight, just telling it right
The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic
His name is Too $hort, now shut your mouth
In '81 I was rocking the house
I'm a hustler, baby, coming up
I hustle every day and I don't sell drugs
I don't run no gangs, don't shoot no dice
Gave the same damn speech to the Oakland vice
But if you keep pushing, just like you
When they see me on the strip, coming through
I break it down so vicious it'll break your back
With the beat so loud playing Too $hort raps
That's it, I'm set
No need to talk that bullshit
I need a, Oaktown, big time sound
Just enough beat to get on down
So, you other rappers listen to mine
You wouldn't catch Short Dog rapping nursery rhymes
Call my rap trash, jam the junk
Put a sticker on the cover: "X-Rated Funk"
It's just me, you say I won't go far
But I won't stop rapping cause I rap so hard
>From here to New York, back to California
I bumped your girlfriend, don't say I didn't warn ya
All this time you said she's your ho
You really shouldn't give baby all that dough
She gave it all to me cause I fuck so good
I practice on the girls in my neighborhood
Cause when I'm freaky I rap, I spit a rap to a freak
I rarely ever think about a sucker MC
I go platinum, it's just like slapping 'em, bitch
Short Dog in the house, starting some shit
MC's rock and MC's roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I'd be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was the king of the Oaktown, spitting my game
10 years later, ain't nothing changed
Still the Boss of the Bay, and I know what they say
They call me "Godfather" and they call you "Gay"
Bitch! It's 1990
Your girlfriend's out there trying to find me
She heard about me, I fucked her best friend
I guess she wants to see if I can do it again
You want to be like me, so damn bad
The impossible dream all you MC's had
If you could rap like me, you wouldn't have the dream
Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken wing
If could rap like me, they say you're so great
But when they talk about you, they say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep on saying "Fuck Too $hort"
But I'm a better MC than you
And ain't a damn thing you can do, but bitch
On the TV screen, in the magazines
When they interview you, you just make up things
You're on an ego trip and you're fronting like you're down
You're not the first real rapper from the Oakland town
You're just a new jack, and you can't even rap
You wanna trip? Trip on that
I'm like MC Lyte, checking hoes tonight
If you're not a real rapper, get off the mic
Cause with a fake MC, a song's never complete
You'd better learn to rap like me
"Thought you want to be like Too $hort" (Scratched 2x)
Whenever I rap, you call it noise
I'm tearing up shit up like the Acorn Boys
On 10th street, I got a big freak
Until you learn to speak, realize you're weak
Cause it's the Oaktown, and they all get down
To the rhythm of the Too $hort funky sound
It goes boom, baseline's on ya
Dangerous Crew from Oakland, California
Bitch don't front cause Short Dog is hard
If you answer my rap, I tear your ass apart
Just liket this, it lasts forever
You make a song and I make one better
You say I cuss, I say you're fake
Your eyes pop open like paper plates
You fronting MC, I hate to cap
I make hit records with the vicious raps
I said it before, I'll say it again
The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans
Like silicon titties, can you feel 'em?
How can a fake rapper fuck with a real one?
Shit, I'm that rapping man
I like you like the Klu Klux Klan
Motherfucker want to front on me?
My posse got a real MC, Too $hort
And it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stop
Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking, bitch
"Thought you want to be like Too $hort" (Scratched 4x)
Now back to the subject, my boy MC
Whatever you say, you can't rap like me
Rappers like me make real hits
Rappers like you talk bullshit
I told my boys there's a new Funky Drummer in town
You're trying to be like James Brown
If I couldn't be me, who would I be?
I damn sure wouldn't be a sucker MC
Cause I'm not like you, my game is true
I pimped these hoes and I pimped you, too
Cause I'm boss, and boss makes the rules
You disobey and you be a fool (Now listen)
One, remember how it all began
Don't guess, the answer is "Oakland"
Two, you'd better learn to rap like me
Or you like to be a fake MC
Three, never talk down on a player
I wouldn't care if you was Fred Astaire
Last but not least, number four:
Don't ever fuck with Too $hort, bitch
Ice-T Intro:
Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the house bitch).
WIth the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah.
(Peep game fool).
Ant Banks at the crackhouse
ha ha ha better recognize game when it's in your face bitch).
Ice-T:
It's obvious mad cash got me gassed
Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
"Never lose" my motto since birth
Double up knots and crack spots
Snitches lead out by silence gun shots
Map the area I wanted to cut the fuckin' cops a deal
if they don't kneel, They get peeled
Bitches recognize I never have no drama with death
Bustas always try I leavin' 'em gagging spittin' up flem
Take a pen make a mil and if this shit don't sell
I still got the street powder back to flippin' flower
South Central nigga what?
The representer, damn your girl seen me comin' and ran
Young enough to be my daughter
My posse use to flip her like a quarter
To state to my man for man slaughter
Caught her in the stairway took her out the fairway
Trunked the punk bitch (That's fair play)
Hook:
You've got the gangstas that I have tangled baby
Bitch recognize game when it's in your face
"Well alright ch'all" "ha ha ha"
Too Short:
You think the town rid of Short?
You must be crazy, that silly shit you talkin' just don't faze me
I could make a phone call and just like that
A bunch of niggas from Oakland all on your back
I've never been a shot caller just a nigga in a crew
They call me Too Short but I'm still bigger than you bitch
I been around you can take a turn but don't get burned
I've seen the tables turn
Marks turn into killers rich niggas go broke
Use to be a wanna but now I'm old school Short
In the game never had the stacks since age 14
I been spittin' these raps soakin' up the game up
And even when I came up I fucked with same folks
Still did the same stuff
Bitch Short Dawgs in the house
I know you want my dick cause it's all in your mouth
Hook
Spice 1:
Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air (uh ha)
Heads or tails win or lose broke niggas are players (x2)
Say what up to the S.P. crooked I.C.E.
Ra rolling with the strap on the side of me
Potna don't get it twisted up I got hollow tips extended clips
Major chips lookin' at Eclipse jacussi dips
Niggas step back I don't know you
Don't get to close to me
Some niggas ain't really the motherfucker they suppose to be
Cloud killers don't aim until you shoot in the air
Better put it down and brake some hoes off like a true player
Phoney as three dollar bills niggas ain't recognizin'
Fell in the relapse besides I'm a trauma a nigga
Look in the eyes and when you see me I be hardcore
What the fuck a real nigga gotta lie to kick it for?
I'm tired of these bubblegum ass niggas
throwin' monkey wrenches into the game
And all the players and pimps feel my pain
Hustlers maintainin' riches and keepin' presidentals
Not artfical with fishin' niggas know I'm packin' missles
Get me two Bentleys some houses Johnson jet skis
Ballin' till I die nigga don't fuck with S.P.I.
quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin
quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin
god damn it motherfucker,
god damn it motherfucker....
[Lil' Jon]
Yea, yea, e-YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what?
wha', what, what?
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh)
Short Dawg! (YeahHHH) Once again at yo' ass (YEAHHHH!)
Bitch!! (Yeah!) This go out to all the pussy niggaz (listen here)
that see us when we walk in the club (whassup)
and just be mean muggin!
[Chorus: Lil' Jon - repeat 2X]
Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin!
Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin!
God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH
God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH
[Twista]
High cause I'm tokin the choke and smokin on Purple Haze and I'm coughin
Got some new Nike's on my feet, even my Caddy wear Jordans
Now bitches be on my dick when I pull up in a platinum blue 'llac
They come and spread they ass crack, let me hit it from the back
On the flo', they bend over, shake them titties and twurk them hips
With them lil' ol' thongs on, I can almost see they coochie lips
And she backin that thing up on me, so I do the damn thing and pop her
With a lil' curl that ha-hangin proper, drunk off champagne and vodka
Just cause it's us in the club they krunk, it's $hort and Twista
And I know the ladies know we love to cut, I can tell it when they whisper
They say -
[Twista - really fast]
See the ballin niggaz in the party
They came in new Escalades
And I got a single, wanna get up in the lobby
I'm with that, come freak all in my body, it's on
[Twista]
We about to break your back and your hip
Smoke a sack and just sip
Sit back and eat some immaculate shrimp
Stackin chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon' bounce
But on the streets, my dro' goin for, six hundred a ounce
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
Show me love when you see me, don't hate
If you take my woman from me, what you gon' say?
Charge it to the game, if I lose, I lose
You never know when a hoe is wearin choosy shoes
You must be a magician cause you're nothin but a trick
Tryin to give her all your money, but whatchu gon' get?
I get 'em all, suited at the player's ball
Up against the wall, just got another number to call
Y'all see me I'm a real player, I do this nightly
You wanna fight me, cause you can't be like me
All you hatin ass suckers in the place
You better stop starin in my motherfuckin face
Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind
You mad like you guilty, goin to do some time
Pay yo' pussy bill nigga if you want a date
But you just talkin shit I figure you just wanna hate
You hater!
[Chorus]
[V. White]
Now you can catch me I-80 in the diamond lane gettin head
In the rearview, make a wrong move and I gotsta have your head
I put 23's in the game on the Avalanche and give you the blues
And blow white smoke up out the sunroof while we keep it on cruise
I ride with a hog in the back and the vogue in the back and you hatin on that
It's just V. White, T. $hort, Twista boy we blazin on track
It's just that Eastside psycho-chronological mind-stopper
Keep a burner at yo' waist while we serve these haters proper
You better get up, get out, get somethin; nigga, and stop frontin
If I had no car and stayed with my momma then I'd be hatin on somethin
Nah but nope, not me, I give 'em out, above the knee
You could catch one in the torso, b-2-1-2, fuckin with me
Now you can hate me all you want to cause I ain't hard to find
I got hitters on payroll and parolees dyin to shine
That'll leave a hole in your dome like Rogaine, old school like road games
You can't stop me from shinin, I'm highly flammable like propane
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
Yeah we got some real players in this motherfucker
Too $hort, Twista, V. White, Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Delinquents
Yeah we see you haters up in this motherfucker
Tryin to kick it like us real players
But you know what we gon' do?
We gon' sift you motherfuckin haters out
And we gon' beat yo' motherfuckin ass
Yeah that's right, whup that hater's ass
Beat his ass!
Like he stole somethin..
[Lil' Jon] Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin!
[$hort] Now slow it down for the retarded people
Write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-ass hoes...
Fake punk-ass bitches...
Do you know what i mean Vern?
Fuckin'em up like this, Vern...
$hort Dog's in the house, bitch!
She's a punk-ass bitch, hoe, tramp and a slut
Took her to the hotel just to fuck
Last night she licked all on my balls
Pussy got wet like Niagara-falls
Dropped my drawls and bitch said: "Shit!"
Skinny mothafucka with a fat-ass dick
It's like a T-P-treatment, tongue so fast
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so I called to the crew
You bitches know what to do
Hoes try to front like they ain't no tramps
Try to get that pussy and she say you can't
Me and my partners we got that game
Check a square-ass bitch and make her throw that thang
You wine and dine that nasty freak
Dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek
You never even know how she ran in the home
Jumped on the phone and started to burnin' me out
She kept beepin' so I made the call
Bitch on the phone jackin' off
Sounded like she was havin' fun
Playin' with her pearl tongue
I said: "Bitch, I'm on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went to work
I must to bust two nuts back to back
Never seen a bitch work head like that
She had me jumpin' out of my seat
Workin' her jaws to the beat
She was a good dicksucker, I can't lie
Sucked so good I thought I’d die
Bitch blew me up and blew me down
All the way back to the Oakland-town
Baby started to singin': "I love you!"
Tellin' me things she wanted to do
If I needed some money come to her
Everythin' I want is everythin' I'm worth
And you know what I said? I told the bitch
I said: "Bitch, I'm rich!"
Fuck these hoes, man...
I ain't trippin'...I'm like Al...
Long-hair suckers...
I know you're fine, bitch
But you got no cash you need to get a job
But your lazy-ass try to juice me up
I ain't no punk
I put you in the rap with some serious funk
I wouldn't buy you a car, no diamonds and shit
All the time talkin' about your fake-ass gifts
George bought you a ring, John bought you a chain
Bitch, I'm buyin' you an ounce of this game
You better take it and shut the fuck up
Stop runnin' your mouth like a sucka
Cause you's a punk bitch It shows a mile away
Everythin' you do and everythin' you say
Makes you a punk bitch, no good, no doubt
All I gotta do is stick a dick in your mouth
Wanna give up the pussy, bitch, I'll pass
You're too slim, I like your mama's ass
Pops came home, came up short
found me in the backroom, fuckin'em both
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep out one room into the next
Nothin' goin' on but some serious sex
Some of these hoes might think I'm played
Bald-head bitch need some dookie braids
Cause that nappy-hair don't even hit
What's cookin' in the kitchen on the back of your neck
Like you burned the rise and wanna front on me
You could never fuck with $hort, baby
I'm from the O-A-K-L-A-N-D
I slap you in the face with reality
These punk-ass hoes out here is sick
Have ya walkin round with a drippy dick
So beautiful fine young thang
To get that cock was just like a dream
But now three days later ask Kool Moe
You feel the burnin' sensation down below
You're a true blue victim of a punk-ass bitch
Thought she was a square and she gave you the shit
So for all you hoes that live like this
Intro: Kokane (Too $hort)
Too Sheezy, (whats up main?)
Playa (for life baby)
You got to go out there
and handle your buisiness (get my money)
Handle yours, playas play on (bitch)
Nigga thats pimp shit (bitches gonna pay me)
What you say? (Oh these hoes gon' pay me)
Nothin but the hog in me (nothin but the dog in me baby)
Nigga thats pimp shit (born to mack)
Nothin but the hog in me (thats what I said)
Verse 1: Too $hort
I was born to mack and at a young age
I knew I'd be a real pimp someday
So I practiced my walk, I studied the game
I never been a sucker but I was still lame
Some things never change but my game elevated
When it comes to pimpin hoes I been truly educated
Cause Im so slick, I make hoes turn tricks
Players University, class of '86
And I'm hard on a bitch, go ask my first ho
I was 17 then and now I'm 34
I'ma still be a pimp till the day I die
On every street corner, and every high rise
I got the best women that money can buy
When I talk about the game, I never lie
Ask me why that lil girl made her momma cry
You wanna know I'll tell you why, nigga
Hook: Kokane (Too $hort)
Nigga thats pimp shit (get that money main)
Nothin but the hog in me (nothin but the dog in me baby)
Nigga thats pimp shit (thats right)
Nothin but the hog in me
(get that money bitch, get that money bitch)
Verse 2: Too $hort
She got lost and turned out at a young age
I knew she'd be a real ho someday
When she was 10, she was freaky back then
She would let the lil boys rub on her pants
She liked sittin on a grown mans lap
When she was 14, she let em fuck her from the back
For some scratch, she let em hit
Pull up her skirt, and lick on her clit
Lil fine ass bitch, with some big ol' tits
Made her first pimp rich with that good shit
But at the age of 26 she's an old ho
She don't really look that good no mo'
But she could make a trick cum in a minute
Anything you want you can get it
Anything you pay for, she'll earn
Give her some money, she'll take your sperm, nigga
Hook: Kokane (Too $hort)
Nigga thats pimp shit (get your money girl, get that money girl)
Nothin but the hog in me (nothin but the dog in me bitch)
Niggas thats pimp shit (pimp shit, yea, fa sho)
Nothin but the hog in me
(Oh you know pimpin is the oldest profession)
Verse 3: Too $hort
He used to give the girls his lunch money when he was young
For a kiss on the cheek, he thought it was fun
I knew he'd be a real trick one day
Lettin girls ride his bike, let 'em win when they play
He was soft, and females made him week
When you got no game, the only way to make a freak
Is to pay em, and thats what he grew up and did
He won't lie, ask him what he do for a bitch
Spend cash, just to get some ass
He tried to marry a ho, but the shit didn't last
He broke the golden rule, I hope he never tried
His own wife, own house, and he still had to die
Thats fucked up, but thats the life of a trick
Be a sucker for a bitch and she'll suck your dick
I know he loves her, I don't doubt him
She pulled out his money, said "I love things about him"
Hook: Kokane (Too $hort)
Nigga thats pimp shit (pimp shit)
Nothin but the hog in me (nothin but the dog in me baby)
Nigga thats pimp shit (get that money girl, get ya money bitch)
It's nothin but the hog in me
Nigga thats pimp shit
[Erick Sermon]
Where my money at ho..
Where my money at yo..
Get my money 'fore I whip..
Forget your big fat ass
We going off baby
We don't mess around cuz I'm nautious baby
You know I loaded it with the gun, pop pop..
Aiyyo, LET'S GO!!!
Here we go y'all
New shit new shit, out the door y'all
Shorty Pimp, E-Dub once again
So buy you some of this ghetto slum
Underground music from A-T-L
X rearranged it, Shorty B played it
Me and Shorty laid it, my niggaz OKed it
Carnefious Crawfish, next to slay it
Damn right! We do it all day bitch
Ride around in Benz's, twenty inch rimzes
What Short told y'all, New York to California
We put them high beams on ya - parkin lot pimpin
With the boom-boom twelve inches kickin, we stay hittin
Huh? The most consecutive
Fifteen albums, we're the executives
Who talkin money?
[Hook - E. Sermon]
Let's do it baby
Me and Short dog on the mic baby
It's going down all night baby
Shootin all haters on sight baby
THAT'S RIGHT!!
Make room, E and Short be on fire!
Everything we do is fire!
This song is on fire! YO!
[Too $hort]
Bitch! That's my favorite word
I cashed a million dollar check on Thursday the third
Now it's flowin like water out the kitchen sink
I make more money everytime you blink
Got you scratchin ya head, made you stop and think
He couldn't made all that he must have robbed a Brinks
We been around so long, makin funky songs
Now you gettin mad, say this cain't be goin on
How come E and Short get to stay in the game?
Don't ever talk down on a player's name
So when you see us on top of every chart
You know we been number one since the very start
We feed families; when we rhyme, celebrate like champions
You see mine - I never worry
I don't want the stress, you know my story
I learned how to ball from the best
[Hook - E. Sermon]
Let's do it baby
Me and Short dog on the mic baby
It's going down all night baby
Shootin all haters on sight baby
THAT'S RIGHT!!
Make room, Eastcoast be on fire!
Westcoast be on fire!
Down south be on fire! YO!
(Detroit, Chi-town!)
[Erick Sermon]
Don't stop the song now I'm not over
I must leave the scene wrecked, before closure
Highest doja, L.A. weed
Monopolize the south like L.A. Reed (BITCH!)
Sick individual, this here be the southwest coast
Eastcoast material
Erick Sermon, that's what I said man
Fuck with Short and I and be a dead man
[Too $hort]
This is fire, pass it to me
It's so hot, E lemme hit that weed
Uptown, hydro is in my genes
It's like green, I just my be a fiend
Cuz I been tryin to O.D. lately
And your never gonna rehabilitate me
On a mission since the eigth grade
Keep gettin high, and stay paid
[Hook - E. Sermon]
Let's do it baby
Me and Short dog on the mic baby
It's going down all night baby
Shootin all haters on sight baby
THAT'S RIGHT!!
Make room, tonight is on fire!
The roof is on fire!
[Too $hort]
Old school.. I'm from the old school
Old school.. I'm from the old school
I came in the door as the story goes
Looked around the room all I seen was hoes
It's like a pussy supermarket; let's go shoppin
Packed like sardines, clubs straight poppin
Fuck the V.I.P. section
I'm bout to hit the pharmacy, and get my head connected
Get me some protection
Walk around and see who I wanna have sex with
The usual - a nice high-yellow cutie
or maybe tonight, I might find a black beauty
with a big ol' booty, no doubt
We'll have a few drinks and then roll out
I can't do the "Jungle Fever"
cause it's too many black hoes here that might see ya
If I peep a white broad with some ass and lips
fine as hell - I'ma have to ask the bitch some'in
cause I might end up fuckin
I don't care what you say, I don't owe you hoes nothin
I fuck tall bitches, even fuck small bitches
Too bad I can't fuck all you bitches
It don't take players like me too long
to get bitches like you to let me take you home
I got the game from Oakland, California
I'm Short Dawg, I hope your momma warned ya
bout the old school.. do the old school
I'm from the old school.. do the old school
I'm always hustlin, always workin hard
If you tryin to get the money I'ma do my part
On the weekends, we like to celebrate
Cash checks ride away can't wait
Fuck crime - I'm bustin Too $hort rhymes
Unless it's bout millions I ain't tryin to do time
It's like everyday is Saturday
So many bitches let me have my way
You can analyze it, all you want
But I was knockin bad hoes with no teeth in the front
When I had no money and drove my momma's car
I had bad-ass bitches look like superstars
It's the game, old as it may be
it makes fine-ass hoes call me baby
I look down and think, this that fuckin shit
Seein this beautiful bitch, she just suckin my dick
Too many times in a player's wife
We always have to hear what you squares feel like
Fuck that; do what you gotta do
I see you creepin through the hood buyin prostitutes
I know I'm fuckin hoes, and gettin high
You wanna criticize me but you livin a lie
with yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for hoes
You ain't shit motherfucker and Short Dawg knows
I'm from the old school.. do the old school
Do the old school.. I'm from the old school
Don't cross the game they'll take yo' life
Respect the game and you can play all night
If you snitchin, don't get caught slippin
If you blood'n or crip'n, other niggaz set-trippin
watch yo' back, it don't take a brainiac
We got a lot of homocidal maniacs in the streets
Sometimes life is terrible
Y'all say goodbye, niggaz say be careful
Back in the day they woulda killed yo' ass
for a reason, they might even keep you breathin
Fuck your whole world up, you can't get down
Broke livin on the streets and you can't skip town
But ain't no slow deaths in the triple-oh
If you fuckin up then you get to go
Somebody gon' hold you down
so you can't get up off that cold ground
Lights flashin, and you keep passin out
You know you fucked up with your bad-ass mouth
Once upon a time they woulda knocked you out
Maybe back in ninety-nine, but not in 2000
Anybody wanna do it like the old school?
Hella niggaz at the park with no shootin
Sunday afternoon, at the park
Niggaz leanin hella hard goin by in the car
Do the old school.. do the old school
I'm from the old school.. do the old school
Old school.. do the old school
I'm from the old school..
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
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
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 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
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
[ VERSE 4 ]
Nobody does it better
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
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
[ VERSE 1 ]
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope
I gotta be a pimp or sellin dope
Cause in this town, it's goin on
And brothers doin that can't live too long
So what's my option, do it or not
Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught
Cause if I do, I'm goin to jail
On a one-way ticket to a prison cell
So why commit the crime? Don't ask me
Went to school everyday, and I still can't read
I count money like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the task force jack me
The story's been told one million times
About a boy growin up to a life of crime
I heard it before, you heard it too
But now, homeboy, it's just me and you
You see, people try to call us filthy trash
Even though we live better and make mo' cash
Than they do, I'm not a no-good thug
Standin on the corner sellin drugs
And just remember, this ain't multiple choice
Without a college degree you only got your voice
You gotta talk for yours, or get nothin at all
This ain't the NBA, I ain't havin a ball
Every day is a trip, but I ain't trippin
Watch my back and don't start slippin
Money won't talk, but it looks right back
Everytime I dip into my stack
I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and mobile phones
Things I couldn't get with a high school diploma
It's alright, cause I just help myself
You should know, cause I can't do nothin else
And you better watch out for the day
When you lock me up and throw that key away
Cause I'll be back on parole
Ain't changed nothing, cause I'm ready to roll
I go to school now, but just to front
Still servin dopefiends what they want
Count 5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on makin money
I hope you don't think my story's amazin
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him
So many blackmen die for drugs
I think back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started runnin thangs
And drive-by shootings was a normal thang
Before brothers bought Benzes, used to drive Mustangs
12 years later, and I'm still in the game
All my life all I wanted was a few hoes
If I was pimpin or slingin at the liquor sto'
Ain't nothin but street life, fuck that school
All the squares up there ain't even cool
Plus my partners at the house sell coke all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin fat-ass bank
Junior high wasn't shit but a place to fight
Muthafuckas wasn't learnin how to read and write
I'm just walkin down the street all alone
High as hell, my mind is gone
I'm thinkin bout some brand-new shit and I'm broke
I know I be a fiend if I smoke that coke
But if I go back to school and get educated
Be a old-ass man before I graduated
So what should I do, I can't even cope
I guess I'll get a sack and start slingin dope
I went to my homie, said, "Give me the sack"
He disappeared quick, and he came right back
He said, "You owe me a g, I give you a week
You fuck up my money, don't cop no plead
Cause in the Oak ain't no love, $hort"
I knew right then I couldn't sell that coke
When I was young, it was hard to tell
If I grow up and be rich as hell
See, I was cool I knew all the shit
Big bank on my finger tips
But I never had a big bank, not back then
I kicked back and watched all my friends
Make big money, right in my face
And if you ever crossed them, they be on your case
You go under, six feet underground
You gets no love from the Oaktown
[ VERSE 2 ]
I drive my top everyday like a movie star
Drive around all night in old towed up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no tellin what you find in my trunk
Gotta live like this, cause I ain't no punk
So break down the dank and roll up that shit
Light the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hit
My fingers all sticky from the residue
Don't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you
Cause life is only give and take
In the town where the strong control the fake
The wild wild west, that's the place
Suckers take a bite, and don't even taste
The California lifestyle that I live
Mack these hoes every chance I get
Like a drop SL, three times black
I'm a pimp, a player and I been known to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I broke your heart
She gave it all to me, and I tore it apart
Talked about love right to the end
But I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it again
So young and tender, also fine
Tryin to get Short Dog all the time
I take what I want, you can keep the rest
You gets no love from East Oakland, bitch
That's the place I call home
Where the Oakland City players roam
Game don't stop, listen to me
Everybody fuckin with the O.P.D.
Slingin cocaine, knockin it off
Killed some nigga, and he never got caught
High-speed chases everyday
Can't make no money no other way
A bitch yelled "raid!", that ain't true
Cause you laid down, and she fucked you
Two days ago I didn't know she existed
But now baby is just one of my bitches
I don't care what you say
Cause I catch bitches and straight get pay
You don't care what I'm sayin
Punk-ass square ain't got no game
Hoes love me, cause I'm a player
They think maybe I just might fuck em later
I keep mackin though, I don't work for free
To be a true hoe you gotta pay me
I spend endless days and endless nights
Plottin this shit to keep my money right
I build stages in my mind, and it's all an act
All I'm tryin to do is keep my pockets fat
With this pimp game, and these funky beats
Now here's a little story from the Oakland streets
You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was Jack
Always had the bitches on their backs
Jack told Tania, "I love you so"
But Jack's a mack, he's got several hoes
One day she beeped him to say what's up
He didn't call back, cause she was only out to fuck
She beeped Mike, cause she got mad
She knew about the bitches her boyfriend had
Mike called back, and he was on his way
He just got the pussy yesterday
You see, Mike ain't trippin on his girlfriend
Fine little bitch, I think her name is Lynn
Mike paid the bills always in cash
And if she ever got raw, he just beat that ass
It goes on y'all, so don't even trip
You gets no love from East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though it's not legal
A young black man livin like rich people
I got this game from a hard-ass place
It's on the map, right there in your face
I see my people, all filled with joy
Next day they're killin homeboys
Can't say shit if you sho' can't shoot
Cause muthafuckas will smoke them boots
You gets no love from Oakland, bitch
(Rappin' 4-Tay)
You see you never talk down on a player
I spray a to break to your knees
You best to say a prayer
Cause funk been a part of my life ever since the starting gate
Remember me and my nigga $hort Dog way back in '88
Broke them bitches down with some sexual healing
And man the town ain't been the same and dont fight the feeling
But now you new boy
Started off in this game on a accident
Copied another nigga's style
Punk don't let this rap shit get you broke off
Cause see it's potent like that ain't right
Find a maiden name for yourself but don't believe the hype
Fool who you think I was the dope of your producer
If it wasn't for them dogs and them hogs you wouldn't have a future
Now let me add that I could never be scarier
Rappin' fo' wanna raise off in that Bay Area
Stickin' to dat ass like a hot bowl of grits
Hits on top of hits who you think started this shit
Chorus:
Never talk down on a playa
Unless you ready to be straight layed where there's a hater
Save a bitch in a minute for a nut
Its the funk when this dog got you fiendin' on this funk, Nigga (X2)
(Short Dog)
It's going down right now
California mackin at its best
Somethin' for my niggas on the grind from the west
Cali is my home but its just like yours
Niggas love to get money while dey fuck dey whores
Hit all the parties and do the same old shit
Bitches gettin' broke cuz the game don't quit
I had a flash back it was the Oakland Raiders at the Colliseum we ain't
nuttin' but playas
Diamonds glistenin' hoes whistlin'
Bitches know my name cuz its a natural thing
I had to bend da corna
Really didnt bone her
Punk yooz a gona
Heard you was on a
Stick up mission triple beam in da kitchen
Never shot nobody but I'm damn sho' itchin' to blast you
Cuz in your dream you shot me then you woke up and found out you can't stop me
Chorus (X2)
Rappin 4':
If buckin' 'em up fuckin' da mic be a crime
Best believe da police got a APB out on mine
Because I gots mo' disguises than that fool inspecta gadget
I'm not a witch but crystal ball let me have it, Ahh
I seen playa hatin' way back from da gate
Now everybody wanna be a P-L-A-Y-A
While life to you self play da role wasn't a simp
Knowin' damn well your girl brought Shorty da pimp
Becuz they smile in ya face
And all da while dem motha fuckas wanna take ya place
Short Dog:
That's right funky from da old school
Been doin' shows been comin' tight in studios
Songs on da radio interviews and laughs
Up at da mall signin' autographs
And ain't nuttin' gonna change in '96
Cuz this pimp gotta mack all the finest bitches
And get paid from da game so they never talk down on a playas name
Chorus (X2)
(Rappin 4')
Beeitch
MC Breed:
4-Tay, Short Dog, and Breed like dis check me out
Memba dat runnin' back
Sayin' breedas hatin' you
Takin' you to anotha level nigga makin' you
We got plenty of hoes in da back screamin' okay
Who you fuckin' round wit, 4-Tay
Ice like T out to get payed
Short Dog bringin' hoes to da pimpery
I faded off this ?????
Niggas wanna play me but plenty of bitches pay me
Over all I balls more and none test
I keep a gun and I put two off in a nigga's chest
And see coincide within the same heartbeat
That's right I give a motha fucka five feet
Furtha imformation, I get inta meditation
I outta have yo ass shakin'
I conclude my calculation is
I touch down in Atlanta with the dangerous crew
Grab the microphone, spit this game at you
It never ends, I just keep goin'
Pimps keep pimpin', Hoez keep ho-in'
And niggaz like me, never stop hustlin'
Put yo' mind to it, makin' money ain't nothin'
I flip the script, came with this nation-wide shit
All I get is love, so thats all you gonna get
Out here, niggaz come from everywhere
Trynna relocate, trynna become playaz
Tryin' to survive the game you know it ain't easy
That's why they roll with the homeboy sheezy
I got about a quarter-million hardcore troops
We got niggaz in yo' town too
So if it ain't you I hope you gots no problem
'Cause we might have ta solve 'em
From city to city, we got your back
Ain't nothin but pimps and G'z, we ride like that
Keepin' the top drop, maintainin' that bump in yo' trunk
Affiliated with us so you know it's gon' bump
We nation riders, we lead the resident
Verbal assasinators, and dog is the president
First round draft picks from all over the world
Get ready to lock and load, and let the drama unfold
Niggaz always tryin' ta slip me demos
Backstage chillin, gettin' in the limo
But i dun' click up with these nation wide niggaz
You ain't already bumpin' and you can't ride wid us
Natural born killaz, boys in the hood can ya fil' us?
We make the noise sound good, This ain't a game
We ain't trippin' dummy, we nation wide man, we just gettin' money
Basin' A-T-L, we got tapes for sale
And if you real G'z, we got CD's
House hip hop, booty shake, west coast
We the kinda niggaz make ya loose your best hoe
Where she at? They got her on the tour bus, way in the back
Fuck ya to a (???), We nation riders, stand beside us
We big niggaz and you don't wanna fight us
We nation riders, to the galaxy and beyond
We makin music fo' yo' ass, from dusk to dawn
Call up me the for realist so umm if you were real niggaz
Then we gon' beelwitchyas, smoke out and make a meal whitchyas
We nation riders, we lead the resident
Verbal assasinators, and dog is the president
First round draft picks from all over the world
Get ready to lock and load, and let the drama unfold
Record all your raps and beats at the studio
Cause if you ain't really got a cool flow
Try ta get on stage and can't do a show
I'mma be laughin at ya talkin' bout 'there you go'
But if ya rap tight you still might not be right
If we get into some shit and you scared to fight
Some sucker talkin' bout what you wanna do?
From the head, from the hips, ain't no punks in my crew
We used to free-style, at M-C Breeze' house
Same niggaz on the mic that make ya bleed now
What? Motherfucker can you hear this shit?
He only got one fear, don't be near his bitch
He never be rich, you ain't ready for the show biz
You need to marry that girl and have four kids
Theres no way you can hang with us
Cause niggaz like us are too dangerous
We nation riders, we've been blessed with this game
We practice what we preach when it comes to breakin' hoez, man
We do whatever we want to, you talk about what you wish
You ain't a fuckin' (???), You be hated for that bitch
We nation riders, we lead the resident
Verbal assasinators, and dog is the president
First round draft picks from all over the world
Verse One:
In the ghetto
You think life is hard
Food stamps and to' up cars
Wall to wall dirty on carpet
Sit in a buckethopin you can start it
And ride around to the liquor store
Can't get a job get drunk some more
You betta stop trippin on dem stereotypes
Cause in the ghetto there's a good life
We ain't starvin like Marvin and won't see no roach
When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin on leather watchin big screens
Bought by the dope fiends
Smokin, and what about the brother wit the good jobs
Save money and workin hard
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya only got one life to live
I know a brother dat got some cocaine
Ya know his face but don't know his name
Ya know he got the sack man
And he's sittin on a phat bank
Sellin cars at his house in the driveway
Being so clean don't roll it just fly away
Cause folks got money in the ghetto
Yea you know
Chorus:
Hey hey hey
What cha got to say
(It's money in the ghetto)
Hollywoooooood
Havin money in the ghettooo
Verse Two:
Money in the ghetto ain't nothin new
It's been like dat way before you
Was even born get up from the down stroke
Chocolate City for the black folks
Say it loud in ya hot pants
Man child in the promise land
I take ya back to iceberg's land
And all the playas that came before him
If you a everyday hustler, get cha money
Cause what they do to black man ain't funny
All the time tryin to put us the pen
You get parole and then they send ya again
All the homies in the hood gettin paid
You might have left but the money stayed
In the ghetto it ain't all bout drugs
Gettin paid doin all kinds of stuff
Only rule on the street is don't get caught
Unless ya hustle ain't breakin the law
And even though rich folks got it good
We're sittin on it phat in the hood
I'm ridin dem gold ones
Smokin dank and it's potent
Ask dem fools cause they know
It's money in the ghetto
-Chorus-
Verse Three:
I got money baby just tell me the price
Cause Short Dawg ain't nuttin nice
I always hit the town wit my boy Ben Franklin
Spend fo get an ounce a dank then
Rich nigga get high relaxin
And if I bust a Ben Frank get some Andrew Jacksons
Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill
You know the math lets make deal
On a one dollar bill if ya look on the front
Ya find the face of George Washington
Make money baby dat's all I do
Dat's how I know Thomas Jefferson is on the two
Abraham Lincoln got shot and died
Freed the slaves so they put him on the five
And how much in my old time friend
They put his face on the front of the ten
They are the dead presidents
From the hood and they represent
The american dream for the average monority
Make some money get some weed and a forty
I'm on the east side livin like a king
Kick back watch a fifty inch screens
Bounce to the west and hit studio
And spend my money in the ghetto
It's a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
Everything they say about Playboy Too
I'm $hort Dog, ain't nothing nice
I drink g-juice and wouldn't cut it with ice
>From the Eastside baby, Oakland town
Can't understand why I'm so down?
I'm not a whitewall, I'm a vogue
Like a Zenith wire wheel I roll
Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
It was everything you wanted cause I can't be weak
Yeah baby that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my DJ fresh on wax
Put it on the turntable, I got taps
It started burning up, wires smoking
Had to be the sound coming straight from Oakland
$hort Dog, it's a mack attack
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
One young tender lost all hope
Slapped her in the face with my dunkey rope
Another young sucker tried to front my staff
Saw it on his face when they broke him in half
It was the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
Everything they say about Playboy Too
When I say my rhymes, I'm never fake
When you start my beat, that's when I break
On you, and it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stop
Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking
I'm not a wannabe pimp, I never simp
Since I started walking I had this limp
It was a cool type walk, just like me
The Too S-H-O-R-T
I might be young, but I spit this game
I start it with P, and it ends the same
If your brain is lame, remember the name
When it's Too $hort baby, ain't nothing plain
Dangerous Music on the microphone
Makes you wanna break your hip bone
Might break your leg, or maybe your back
Grooving to hard to my mack attack
It's really not easy, you know it's hard
Sort of just like my gangster car
You know what I mean, Vern? It's like funny
I mack legit and make all the money
See my capital T on my diamond ring
We hook up the beat and love to swing
So while you're out there grooving back and forth
I want you to scream out "Sir Too $hort" (Sir Too $hort!)
Don't stop that rap (Don't stop that rap!)
And it's just like that
Get buy girls, while I rap
I make big money, that ain't no crap
When I grab that mic, and spit my rhymes
I gotta have an 8 or 909 BEAT
So I can rock you all night long, SHE'S
On my tip, she love my song, HE
Tried to do it but did it wrong, FREAKS
Want to get my all alone, but I'm macking
I finally got a chance to grab my pen
And make another rhyme so I can make more ends
It's a rush production, not the beat
I rushed it out the studio and hit the street
Now I'm rocking one more time
Young girls love my Too $hort rhyme
But that big fat girl better let that go
Before I point right at her say "Ho!"
I'm riding drop-top Caddy, I don't dip fake
I step on the gas then I hit the break
Do it again as I catch the beat
You're feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by John the Pope
The M, A, C and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
You know it looks good in those pants
So damn good, I had to glance
Now I'm macking
See this gold? I bought it all
Now every night you young freaks call
You see my car? It's my best friend
So it you touch, you'll meet your end
Time will tell, just keep it cool
Don't play that game, don't be no fool
I'll burn rubber all down your block
You know what I want so keep the door unlocked
I'm coming in baby, don't waste no time
It's a mack attack, and now you're mine
Dangerous Music is what it seems
The reason this floor just met those jeans
I was running the game all in your ear
You're talking bout love to a stone cold player
Girl look good and wanna have that sex
Took another look and wanted to break that neck
It's a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I know it's true
The only thing you'll say about Playboy Too
"Keep, ke-keep, ke-keep, keep, keep bouncing!"}
{"Keep, keep bouncing!"}
{"Keep, ke-keep, ke-keep, keep, keep bouncing!"}
My nigga Short Dawg in the house
My nigga Will.I.Am in the house
Suh-suh-Snoop Dogg's in the house
Wuh-wuh-West coast make 'em bounce
I'ma bounce wit'cha though, yo
We gon' bounce everywhere we go
Make a nigga wanna bounce
Make a nigga burn a ounce
Get loose, get wild, now get set
Yeah it's the anthem, nigga it's the shit
You can get crunk, get hyphy, get fit
You can bounce like you're hoppin over a muh'fuckin fence
If you in the whip, ghostride the bitch
Slip into the liquor sto', sippin on a fifth
Yeah nigga, brang in the bag
Gangbang on you motherfuckers claimin the flag
West coast nigga, I'm a real go-getter
40 ounce sipper, the blackjack tripper
20 Cripper, 10-to-1 I flip her
Got the hook-up on the birds and the motherfuckin zippers
Go to the club with my thugs sell drugs
And I might get a girl but I ain't gon' tip her (uh-uh)
Get malt liquor, spit, mo' slicker
Put y'all hands in the air muh'fucker it's a stick up
Naw nigga eat a dick up
You say you a pimp, but you in love with a stripper
Just bounce to the beat, and don't pay me no attention
Just bounce to the beat, bounce bounce to the beat
{It, it makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to..} bounce bounce bounce to the beat
I'm all up in the club
E'rybody in this muh'fucker wanna mean mug
Make a nigga wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
Make a nigga burn an ounce {BOUNCE!}
Doggy Dogg turn it out {BOUNCE!}
My nigga Short Dawg in the house
Yeah make a nigga wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
Make a nigga burn an ounce {BOUNCE!}
Doggy Dogg turn it out {BOUNCE!}
Nigga Short Dawg in the house
Beotch! I told the DJ play her song
Watch her choose up, put a player on
Put her in the wifey zone
She can be my girlfriend all night long
Keep bouncin, the floor is sweatin
I'm all on her booty, I know I'm gettin it
We from the West coast, we live fun lives
Freak these hoes 'til the sunrise
What time is it, late night
Send her back home when it's daylight
Her nigga at the house with a cake like
Captain Save-a-Hoe, but she ain't right
She like to play hard to get
She don't wanna dance she wants some hard dick
Well give her what she wants
Stick it in the hoe, and watch her go dumb {DUMB}
Make a bitch wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
Short Dawg turn 'em out {BOUNCE!}
Bitch, don't you wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
My nigga Snoop Dogg in the house
Make the bitch wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
Short Dawg turn 'em out {BOUNCE!}
Bitch, don't you wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
My nigga Will.I.Am in the house
I'm in the house and I ain't movin out
The girls keep more of my name in they mouth
I like breasts best when they poppin out
So girl bring 'em out, bring 'em out, I make 'em bounce
{"Keep, keep bouncing!"} Yeah just keep them bouncing
Open up your mind and accept what I'm announcing
If we have a President's Day and a Veteran's Day
Let's have a Titty Holiday
And lick on nipple everyday through the weekend
I like tit like fish like sippin
Watchin boobies bounce is my favorite tradition
When I'm up in the club just sittin and wishin
them boobies was bouncin on my head (my head)
Them boobies was bouncin on my head (my head)
Bouncin, bouncin on my head (my head)
I want them boobies bouncin on my head (my head)
Okay, now let me change the subject
I usually don't be gettin mannish up in public
But that's aight, cause I'm chillin with my folks
From the West coast Short Dawg's in the house ("Whattup loc?")
Snoop Dogg's in the house (in the house)
The nigga Too $hort's in the house (in the house)
Wuh-Will.I.Am's in the house (in the house)
Wuh-West coast make 'em bounce {"Keep, keep bouncing!"}
{It, it makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to..}
{It, it makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to bounce!}
{It makes me want to bounce!} We gon' bounce everywhere we go
{"Keep, keep bouncing!"} Bounce bounce bounce to the beat
{"Keep bouncing!"} Bounce bounce bounce to the beat
{"Keep bouncing!"} Bounce bounce bounce to the beat
I remember how it all began
I used to sing dirty raps to my East Side fans
Back then I knew ya couldn't stop this rap
No M.C. could rock like that
Then the new style came, the bass got deeper
Ya gave up the mike and bought you a beeper
Do ya wanna rap or sell coke?
Brothers like you ain't never been broke
People wanna say it's just my time
Brothers like me had to work for mine
Eight years on the mike and I'm not jokin'
Sir Too Short comin' straight from Oakland
California, home of the rock
Eight woofers in the trunk, beatin' down the block
Short dog, I'm that rappin' man
I said it before and I 'll say it again
Life is too short
Too short
Life is too short
Life is to some people unbearable
Committin' suicide and that's terrible
Was it much too much or nothing' big?
If ya live my life, you'd be fightin' to live
Life is to me my main asset
I be doin' all right and keep it just like that
Chill out at the house and pump that bass
I'm tryin' to get rich as I rock the place
Everybody's got that same old dream
To have big money and fancy things
Drive a brand new Benz, keep your banck right here
Never hear me stutter once because I talk real clear
It's on you, homeboy, watcha gonna do?
You can take my advice and start workin', fool
Or you can close your ears and run your mouth
And one day, homeboy, ya soon find out
Life is too short
Too short
Life is too short
Life is too short, would you agree?
While I'm livin' my life, don't mess with me
It's been a long time, baby, since I first got down
But I still keep makin' these funky sounds
Cause I don't stop rappin', that's my theme
I make a lot of money, do you know what I mean?
Like this, complicated ya must stay up
Ya asked a simple question boy, don't say ";What?";
Ya only live once and ya callin' it hell
Policeman tryin' to take ya to jail
You could give a man time but you don't know
I a matter of time, I'll be runnin' the show
Now another young buck wants to be on top
Makin' big money, slangin' hop
The task force tryin' ta peel your cap
Turn around, homeboy, ya better watch your back
Life is too short
Too short
Life is too short
You can take back all the things you give
But ya can't take back the days you live
Life is to some peole who've been on earth
Livin' every single day for what it's worth
I live my life just how I please
Satisfy one person I know, that's me
Work hard for the things I achieve in life
And never rap fake when I'm on the mike
Cause if a dream is all you got, homeboy
Ya gotta turn that dream into the real McCoy
Not time to waste, just get on that case
Ya can't be down 'cause ya need to taste
A good life livin' like a king on a throne
Gettin' everything ya want and tryin' to have all your own
So life
Don't be stupid though
Cause when ya waste it, you'll know
Life Is
Life Is
All right, that's it
Tell a nigga.. telephone, telegram; two-way that motherfucker
Somebody let him know.. tell that nigga
His bitch is out of pocket
It was me and yo' broad, ridin in my 'llac
She tried to climb on top of me and slide on my lap
I said hold on baby, we almost to the spot
We gon' do somethin nasty, with all this lust you got
I fucked her on the floor then we got up in the bed
Woke up in the mornin, can't remember what we did
Last night we was drunk, stinkin dirty motherfuckers
Stayed up all night, 'til 7:30 can't touch us
When we down on the beach, in the sand in Miami
I done found me a freak, done got my hand in her panties
She was playin in the water, MAN she was wet
So I laid her on her back, I pulled her panties to the left
I told her.. naww baby, we ain't do it too soon
Straighten up your dress, let's go up to my room
Tell your man you was lost, ran into a boss
Then I opened that ass up like a can of sauce
[Chorus:]
We don't like those lollypops
Sucker ass niggaz don't know how we rock
They can't even handle it
When you tell the truth, they can't stand a bitch
We don't like those lame marks
that run the other way when the game starts
Cause they don't know what to do
Don't lie tell me why would I fuck with you
Stop hatin since we datin the same lady
Don't hate the player, hate the game baby
I like her style, she's kinda wild
And when we do it we don't waste time goin out
We into it like the X-Rated flick with no plot, it's so hot
Don't hesitate and don't stop 'til we on top
She got a dude - but what I gotta prove?
Ain't no need to creep, you know she's a freak
Take it all, 'til the balls, disappear in her jaws
Then she take off them drawers, let me hit them sugar walls
And when I'm done havin fun tryin to be a player
She kiss my thang goodbye and say I'll see you later
Now if you can't take it mayne you need a good girl
Take a ride around the town and try to look for her
Cause yo' wife's a hoe, you might like to know
If she see a big dick, she might go..
[Chorus]
I watched her eye, she witcha man, stop starin
Stop the lies, there's no comparin
You wanna ride well let's go; I got a magic carpet with vogues
I'm nice to the ladies but I'm hard on the hoes
And when you jump in my car bumpin "Freaky Tales"
You told me pull it out, you wanna see it's real
I know your type girl, you ain't fin' to wait
That's how a pimp taste ridin on the interstate
It's in your mouth, make you wanna scream and shout
You can swallow or spit, when the cream comes out - bitch!
Just don't tell your man
Cause whores start wars when they know they can
I understand, you really wanna do me
Dance to a slow jam, "Feelin' on Your Booty"
And after tonight, when you kick it with a real one
All them fake-ass niggaz you ain't even gon' feel 'em (hell nah)
Ah yeah
Scarface
Short Dog
Yeah
Longevity
Fake niggas...
{Scarface:}
And you can tell em I said it
I said muthafuckas is takin the credit
Been in the game for 20 minutes, and they thinkin they legends
All on their videos showin off, frontin for the camera
One-hit wonders is playin games, fakin stamina
I damage ya, throwin blows to your egos
Flossin new leather, think you the shit wearin these clothes
And supposed to flash and have the finer things
But can't seem to keep your money, cause you're buyin rings
What is you gettin, 7 or 6, new record contract?
Bustin your bomb raps, but you ain't gettin your funds back
Fuck that, I been around since '86
Way before my muthafuckin mind played tricks
And when Too $hort told me this bitch, it wasn't givin
Cause I'm sick and tired of niggas fantasizin they livin
All on the tell-lie-vision tryina front like that's your car
With a fat-ass cigar, you ain't no muthafuckin star
What you are is a nigga lost, dazed and confused
Back in the day that you stepped in it is the day that you do
But on the cool, some niggas been around since the '70s
Steadily preachin to us all longevity
[CHORUS]
You don't get shit for free
Your own destiny
Longevity
Longevity
{KB:}
10 years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
But back then I said: fuck rhymin, I was tryina get laid
But now it's '98, I'm all about gettin paid
Fuck that bullshit you niggas be on in your videos
Drive the shit your C.E.O. own
In their home, at their parties, you niggas dummies
Muthafucka, fuck the fame, it's all about the money
And then the power (money and the power)
Slingin tapes like powder
Everything I own is mine, don't understand 'ours'
This's a serious business
My nigga, take care of your business
Especially you niggas with gimmicks, your ass is finished
In the nick of time, fuck havin the tightest rhymes
You better grind, it's plenty fools dope without a dime
So I'm tight with mines, and I prove that every time
Just to let you niggas know I'm out to get mine
That's longevity
[CHORUS]
{Too $hort:}
Who got the freshman flop or the sophomore jinx
Rappers blow up, fall off, and think
Been there, done that, about to make a comeback
I'm on some new shit, not like my young raps
I know what you sold, first album went gold
Then you changed the style, shoulda stuck with the old
Flows, and the old clothes, cause now you fake
You ain't got no hoes committin foul play
Hatin on me, but you're waitin to see
Old school Too $hort in the place to be
I ain't backstage chasin young girlies
I'm chasin money, I'm in my early 30s
Still sellin records, and I'm still a real player
Can't understand how you still could be a hater
Said I don't stop rappin from the start
If you don't believe me, go check the charts
Bitch
Funky fresh on the muthafuckin microphone
Bitch
And it don't stop
To the beat, baby
Oakland, California is in the house
Bitch
[ VERSE 1 ]
I tell you, nobody does it better than Too $hort
I got so many raps, I know you can't have more
Cause I grew up on the mic, I spent my whole life
Writin raps, late at night
And I never would make no fake LP's
Sucker MC's don't make no g's
They make weak, weak raps, and need to quit
22 songs, and only 3 on hit
Frontin on me like you want some
Better sell a million records, go platinum
Cause I wouldn't waste my time on a one-rap rapper
You wanna get with me, you gotta climb that ladder
But you ain't nothin but a joke
Rappers make money, tell me why are you broke?
We get paid like a muthafucka, and we get
A brand-new house full of brand-new shit
A brand-new car in my brand-new driveway
I always keep the top down on the highway
Too $hort, baby, known everywhere
Had a life-long dream to be a player
Way too cold at a younger age
It was everyday, 'just make that pay'
12 years later, still in the game
And you never talk down on a player's name
Cause I'm (Too $hort, Too $hort)
[ VERSE 2 ]
You see, I'm fresh like always with funky beats
I say what's up to the brothers on 10th Street
It's goin down in the Oakland town
Home of the infamous Too $hort sound
So keep your jealous-ass thoughts in your diary
And if you're lookin for a leader, you can hire me
And if your so-called boss don't pay
The only thing you need to say
Is "I quit, I'm through with you"
Pack up your raps, and join the Dangerous Crew
We got mo' beats than the average joe
And a 24-track studio
So forget what you heard, and we'll see it's on
Oakland, California can't leave me alone
Cause I'm the most rappin, most rhymin
Sold my drop-top, but I'm still high-sidin
I'm (Too $hort, Too $hort)
[ VERSE 3 ]
Now that I've established my career
I wanna help some other brothers out here
Hook em up and let em make some dough
Flip Benzes and turn out shows
Cause Oakland got talent, fool
MC's in elementary school
Not to mention musicians and singers
And Shorty B with his magical fingers
We get funky like skunk weed
Light it up, hit it, and get keed
This dopefiend beat will get you high
If it don't go gold too soon, I'll cry
If the bass ain't deep, somethin's wrong
It must not be a real Too $hort song
Cause the first thing I do when I make my tape
Is drop a few kicks from my 808
And when my tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
You can tell by my big fat royalty check
It's just a Dangerous thing when I'm on the mic
And the local police don't even like
The way we hit your town, it's so funny
It's all about makin big money
So before I go, you should remember this
Muthafuck you, damn shithead bitch
I woke up one day in Vacaville
round the corner from the pen
fat house on the hill
all the homies in the pen straigt locked down
but I gotta get dressed and hit the oaktown
I called Randy ??Olson?? on the telephone
early in the mornin' but he still ain't home
so I called Ant Banks to see what's up
he said meet me at the studio at two o'clock
I got dressed, smokin' on some serious dank
grabbed my keys off the table and a big ol' bank
I hit interstate 80 and I'm rollin
joint's still burnin' and I'm smokin'
I was on my way to San Jose
to the stereo shop to make my music play
cause one amp shut down and the bass ain't playin
didn't take long, for Joel and Janks to have me slumpin'
so I called Apu: what's up nigga? what you bout to do?
he said, just kickin' back waitin on the fellas
bout to go eat at Della's
I said it sure sounds good to me
I can't go tho, gotta hit Myrtle Street
passed the acorns on my way, bitch. it's just anotha day
big Banks came through and started mixin
sittin in the studio kick back listenin
to some funky ass shit from the dangerous crew
Debbie D came through, with FM Blue
Shorty B rolled up smokin' fat ones
Pee-Wee had a crew in the back room
Goldie had the tramps givin head breakin off
Rappin' Ron /Ant diddley-dog
twin one and two is tellin stories
bout beatin down niggas for the glory
had to catch a plane that night and roll out of town
everybody gettin high tryin hard to clown
I had to go shop fo' its time to leave
I dipped to the mall, flipped me some jeans
rolled on out like a playa
hot ass day, bitches everywhere
I'm leanin' hard to the left like a big shot
checkin out the hoes/ seein who'll get knocked
cause when you fuck with $hort you get fucked quick
I run some drama on yo' ass and make ya suck dick
ride through the ??old?? scene ??beamin it?? slow
talkin that shit bout' niggas on the fo'
drive crazy, /tryin to tear up shit
it's just anotha day in Oakland biatch
it was me, Jaque, ??Beamin?? and ??T-Lo?
??Boo-kicke?? slow-motion and ??P-O??
Spud, Ju-Ju, Frog and Big-E
Gettin high on our street
Bug, Joe-A, Ce-Ce and Mark,
rollin four deep from SobranI Park
Howard came through from the B-Town
motherfuckas gettin high it's goin down
it's the same everyday everyday it's the same
but that night we hit the hoop game
who was playin: Seattle versus Golden State
hollered at the home boy Gary Payton
after the game, we went to his house
NBA Jams, tripped us out
niggas talkin bout slammin bones
any kinda way to get your gamble on
bet, all you kept hearin was bet
dice game on the pool table fuck that shit
I ain't goin outa town broke
I gotta have a bank get some dank to smoke
think I'm gamblin? you must be insane
it started gettin late I had to catch that plane
so I cut to the airport
just anotha day for Too Short
I was high as fuck on the airplane
thinkin to myself about a street gang
how a black man'll do you in a minute
walk around the corner see some shit and get in it
how the police always tryin to catch us
fell asleep and woke up in Houston, Texas
gangtas ass niggas from the fifth and the third
check yo ass there nigga fuck what ya heard
next night we did a show, in New Orleans
same gangstas / same old scene
yellin at seventh /that ninth ward
I see my homies from the third and the fourth
it was me Big Dog and the EL Guarde posse
havin fun and you just can't stop me
I did a show in Birmingham, Alabama
then caught a plane / Atlanta
I heard about the motherfuckin freaknick
popped that pussy hoe/ fuck that weak shit
you shoulda seen all the bitches on the street
niggas from Detroit was deep
all my potnas from the Oak flew up
and they was slangin that danky stuff
gettin high with some brothers from MiamI and Cleveland
kickin back talkin bout we ain't leavin
Biatch. We aint goin'nowhere you know what I'm sayin?
It's just another day.
Aww you know
Kick it wit the Cadillac Club /
F-R-O-G ????
Too Kleen in the house biatch
Droppin some of that 93 old school shit
"Man, this bitch blowing my beeper up"
[Too $hort]
Ready to put a hole up in one of these bitches, man
Sup? Guess you wondered where I was at
When you beeped me last night and I didn't call back
Supposed to be there, meet you at the house at 9
You made a candlelight dinner just to wine and dine
And I didn't even show up
You beeped me 20 million times, made my beeper blow up
Thought you shot me to the left cause I'm a D-O-G
But you called so I guess it's still cool for me
To get freaky, you know I got that git back
I come right when I hit that
And if you tell me right now it's cool today
As soon as I'm through I be on my way
[Ronese Levias]
Do I look like the type of lady
That'll talk to a brother that's shady, hell no
But you can wine and dine me
Spend a little time with me, it's all good
Cause I love the way you take me
Ooh boy you shake me, when we lay down
Got my head spinning around
[Too $hort]
I need a woman that's down for me
Always on my side, not my enemy
We could be gangsters, lovers, parents, or friends
But whatever we do, do it straight to the end
We'll make love like professionals
You and me baby, fuck the rest of them hoes
You know how much we like being together
Seems like every second, it's getting wetter
So good I wish it'd last forever
Cause it would never get no better than this
I know you feel the same
Moaning so loud all the neighbors complained
And all the people tried to tell you I was phony
Talking all that junk and don't even know me
Last night I was chilling at the club
Chilling with my potnas when your friends rolled up
Flirting with your nigga behind your back
They called you on the phone and told you where I was at
Your girlfriends trying to run your world
You'd better stop listening to them other girls
[Ronese Levias]
Never cared about those other girls
It's something about the way you rock my world
Even though you make me cry
I still wait alone for you at night, but it's all good
[Too $hort]
I couldn't come home last night cause I was out making money
But I'll come home tonight if you want me
Cause you sure looking good today
I take you to your house and let you have it your way
[Ronese Levias]
Oooh boy, ohhhh, it's all good, it's all good to me, baby
[Too $hort]
I just keep on fucking you all night long
Me and you baby got it going on
You ain't tripping every time you see me
You get loose and you get so freaky
I never meant to break your heart
You gave it all to me and I tore it apart
Talked about love right to the end
But I'm a tell you like it is, I'll never do it again
I'm from East Oakland, I'm an ice-cold player
Born to Mack and got women everywhere
I got one up in E.P.A.
And two down in South Central L.A.
One in Frisco, and one in Berkeley
Got a few Southern girls just to work me
Is that what you wanted to hear?
That your man is the player of the year?
I need a woman that's down for me
Always on my side, not my enemy
We could be gangsters, lovers, parents, or friends
But whatever we do, do it straight to the end
I said the very same thing in the beginning
We played the game but it's in the 9th inning
You'd better wake up and smell the dank
It really don't seem to be what you think, beyotch
I'm all about getting my bank
You be the car and I'll fill your tank
Cause nothing don't come for free
Unless your ass don't want to be with me, beyotch
[Ronese Levias]
Boy, have you been listening?
I can't let you go since I know what I'm missing
And can you fell it in my touch
That I want you so much, and it's all good
It's all good, baby
I'm trying to tell you boy, that it's good
It's all good, it's all good, baby baby baby
Ohhh, like that baby, like that
It's all good, it's all good
[Too $hort]
The lights are on, the club is closed
You don't wanna leave 'cause you love the hoes
Somethin' ain't right, you doin' bad tonight
You'll be all alone if you don't have a wife
Cause these ladies ain't feelin' you
They don't wanna know what you can really do
They just wanna make you disappear
Get the fuck up out a bitches ear
Take that shit back over there
Go away, she don't wanna know you player
What you gotta say, just like this
Loud as you can, say "Fuck that bitch"
Five minutes ago, you was thinkin' would she
roll out with you, and give you some pussy
I don't think that's goin' down
But you don't wanna go home now
[Chorus]
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
You need to get up out my face
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
Get the fuck up out my face
[Too $hort]
You came to my house with a maxi pad
Bitch you goin' home in a taxi cab
No more limos, run the meter
We might need stitches, this one's a bleeder
Grab yo' shit girl, it's time to go
You look good, but you ain't my kind of hoe
Another time on another day
We could hook up, make love and play
It really can't happen no other way
Girl do you hear what a brotha say?
Don't leave anything in my room
I got another freak, she'll be here soon
She might not be, as wild you
It's 4 AM and right now she'll do
She's not a super freak, and she's not a hoe
But when she gets here, you gotta go
[Chorus]
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
You need to get up out my face
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
Get the fuck up out my face
[Too $hort]
We did what we did so let's do what we do
We had fun, but now I'm through with you
I gotta run, I'll call you in a few days
I'll be back, to get some more cooch-ay
Cause you do it, better than most
At this rate, we'll probably never be close
But that's okay, 'cause that's not the mission
You could cheat on your man if you got permission
I'll give it to ya, I'll beat it so well
When we finished, we gotta leave the hotel
That's all... I'm the #1 Player
You can call, or I'll see you somewhere
As long as we make this happen again
Yo' fine ass sittin' back in the Benz
Cause yours is the best, I must confess
But right now, it's time to get dressed
[Chorus]
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
You need to get up out my face
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
Get the fuck up out my face
(It's time to go)
You need to get on up out my face... {You gotta go}
(It's time to go)
You need to get on up out my face... {It's time to go}
(It's time to go)
It's on
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I sold tapes every day me and Freddy B
Been famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say pussy on an old hoe
I guess y'all fools don't know
Why some good rappers can't sell no tapes
It's not the company's fault, the shit sounds fake
You wanna be in the trunk, with the booming box
While the young bitches ride on your jock
You can't do it like this homey, so just pass it
And stop kissing them white folks asses
It's like you smoked a whole damn key
You rap so fast you keep leaving the beat
I'm from the old school, I love P-Funk
But now rap music is all that they want
So when I'm in my car, I play Clinton
And when I'm on the stage I start pimping
And when I hear your shit, I push eject
Then I throw it out the window with the rejects
And when the hard core rappers go soft
I like to watch when they ass fall off
Cause ain't nothing worth kicking like a sucka MC
And any other rappers ever talk about me
I don't stop rapping, that's all they can say
And how I dogg bitches, every day
But if you can't be a dogg, then you're weak
You be phony like a side show freak
Some rappers try to come off positive
Where I'm from that just ain't how it is
They say rap music is here to stay
But the sucka MC's don't think that way
It took 8 long years before I got my break
So I wonder why rapper's make fake ass tapes
You won't get paid like I did, so give up punk
And while your in the studio, I'm in the trunk
You got no choice, so don't flip that coin
This ain't the military, so you punks can't join
It ain't pop, it's called underground rap
From Oakland California and the shit sounds phat
I'm spitting raps to my motherfucking homies
That's why they listen to the one and only
I used to be broke, but now we all used to be
Got no game for a bitch, all the game is for me
And these bitches, can't say shit to me
They could never could fuck with Short baby
I'm not a tounge twisting rapper with a funny style
Don't dress hip hop and dance real wild
But I do sell records like a motherfucker
Even though you might I'm just another sucka
I find the beat and then never switch
Grab the microphone and then call you a bitch
You want rent money, I got pimp money
One thing's for sure, I won't give it to a hoe
I throw a bitch in the god damn trunk
And start slamming that Oakland funk
Short Dogg's in the house, once again
Trying to fade the platnum, with Shorty the Pimp
And when I do, I'm going straight to the bank
Withdraw some money and buy some dank
You can't relate to my motherfucking homies
That's why they listen to the one and only
I grew up on the funk called P
But these motherfuckers growing up on me
And if I ego trip, and my head is fucked
I take my ass back, to where I grew up
And get real boy, it's never too late
Before I do like you and make a weak ass tape
I'm in the trunk...
in the trunk, in, in the trunk
in the trunk, in, in the trunk
in the trunk beating down the block
in the trunk, in, in the trunk
in the trunk, in, in the trunk
[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass]
[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass]
You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen,
I ain' with no marriage and a weddin' ring,
I be a player fo' life so where's my wife,
prob'ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe,
'cause she must be smokin' and I'm not jokin'
Too Short baby comin' straight from Oakland,
Got way mo' bitches than I ever need,
I put that on a big fat bag of weed,
'cause I can give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint,
Bitches ain' shit and now I made my point,
so you can light that weed,
while I spit this rap,
and tell you 'bout a player from way back,
I was only fourteen when I first got my dick sucked,
now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts,
Gittin' freaky in the right situations,
You wanna rap well that's a nice occupation,
To git pussy when you want 'n how you want it foo'
'cause I was fuckin' ugly hoes back in high schoo'
I used to fuck young-ass hoes,
Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes,
Now I fuck top notch bitches,
Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches,
'bout a pimp named Shorty from the Oakland set,
Been mackin' fo' years 'n ain't fell of yet,
So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy,
throw a peace sign and say hey pimp daddy!
'cause I never would fron' on my folks,
I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes,
Bitches come a dime a dozen,
So don't get mad when I fuck your cousin,
your two sisters, I even fuck your ex-bitch,
Short Dog in the house with some player shit...
[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass]
[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass]
[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass]
[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass]
All the fake players peep game from the real,
Player hatin' lover tell me how do ya feel,
When you front to the homies how you grind 'em,
Look fo' a tramp, but you can't find 'em,
You got one girlfriend you see her every night,
comin' around the partners, lyin' about your life,
Looked at your watch it said six twenty-two,
Cut to the house and said baby I love you,
Can't act like a mack like playboy Sho'
an' the rest of the macks in the streets of the O bitch!
Comin' up we learn how to freak these hoes,
and when your through gittin' yours then you shake these hoes,
and when your older, it's nothin' but a routine,
Makin' G's everyday workin' blue jeans,
I know I seen it before,
I see it again,
Young tender saying Short would you be my man...
[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass]
[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass]
[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass]
[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass]
Yeeeah there's alot of fake players out there
talkin' bad about Ant Banks, you know what I'm sayin'
But hey ain' trippin up
Short Dog, what you do about them player haters
Try 'n stay away from Kriss Kross imitators,
Put ya in a cross 'cause they really jus' haters,
I thought you knew, Short Dog is a player,
Born to mack, 'n got bitches everywhere,
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars,
Screenin' these hoes like movie stars,
Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat,
I was born to mack,
I'm hookin' hoes like crack, I be a monkey on your back bitch,
Until you kick that Short Dog habit got you on my dick,
and even though I can't fuck you every day,
that's 'cause I got another bitch aroun' the way,
We can all get together on a late night,
cut to the house hook somethin' up real tight,
I really don't care,
cause I'm a player...
[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass]
[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass]
[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass]
[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass]
You think Oakland California is a city of punks
It only takes a second, to pop the trunk
And just like that you know it's real
You're in the right damn town to get killed
It's all about the game, and nothin else
You come out here, you better watch yourself
Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers, and end up dead
You catch a body full of bullets, and get blasted
Tryin to be a gangsta but you just ain't lastin
This little town is gettin wild as hell
Check the penetentiaries and all the jails
If they could lock us all up that would be just fine
Got my partners from Oakland doin serious time
You can't argue with the truth it's hard to be black
But it's a mindgame, and you gotta deal with that
I wake up everyday and I just can't wait
To make mo money, cause back in the days
when I rapped, I did the same damn thing I do now
Grab the microphone, and show you how
But I was broke, the only thing I had was game
I started makin money and knew things would change
Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put the handcuffs on backseat I'm in it
Illegal search for about thirty minutes
Askin me, where's the dope
Where's my gun, but I don't know
I said I'm rappin, they laugh like I told a joke
And to this day they think I'm sellin coke
I want to be free! (and that's the truth) Ohhh yeahhh
I want to be free! Ohhh yeahhh
I be in Oakland California every day of my life
bass so hard you think I'm smokin a pipe
And if I don't smoke it, I gots to grind
Searched all my stuff, and all you find
is a pocket full of money count seven G's
Now you wanna think I'm sellin keys
Cause I'm a black man, but I run my own business
So why the police wanna send me to prison
They see a brother makin major cash
They knock a patch out his black ass
And that's the truth, you can't argue you at all
Tryin to give you ten years for a phone call
Ain't even trippin on the dank smoke
Cause all they wanna find, is guns and coke
In court all the time tryin to fight it
We get rich, we get indeibted
So what's the problem Officer this time?
Is havin big money bein black a crime?
Or did you take me to jail, to teach me a lesson
Charge me with somethin, or just ask questions
About the brothers I hang around
What's really goin on in the Oakland town
Tell me who went broke, and who got rich
But Too $hort baby just ain't no snitch
You say you're just doin your job
But you're gettin on my nerves, just like Bob
Everytime I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin brothers what to do
You lock me up cause I don't know how to act
But I'm down for mine so I be talkin back
And when I do, you treat me bad as hell
I'm sick of spendin nights in jail I want to be free! (and that's the truth) Ohhh yeahhh
I want to be free! Ohhh yeahhh
Got out of jail about fo'-fifteen
Walkin down the street like a broke dopefiend
Had a pocket full of money tryin to play the role
Benz got towed and I was hella cold
But I ain't trippin, I'm gettin used to it now
Handcuffed your boy took me straight downtown
for three warrants, had to catch me sooner or later
Cause the five-oh's always tryin to jack a playa
for no reason, wasn't doin nothin wrong
You think I'm lyin, singin that same ol song
Well I'm a black man, ridin in a Benz
How in the hell did I make these ends? Here we go
I pull over to the right
Stop the engine keep my hands in sight
I start cursin, cause it don't make sense
Why would I run and try to jump a fence
If I was plannin, a smooth getaway
I never woulda stopped in the first place
You'd be high speed chasin me but this time you ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue, I won't get nothin back
But I ain't mad... I'm just black...
I want to be free! Ohhh yeahhh
I want to be free! Ohhh yeahhh
I want to be free! Ohhh yeahhh
I want to be free! Ohhh yeahhh
I want yo' girl, she's so damn fine
She's sexier and looks way better than mine
I want yo' girl, she wants me too
And if you don't, let her go, I'll take her from you
Watchin that ass made me lose my breath
She can leave with me, go cruise in my whip
Take her clothes off and do her like hell
If I don't take your girl, who would I get?
Nutted in her mouth and it looked like Crest
I said here, brush your teeth with this
And now she's soakin wet, what's next?
Me and yo' girl havin sex
I told her she could get it
She told me she was wit it
She know I want to hit it
Come back braggin, tell the homies I did it
I wish I could
Bang in the pussy like it's my hood
I'm strapped for the driveby
Turn her out with this "Up All Nite" life
The grind is a terrible thang to waste
Try not to catch me a case, quarters dimes nickels and eighths
Parked in my lark at 3 A.M. in the dark
Gettin my dick sucked, but here come the NARC
Ooooh, tellin me to depart
Went to school with the nigga, the nigga used to be a mark
See me on the Lowenhart's skippin and skatin
Burnin Pirelli meat, gassin and brakin
Strikin through the trap with my beanie cap
With a throwaway 9 and some D in the back
E'ryday livin livin life as a savage
Fistfights and gun battles cause it come with the package
Well above average, mack game impeccable
Don't blame me if ya broad wanna get sexual
She got her legs on a player shoulder
Back bent like she doin yoga
Dolla - she ain't never seen a hustler like this
15 karats on the right wrist
And ain't no tellin what's on the other hand
I'm like T.I., I keep a "Rubberband"
I'm eatin, them niggaz is fastin
I fuck off a rack on a pair of Fendi glasses
It ain't nuttin cause I'm Dolla Will
I keep a bitch lookin like she from Brazil
Some niggaz try but it's in me
If that's the kush she slip then I'ma knock {?}
I'm in the club, found one that's friendly
She say she with her man but tryin to come with me
BEEP BEEP~! IT'S MEEE
The yellow bus rider, Mr. F.A.B.
I'm the, dumbest of dummies that do it but with thizz
Let me borrow your broad, let me borrow your bitch
Give it here, pimpin I'll give her back
Leave her used, bruised, confused front to the back
"Beat It" like Mike Jack, I bet you won't like that
She lead them right back, man where yo' wife at?
Uhh, I like the way that she lookin
I don't care if she stolen wifed or tooken
I ain't trippin, I'ma take her down
Got the game from my dad and Gangsta Brown
I mean, I thought, I'm still thinkin
Hop in my scraper, what you smoke what you drinkin?
Do me cause I'ma sho' do you
What it dookie, yadda daa boo boo
I want yo' girl, she's so damn fine
I love (I love)
I love it (I love it baby)
Love this (I love it, love it)
Love, ooooohh!
Love this (I love it girl)
Love (Oh you really want it girl?)
Love (I love this shit)
Love this (Be-atch!!)
[Daz Dillinger]
She was a betty I done knew back in the day
Little scary lil' bitch from around the way
Plus she sucked and fucked all day
With a little bit of Alize (Alize..Alize..)
[Scarface]
I put it down for these young hoes,
get the pussy like I'm married
And send her home with the cock swoll, did her pops know?
Little girl that he tryna protect was in the crib doin porno
[Too Short]
Fo' sho' baby, I know these hoes
Step up too 'em and show these hoes
I never wonder to myself "Would she?"
I get deep in her mind and her pussy
[Trick Daddy]
Who dat? She was the world's greatest, dick sucker
Play the note with the tongue while, finger fuck her
I hit it in the dark in the back of the Benz
Got my dick in her ass, front of one of her friends
[Scarface]
Face down, ass up -- bitch be still whikle I bust this nut
I rock hard while I'm in these guts
Wipe my dick and then that's enough
[Daz]
She wanna kiss me after she done lick me
Slap the drunk, you know the ho got Tinesi
[Too Short]
Daz, this punk bitch wanna get with me
Cuz the ho lookin for a P-I-M-P
[Trick Daddy]
You know the ho don't know no better
I would rough ride ya ass, but the magnum's better
I know a lot of niggas done paid ya bitch
Remember one thing, I got a major bitch
[Too Short]
Pull up on the stroll, in the fo' door Caddy
Slapped the bitch, she hollered "No, no daddy!"
I got the cash, if she don't that's her ass
So quick, so fast
[Chorus - 1st pt. Too Short, 2nd pt. by female]
I love gettin my head blown
I love gettin my nuts rubbed
I love gettin my dick licked
I love gettin my nuts sucked
I love gettin my pussy ate
I love when niggas see me masterbate
I love it when you nut all in my face
I love it baby, but I can't stand the taste
[Too Short]
I once knew a bitch named Erica
Way back in the day, she had a geri curl
I made her suck my dick on the ferris wheel
Been pimpin all my life, big player for real
[Daz]
I said "Come on girl, you know how it's 'sposed to be"
It's me and you, lets fullfill my fantasy
Come on come on baby, won't you get the best of me
I SMELL PUSSY!!
[Trick Daddy]
Get T double D on the double stack
And one dose of the dick, she be doublin back
See me, I've been known to shit on hoes
Cuff her cold, straight spit on hoes
[Scarface]
I been known to step on a bitch
Put a thumb in your ass, while I slap your clit
But ain't no way that I'ma lick yo' shit
Tell 'em what she is Short Dog (Be-itch!)
[Chorus - 2x]
[Trick Daddy]
I love, gettin my thug on
No dirty joints, in this cool zone
I love gettin my thugs on
Everything that's copper, put dubs on
I love this..
[Too Short]
When I'm at the club
See a girl get freaky and I slap her butt
She try to say "Short Dog, that's enough"
You know I love it little mam, can't pass it up
Cuz I..
I was told not long ago
Too $hort don't stop that rap!’
Now everytime I grab the mic
I rock you just like that
8 years ago when I started to rap
I use to sell tapes everywhere
It was me and my homeboy freddy b, yoo
Kickin' it like big players
Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills
I rocked houseparties on 98th
Even rocked in 69 vill
Might find me on the mic at Hot Lips house
Or at the Eastbay Dragonspot
All the 85th boys with their hand in the air
Screamin' Too $hort just don't stop!’
Like Royal Park, like Plymouth Rock
First street and Sunnyside
Like Sobrante Park and Brookefield
East Oakland, yeah, that's right
5 years ago I continued to rock
And if you haven't yet heard my name
It was all in the papers, on the evening news
I was stone cold in the game
Around that time a friend of mine
My homeboy Lionel B hooked me up like this, yoo
On the stage just rockin' the beat
Some say I have a dirty mind
Sometimes that might be true
But these are just some dirty times
I ain't trippin' on you...
I ain't trippin', keep on talkin'
You think i'm smokin' that pipe
I got money, homeboy
I even got some of your future wifes
Well, my story goes like this, man
I smooth went out on wax
Singin' Girl, That's Your Life’
Female Funk’ and Shortrapp’
Silky D worked the beat kicked me cold cash
I was ridin' the bus one day
Next day I was on the gas
Everybody loved Too $hort
Rollin' down the strip
Then one day just like that
Homeboy jumped on my tip
You started spreadin' rumors, man
Said you saw me rappin' in jail
No, I never came down to the flatlands
I was chillin' with the homies from the hill
I ain't trippin' but the word went out
Sir Too $hort was through
Can't really say where it all began
So i'ma blamin' it all on you
Everybody use to say
Too $hort don't stop that rap!’
Now everytime you see my face
You say i'm smokin' crack
Oakland, California, I heard it all before
I'm makin' big bank now, rockin' the crowd
I ain't trippin' no more...
Now I'm back on top again
I still don't stop that rap
Everytime I grab the mic
My bankroll's gettin' fat
Freaky Tales’ took care of that
You know I'm comin' up
Cause everytime you see my face
I'm rollin' all so tough
When I made the cut...the-he-he Freaky Tales’
I started picturin' this
I named my album Born To Mack’
With the cleaniest raps and beats
Everythin' was kickin' in
Me and Ran kept cashin' checks
Next thing I know there you go
Guess who's on my tip?
You said I just got out of jail
Jumped right back on that pipe
Your sister's boyfriend told you, man
I'm smokin' every night
Then you came to my show
And stood there so damn bold
You said Too $hort, man, you smoking'
And i'm standin' here dreamin' gold
I ain't trippin' no more
Really ain't worth my time
So to squashed it off I kicked on back
And wrote you all the rhyme
Benzes rollin', Beemers jettin'
And Caddies keep on dippin'
You keep on talkin' all that crap
Sunshine, convertable tops
You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops
You ride black walls, we ride Vogues
You got a girlfriend, we pimp hoes
You say I'm fake, I say you're smoking
I'm just a mack named $hort from Oakland
Just like a tag team wrestling tip
With a nasty bitch, then the homie switch
Bitch, ain't getting nothing but a lesson taught
If your pimping ain't strong, it's not my fault
Hoes start choosing, wouldn't give 'em a break
I pull out my old white Too $hort tape
I'm playing ";Dope Fiend Beat"; and the shit still hits
Trying to stick my dick all in them lips
She said ";No, I never did it before";
Well you ain't the bitch I'm looking for
Cause she's rich and thick and chocolate
Wouldn't hesitate to lick my dick
All my parters say ";$hort what's up?";
See me with a bitch with a big-ass butt
I don't answer, I start laughing
Nothing going on but the Oaktown macking
Laying it right, all damn night
Hoes getting sprung like they smoking the pipe
El Dorado, Mazeratti
Nothing but freaks with fine bodies
I love to roll my Mercedes Benz
I'm nothing but a player like all my friends
So when you call me fake, be for real
The call me Short Dog cause I'm hard as hell
Hope your girlfriend's name ain't Linelle
I screwed her last night in a cheap motel
Like I told my crew, when the toss up's chill
Humping like a Chevy rolling down Foothill
Get off the pipe fool, stop cracking
Be like Short Dog and start macking
T double O S-H-O-R-T
I go solo, can't nobody fuck with me
I'll just kick back counting my bank
No cokes smoking, just potent dank
Funky fresh on the microphone
When you spin that wax, it's not the same ol' song
Round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows
You see me at the clubs catching all the hoes
I don't drink vodka, I do drink gin
I like to get a blowjob from your girlfriend
Cause I'm macking, baby, you know that's right
I'm from the Oaktown, straight Eastside
I got all my game from East Oakland streets
Now motherfuck you damn shit-haired freaks
I go on and on as I sing my song
If you're tender and young, I fuck you all night long
I'm not a no-good punk, I didn't make you flunk
I didn't tell the whole world your pussy stunk
I cut you slack in my rap, I could've macked your mother
But Life is Too $hort so I kept it undercover
I'm so damn hard, on the boulevard
Hoes ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Freak nasty don't trip, to me it ain't shit
You can suck my dick with some fat hoe lips
Riding in a Caddy with the top let down
California sunshine, cruising the town
On the boulevard, maybe drop my top
If you're feeling hot, don't even stop
Cause it feels so good, I'm oh so sprung
They way you work that tongue, it just makes me cum
I told all my homies, all about
The way I bust big nuts, in your mouth
On the boulevard, we're riding oh so real
Not Skyline, I'm talking about Foothill
And when it ended, you know what happened
I'm so hard I just can't stop macking
I know I gotta stop sooner, but I'll stop later
They call me Short Dog, I'm nothing but a player
I know what she's thinking, ";I'm falling in love";
But there's another freak I'm thinking of
She's got long long hair, she's not like you though
She'll do whatever I say, she'll even be my hoe
Cause I don't wanna get married, I'd rather freak Mary
Make good love and I do mean very
Wherever I go, it's the same old case
Same damn thing all over the place
(Nothing but bitches) Tight-ass jeans to pose in
I used to ride the strip trying to catch the hoes
They wasn't choosing, nope not these hoes
They wanted big time Vettes, riding brand new Vouges
So like I said before, I ain't tripping
Told myself it's time to stop bullshitting
Did the gangster walk, did it like this
Walked up to a girl and I called her a bitch
I said ";My name is $hort, I don't play games
I only play young bitches, now what's your name?";
She said ";I wouldn't tell you in all my life
You're just a little thug, you're not my type";
I said ";I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk";
East Oaktown is where I'm from
You see wherever I go, it's the same old case
Same damn thing all over the place
(Nothing but bitches) Mad cause I told the truth
I'm calling you one and you can call me, too
Call me Too $hort, call me ";Too Thin";
But you wouldn't get a dime out of this pimp
So just give it up baby and I'll run right through ya
Maybe just maybe I'll come back to ya
Like Too Clean, I'm riding Cadillac
I hit the strip, turn around, and come right back
See I'm a big mack, and every bitch in sight
Says ";Is that Short Dog sitting at a red light?";
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse One: Jay-Z
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look lifes a bitch, but im on her
I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga "Whateve for the cash, im with"
I dont have step, I leave it in youre averix
Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left
Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
Wether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all
Niggas aint ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up
Make a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what
Verse two: Too $hort
I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe come back
With my scratch, bitch I was born to mack
To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that
I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap
Only a few mc's get to hang that plaque
On the wall rappers ball, but they dont live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels
I roll right up in the hood I got tapes for sell
Bitches running in their house they cant wait to tell
Somebody, she got a new Too $hort tape
And hes spitting pimp game with his homeboy Jay
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse Three: Too $hort
Now here they come again the gold diggas trying to get paid,
Wanna trick the old rich niggas, trying to get laid
She'll suck his dick, as soon as she meet him
Dont have to sell a body for me I dont need her
To turn tricks for me, how much you cost bitch?
Im all about large bank deposits
On and off the mic I always set trends
Either you see with bitches, or Im rolling with pimps
Brook-laan to Oakland, I keep smokin'
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I dont fuck with broke hoes and I dont trick
But I'll still rub my big ass dick on her clit
Get her hooked, wanna be mine I need some money
If she aint kicking in all the time she dont want me
Verse Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant fuck with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that
So real when we drop this shit its in trouble
When I guess the pair you gotta ship it double
In the independent phenom, y'all minature dons
Wannabe jigga, pops styles and hennessy richa'
When I die, leave my canopy richa'
I put it down hard ever since I entered the pit'cha
Can fuck with me for records to the recreational cent'a
I got it wrapped y'all from the grammys to the back park
Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all
Be the voice for the streets we supply for years
And go platinum on our most quiet years
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Chorus:
Gotta get some lovin' (repeated)
Too $hort:
Gotta get me some pussy
Biotch
What's really goin' on?
Yeah, $hort Dog's in the house
Funky Fresh, Biotch
I seen you walking down the street had to stop
Turned up the radio, dropped the top
Say ya look so good, you're so fine
I'll take ya to my house, we'll spend some time
I know you feel me, you need to find me
And give me head while I'm doin' about 90
Biotch, believe it or not, I'm bout to come up
What's up with the Cop?
I'll get you in my car, let you work that tounge
Drivin' to my house, we'll have some fun
But this ain't no Too $hort freaky tale
Cause right now I'm goin' through a dry spell
Stopped fuckin' with the hoes, just ride and look
Dip to the house to get the porno books
Thinkin' to myself I gotta knock a bitch
I gotta get some pussy, man fuck this shit
Chorus
Bounced to the house all by myself
Can't get no pussy and I'm mad as hell
Cause magazines can't even do the trick
I guess I have to watch me a porno flick
Popped in the movie, they start fuckin'
He was lickin', she was suckin'
I watched them ol' nasty freaks
Wishin' that shit might happen to me
I got a beep and got juiced up hommie
Looked at my pager and it said "Tone Only"
I need a bitch that wanna give me some
Loves givin' head just to make me cum
Freak Nasty all on my dick
Just like the hoe in the porno flick
I went to bed without fuckin' a bitch
I gotta get some pussy man fuck this shit
Chorus:
I need a bitch, so I can get me some
She'll lick on these nuts and then make me cum
Get real freaky, had her pussy wet
Ease on in like an Oakland vet
Lay your ass down by the fireplace
Stick my dick in your mouth, let you have a taste
Of this skinny motherfucker with a big ol' dick
I'll let you ride it right after you lick it
See I come from the city of dope
>From the mouth to the pussy and back down your throat
I gotta get some, I keep thinkin' of sex
I wonder who'll call my beeper next
I keep callin' hoes, ain't no one home
And like a punk motherfucker I'm all alone
So I told myself, I'm knockin' a bitch
I gotta get some pussy man fuck this shit
Chorus:
Where it's at
Back on the streets and it's on again
Bumped a little freak named Sonja San
She jumped in the car and we started to ride
Just graduated from Oakland High
18 years, thick as hell
She look kinda young, but my dick can't tell
Ride through the town with my sunroof open
Thinkin' about the pussy, man, just hopin'
Later on, some Hennessay and Tangeray
Will have her ass so high, I get to fuck today
I hit a corner, and seen her Pops
She waved to him, smiled and told her "Stop"
I pulled over, looked at her father
He took one look and said, "You can't mess with partner"
I had to leave without my young bitch
Can't get no pussy man fuck this shit
You see some people like to play the dating game
Meet a new freak and ask "What's your name?"
Wine and dine and waste all that time
Spending money on a hoe cause you think she's fine
Holding hands at the movies, waiting much to fuck
Played like a sucker, you should know what's up
Getting dogged by a snotty, fake, broke-ass hoe
Listen to a real dog, cause I know
You get a pretty yellow bitch with that long-ass hair
Fine motherfucker trying to get with a player
Can't fuck worth shit, old stiff-ass bitch
Tried to get some head and she just kissed my dick
I need a bitch with a beeper, a full time tramp
She can't suck dick like she's licking a stamp
But she can lick it all around, or swallow it whole
Deep throat this big dick and act real bold
You go to sleep, she'll straight rob your ass
Cause hoes like to steal and take all your cash
And when hoes go to jail, pimps make bail
Take 'em to the stroll and let the pussy sell
Cause to a trick, they're just quick nuts
But to a grandmother, they're like big sluts
And if you're Short Dog, they look like bank rolls
If I ever go broke I'll just break hoes
Cause hoes were made to be broken
It happens every day in Oakland
I need a bitch, that's one thing I know
Put my money where my mouth is and just break that hoe
Two and fro, they like to run in pairs
Hit small towns and sell pussy everywhere
I ain't giving no bitches, no kind of slack
Cause Oakland California is where they made The Mack
Prostitution is the oldest profession
Kick back young partner, learn your lesson
Pimp till you die, as long as you know
Pimps ain't nothing but hoes
Getting paid, for everything you say
If a hoe wants to fuck you, she gots to pay
Keep the bitch broke and control the world
Cause when hoes get rich, they call 'em "call girls"
Now ain't nothing like a neighborhood trampy slut
Take a hoe to a spot and let her lick these nuts
Get a square bitch, you gotta lie to kick it
But with a nasty bitch, she'll just lick it and lick it
I had a square bitch, man, she looked way too cool
She said she loved me, but is that true?
She asked me could she be my lady
Wanted so much to have my baby
So what bitch? I popped your cherry
Hell fucking no, I don't wanna get married
Cause can't no bitch hound me
Talking that shit about a family
I wants no champagne, I drink gin and juice
Bring a bag of ice and watch a ho get loose
Spread the word, we're getting tossed tonight
And please don't trip on the cellulite
I got a fat bitch, sucking on my dick
Every day homie it's the same old shit
Don't look stupid, hoe, drop them goddamn drawers
Get your ass in the bed and let's fuck like dogs
On the very first night, we fucked
I got the pussy, I got sucked
I couldn't wait, she asked me why
I let the answer shoot straight in her eye, bitch
Hoes are like cum freaks, they suck you dry
The do what you say, and don't ask why
Who said that hoe ain't old enough?
If she could bleed, then she can fuck
Call me "Dirty Dog" but your cock stank
Motherfuckers think pimps ain't making bank
But the, pimp game just don't stop
You gotta be down to reach the top
I tell all my homies "Play these hoes"
Don't eat the pussy and play these hoes
Cause some of these hoes get tore up smoking
Bitches like that you find all through Oakland
Miniskirts and no panties on
When it's time to fuck, it don't take too long
And it's mandatory for hoes to simp
Catch other hoes and bring 'em to pimps
So take this game and keep it for life
Never make a hoe into a housewife
Just get a good bitch, a workaholic like Holly
Bitch so bold, she'll take a piss in the alley
And make big bank, it's the pussy is dope
They keep coming back until the tricks go broke
But if that hoe jumps off the track
I've been a dog ever since I was young
I saw The Mack and got all so sprung
I couldn't help it, I had to be just like that
With a stable of hoes and my pockets fat
But don't trip, I made up my mind when I was 17
I ain't with no marriage and a wedding ring
I be a player for life, forget about a wife
She just ain't my type
Cause i mack each hoe and get richer
And if it ain't like that then I forget ya
I know you're just a freak, hoe
You're so nasty
That's why you're stairin'
When you walk like pass me
Bitch, now you're lookin' back
All dogs must chase the cat
So here I come, I just wanna fuck you and cut
Treat you like trampy slut
So much game when homies' tough
Meet a bitch like you and smooth come up
I have your fake-ass closin' up bank accounts
Spittin' straight pimpgame from the Oakland-town
It's been done before and i do it again
Break your mama, your sista and all your friends
$hort dog's on the microphone
And I won't stop mackin' till my bank is long
So try to break me if you wanna
From me you get nothin' but drama
If you're a rich bitch, I got a new twist
And if you're with it, bitch
Then we can do this
Put me on the payroll
Bick me down bankroll
Buy me a benz and keep my tank full
Cause other than that, I don't need no brood
$hort Dog ain't nothin' but a dog...
I got all my game from East Oakland's street
So mothafuck you damn shit-head freaks
Couldn't pay me enough to treat you right
Cause $hort Dog ain't nothin' nice
Like a sucka-mothafucka let a bitch be boss
Tellin' him how much she wants
Let her use your car
I'm from oakland, bitch
And you can check my rap
I hear fake bitches get slapped
Let a bitch get bold with me
I start to act like Goldy
Tell me who's in the house now?
Shorty The Pimp
And I'm the last mothafucka
That will pay your rent
I ain't blind, I know you're fine as fuck
But you're a tramp, bitch
You ain't mine what's up?
Try to give me some pussy but I want some head
And I allready know everythin' you did
They say you fuck like old-ass tired bitch
But the word is out you suck some good ass dick
And I don't want nothin' if I can't get it all
You should know
Cause I ain't nothin' but a dog, bitch...
$hort dog ain't nothin' but a dog
Bitch, fuck with me and you gotta do it all
Most brothas try to take freaks out
I get a room and stick my dick in her mouth
They spend money on a movie and some dinner
But $hort Dog goes straight up in her
I give bitches no respect
And the way I run my game they understand this shit
You couldn't be like me cause you buy her things
Used to be a broke fiend and now it's diamond rings
I remember when I fucked your prom date
You bought a dress and everythin'
But she just couldn't wait for the pralm to end
So she can call me up it was our very first date
And it was cool to fuck
Now I be doin' this shit all the time
I got bitches on my mind
Can't change in 1992
Cause I still gotta find new, sweet, black
What should I call it? I won't say it
But if it's lain' on my bed, I'm a fade it
$hort dog ain't nothin' but a dog
Use to clown to hoes at the East Maid mall
I was actin' like a pimp when I was 7
Started to suckin' up game at 11
And at the age of young 14
I started to knock young bitches on the scene
Couldn't give a fuck less about a bitch
Thinkin' like that $hort Dog got rich
Now I'm makin' ends and you think i'm weak
Cause i'm allways downin' these toe-up freaks
Tell me who's the man
And who's the mouse, bitch?
That's right, album number ten, Short Dawg's in the house
It's gettin close to the end y'all
But we gonna kick it like this on the last album
Verse One: Too $hort
Now let me holler at ya partner, spit this game
in you ear for a minute, quit complaining
Bout how you can't spend it cause you ain't got it
You got what it takes but not enough to get started
I hope you get the message, no it's not a test it's
Just me ridin legit, they can't arrest me or bust me
I'm still hungry, I want some more stuff
Get fat and watch my whole crew blow up
So get yours, and buy my new album
Peep the game and don't be like Calvin
Get everything you want, get real, get you mail
Get your girl to make bail and get your ass out of jail
You should be gettin it, everything you want
Everything you dreamed of, never have to front
you shoulf be gettin it, gettin money
I'm talking bout you black, don't laugh it aint funny
You should get a good lawyer, like Johnny Cochran
Swear to tell the truth, hell no I didn't pop him
Get your kids in school, so they can get an education
Get a degree, and take a vacation
You see I got all my game from the streets of California
Young millionaire with no high school diploma
Livin real good, taking care of my folks
roll up a fat one for the players to smoke
Short Dawg in the house, I know you aint trippin
Cause Life is Too $hort you gotta Get In Where You Fit In
Stop looking for what you never seem to find
It ain't what you think you got to read between the lines
Cause life ain't long, for a young black man
Tryin to make money doing all he can
Sellin dope don't ya hope he would go to classB
But the boy makes money and he makes it fast
with the twenties on top and the fifties on the bottom
I fuck the top notches oh yes we got em
It's been a long time since I first got down
But I still keep makin these funky sounds
Get your money man
Get yours
Chorus: P-Funk
You should be gettin it
Get it while the gettin is good, get it while you can
you should be gettin it
Get it while the gettin is good (repeat as necessary)
Verse Two: Too $hort
I know you tired of being broke just hanging out
You gotta lot a dreams but you can't get out
The first thing you need to do is set your self some goals
Think positive, everything else is old
and work hard, never stop hustlin
Cause they just love to see the black man strugglin
(So what are you saying Todd?)
It's time to come up, put your dollar bills in the air
He said meet me at the White House and I was there
Cause I'm one in a million, black man rising
They wanna keep me down but I always surprise em
Spend my money in the hood, I know it's all good
and you should do the same I told you peep the game
Too $hort, you know I'm the man
I lend my brother a hand cause I know I can
I keep going and goin but I'm not the pink bunny
I'm not beatin on a drum I never stop thinkin money
I'm gettin all I can if you don't ya slip
I can't wait to get to heaven just to have a grip
When I was broke, I couldn't afford a meal
But now I'm now rich I can't be fake I gots to keep it real
It's been a long time baby since I first got down
But it still keep making these funky sounds
Chorus
(I earned my respect in the street
The ghetto's been good to me
I'm never going to turn my back
The true and living so I got to kick the facts)
MC Breed:
- Hell yeah
- We got Ant Banks in the house, Peewee in the house, Goldie in the house
- And we damn sure got Short Dawg in the house
- And I am the forever lastin Breed hahaha
Chorus:(Repeat 2X)
Ohhhh, givin up the funk
Short Dawg:
Now I'm about to get with this funk shit
And talk real bad to a punk bitch
Cause I'm that nigga she'll dream about
Stickin my dick all in her mouth
Cause that pussy don't last and i'm on the hunt
Bitches like that is all I want
But you playin that roll and can't say why
Bitch get wit it lets fuck tonight
It ain't cool, don't come with that shit
I'll fuck that fat ass from the back bitch
Tappin that ass like Gregory Hines
You can have this dick, but them legs is mine
Bitch, the pimp game is the motto
I'll put you in the back of my El Dorado
Make that money so the story goes
Ride that bitch like a set of vols
Dip in dip out of that traffic jam
Freaky little bitch gotta have it man
She like to get that money from all you tricks
Shit sound better than Parliament
I heard you was a hoe
Where's ya pimp?
Bitch chose me and quit fuckin with him
Old once a month funky cock bleedin bitch
Can't do shit except make me rich
Chorus:
Peewee:
You love to fuck around for free
But now you fuckin round with Peewee
And being fine just ain't enough hoe you's a diamond in the rough
So I'm sendin yo ass to D.C.
Get me some cash to get my ?indica?
Make my cd's, you tossin senators
You can't get crossed up with the pd's
They payin a cost to get g'd
You got frost on your knees
Fuckin and suckin them d's
They usually be havin you cheesin
I got the hook up for suckers
Skeezin for fees and you just send me them duckets
I'm buying beatin disease
You tellim me what you want bitch
You givin up the funk
But you gotta pay a lump
To this nigga name Peewee
From the R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D
Bitch you can't hang with me cause yo ass is scandalous
Bitch fuck it damn, that's the end
These bitches want these inches off the dick, cause I'm with the Dangerous
Crew
Motherfucker you's a punk and I can't hang with you
Ant Banks:
Yo, be comin straight out the pussy
Holdin my nut sack, quick let me bust that rap
How hoes get cussed at
Rashy, you was a warthog, now you's a muskrat
So tramp, I ?? your tramp to much bleedin
Tryin to pursue me, screw me do me
Wanted to do me, started to chew me, then she blew me
Ya'll stay off my level six
You can't proceed I'm like a rebel kid
Makin the devil get
Mad, when the bass and treble hit
So wise up
Keepin yo eyes up
I'm lookin for bitches and bitches to size up
I bust one and thumps one
I bust two and rise up
I'm ready to slide my dick in something hot as wet as you
I bet its you
I'm with the Dangerous Crew, so let us through
Give up the pussy, give up the head
Drop yo panties and rub your clit
Do the splits, rub your tits
Yeah, I like the freaky shit
So give it up to me straggla
Fuck the cheese and bragger
Before I knock her out, beat her down and drag her
Cause niggas be takin the pussy
Just give it up to me bitch
Don't fight it
The last bitch that tried it, don't fight it
I'm just like a bloodhound
You lick my balls and give me a rub down
You want me to eat your pussy, but you stank bitch
Go scrub down
I get up inside the pussy, spend my day in it
Lay in it, play in it
Wake up and go to sleep and still stay in it
Imagine my dick's the basketball
Yo pussy is the basket
I'm a dunk, smell the room you stank bitch
Cause you gave up the funk
Chorus:
M.C. Breed
Now as I slde on this track, I won't be dissin no bitches
I'll just be clockin my riches
Now bare witness as I spit this
Shit that give you the mumps, cause it bumps so tremendously
And niggas be knowin they flowin up tigh as they pretend to be
Some shit that they ain't
Some niggas front, but I can't
I'm sippin tough on the drink
And makin barrels of bank
Yeah, so niggas save that punk shit
I'm comin with that funk shit
See that's how i was raised and my real niggas want this
So nut up or keep walkin
And shut the fuck up when grown folks is talkin nigga
Before you get your back broke
Now what you wanna fuck with a Oakland city mack for?
The place you can trip on
Where the niggas be mackin, stealin, killin and pimpin to get they crip on
And take it to the next phase
We goin city to city, leavin hoes in a daze
That's why they call me bad ass
Cause I be puttin boogers on bitches and fartin loud with my fat ass
But yo, I gets paid for that
And its a fact I was strictly just made to mack
So what the fuck you know about me
A loked out, funky ass pimpin OG
Fool, you can open your eyes but you can't see
I just gave up the funk, now I'm O-U-T
Let's go ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
I know it's my car bitch,
you ain't trippinIt's your favorite color, on a lovely day
You let me reach right over,
and rub on your leg
I'm sayin all kind of shit, to make you smile
Put your seatbeat on, cause
I be drivin wildYou think
I'm like them other niggaz,
I just wanna fuck
But I like to get money and get my dick sucked
I ain't your average everyday little hoe nigga
And I can see through you bitch youse a gold diggertellin me stories,
about the richest man
But I'm Too $hort baby, the bitch's pimp
I come a long way from young and done the certified player
I get what I want, and I'ma holler at you later
If you ain't got game you might think
I'm a trickDon't play yourself girl you won't get no dick
I take you right back home so you can be witcha man
I know you sucker motherfuckers won't understand
See me with a bitch and say I floss too hard
These hoes ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car
She could care less about a real man
All she wants is a man with the meal plan
Pick her up in the Benz and hope she get to it
Every day is Halloween hoe, trick or treat
I throw your ass in the trunk with a bag of rats
Drop you off at Kaiser like they did in The Mack
I know you're broke, fantasizing like Mariahget a grip on my bumper,
rub your clit on my tire
You can ride on top or wrap your legs around the frame
but if you get in this car you gonna respect this gameand
I'm knowin that, I hope you know it too
Only real pimps know what I'm goin through
It's a daily mission, controllin these bitches
Uphold the pimpin, never start sympin
Got the cleanest drop Caddy for your eyes to see
So c'mon bitch and take a ride with me
Now I'm about big blocks, drop tops
White guts ending with much knock
Got loot but dough ain't even trippin on it
Got keys, to three hundred Z's, knowin these bitches
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car
I gave you a ride for some head cause my dick was soft
But if you ain't widdit I'ma drop you off
I got hoes all around me all day and night
And yo little pussy's just way too tight
for a big black dick like mine to slide in
I take my motherfuckin time and ride it
Cause ain't no punk bitches where I'm from
They like to suck niggaz dicks, and make us cum
So get butt-naked let me slap that ass
Play with them titties while I tap that ass
Slam your face in the pillow, and arch that back
Have you lovin this dick like it's made of crackcocaine,
and you know that costs
Can't fuck for free you got to pay the boss
Hundred dollar bills bitchI break your ass and won't feel shit
Cause pimpin, pimpin, that's my game
I got it from the O where it always rainspimp game, now it's time to roll
And take my hoes down to the hoe stroll
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car
You ain't slammin doors like me cause
I'm the coldest mack
From a brand new Benz to my old school 'llac
You ain't never gon stop my pimpin styleit's like two plus two, can you figure it out?
You say, what fo',
I say that's right
You know the answer nigga pimpin for life
What's a trick to a hoe, some dope to a fiend
What's a bag of weed if the shit ain't green
You say the game is forever, well so am I
You only got two choices bitch, hoe or dienow speak up, you better say somethin
Before I turn your ass back into a pumpkin
Cause ain't no motherfuckin fairy tales
Only Freaky Tales, and I tell em so well bitch
Now get your ass in the carDon't play me too close
I won't pimp you too hard
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
Bitch, funky fresh from Oakland, California...
Dangerous Music and it don't stop to the beat, baby...
Bitches on my mind
I can't hold back, now's the time
All you loud-mouth bitches talk too much
And you dick teasin' bitches never fuck
I seen long-hair bitches, workin in stitches
Her hair ain't really but two inches
All you bald-head hoes in the Oakland world
Runnin' around town with jheri curls
Nappy head niggas like myself
Get a bald-head and say: 'Go to hell!'
But you's a snake, you's the one
You bald-head bitch, you need a perm
So much game when the homies tough
I make a bitch go who never sucks
It really ain't life but I just met her
Now I'm sayin': 'Bitch, suck better!'
Fuck you, stupid hoe, tell me just what you know
I came to the party and turned it up
You say: 'Ouh, he's got a dirty mouth!'
But, bitch, I kept talkin' shit
Mothafuck you, damn shit-head bitch
I wanna blowjob and I'm not kiddin'
Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin'
I'm that nigga you'll answer to
If I say: 'Bitch, jump!', that's what you do
I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin' your mind
Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time
With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth
And you know damn well what I'm talkin' about
I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold
So mothafuck you, bitch, goddamn ass hoe
The dope fiend beat...
For all you junkies to just ride...
H-E-A-D, I need a doctor just for me
To suck my dick like a vet
To give me head until I sweat
She gotta suck dick
So I can tell all my homies just what she did
She sucked and sucked and she's a bitch to the beat
I'm Too $hort, I said my name is Too $hort and it don't stop
I love you bitches for the blowjobs
I just laugh over and over
When the bitch drinks sperm like it's soda
I straight start aimin', would I miss?
Get back bitch, I wouldn't never kiss
I say she looks so good and she's so big
But, man oh man, that bitch can wimp
If I wanna I could rock her
But I can't fuck no-head doctor
Bitches don't know that's Too $hort's tip
You might get geed if you don't suck dick
But I'm so fresh, I'm so down
I tell you bitches the other way around
If you do me first then I do you
So the game jumps up when the bitch is true
Soon as I come all in her mouth
I smooth get dressed and roll out
I'm Too $hort, baby, fresh fresh again
One MC, one bitch broken
I tell you, baby, playin' just like that
I'm the best of the players to the ice cold vet
And, bitch, you just a bitch
You work fastfood and you think you rich
You see, my game don't stop when it's on the one
I love to see you when you work that thang
Gettin' real busy at the back of the car
Rollin' down the Skyline Boulevard
I say: 'Bitch, what are you smokin'?'
A big fat dick in the big East Oakland
I see my homie, he needs to quit
She was walkin' down the street
With a big fat bitch, maybe I'm wrong
He might get every two weeks that welfare check
Oakland, California, is the city of snakes
Pimps, pussies, players and fakes
The big Oaktown, the city of liars
Fresh storewires and voltaires
A strip, bitches, nasty freaks
My raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats...
She's a bitch to the dope fiend beat...
All you junkies just ride...
Bitches on my mind
I can't hold back, now it's the time
To bust a left nut, right nut, in her jaw
Opened eyes and guess what I saw
Bitches on my mind
Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme
What would life be if it wasn't Too $hort
It be nothin' but rappers from old New York
But that's not likely and there's no doubt
Bitches like me cause I'm turnin' it out
I'm here, there, everywhere
Sportin' fat gold rope, I'm a mothafuckin' player
Recognize game when it's on your face
As you dip to the beat and you feel the bass
Crook it up loud, would be doin' fine
Pose like a pimp and check my rhyme
Some young tender dosen't like this beat
But a bitch ain't nothin' but a word to me
I can check her, wreck her, or just get paid
Cut to the house and freak my maid
You see, she dosen't speak english but we don't talk
I call her Lucy and she's juicy, makes your eye balls walk
We never hesitate to make good love
She clean up my house and then clean me up
So check it out, you bitches
I tell you a story of rags to riches
So check it out, freak nasty
I know you're fine but you look like Lassie
Bitch, not a long ago I used to hang at the mall
Top floor, baby, all the freaks I called
And if they didn't wanna come that ain't shit
I just drop a few lines and then call her bitch...
Short Dog's in the house, once again with this pimp shit
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
For fifteen years I've been a real player
So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah
I met this girl in Atlanta
She let a nigga fuck but I still can't stand her
The pussy wasn't good I said "What's up bitch?
I'm tired of fuckin' can you suck dick?"
She said "No", but she had another friend
So I switched like a real pimp
Laying on my back with my dick in her mouth
I said "BeyotchWhat you talkin' 'bout?"
She mumbled something, I don't know what she said
Smoking on a joint gettin some bomb-ass head
Bitch said her name was Theresa
All on my dick like cheese on pizza
In the A-T-L where the grass is greener
I fucked Nina, Melina, Sabrina and Tina
When I first moved out there, I met Holly
Five-foot one with a bad ass body
Freaky little bitch she was a Gemini
She used to stand up and say "Shoot it in my eye!"
I met another girl went to Spellman College
Every day after school I aquired the knowledge
I took her to my house so I could get some
I fucked her real good and made the bitch cum
She was hella limber, said her name was Amber
She wouldn't stop screaming, that's all I remember
I had another freak, her name was Wendy
When I first met the bitch she said "Please don't pimp me!"
I did it anyway
I'm coming straight from Oakland, C-A
Ain't no other way, like my girl Shante
She lives in Atlanta, but she comes from the Bay
Let me hit that hometown pussy on the strimp
Look out for a nigga, treat me like a pimp
You know I can't forget about the strippers
Cinderella with the glass slipper
Top down in the Benz ain't spendin' no ends
Fat bag of indo, bring all your friends
It's like Lotto, you get a quick pick
Bitches said they heard I had a big dick
So I showed it to 'em, only took one second
Dick rock hard, bitches gettin' nekked
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
For fifteen years I've been a real player
So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah
I know another bitch, her name is Terri
I lied to the bitch "It's about time I get married"
I couldn't see me pimpin' her
So I fucked her next door neighbor, Jennifer
She had two roommates, Cindy and Amy
Terri caught me creepin' and said "Nigga don't play me!"
But them hoes liked to freak
I used to send 'em new niggas every other week
I never would tell you all the hoes I fucked
These are the tales, some of this shit I made up
I change the name so I can rhyme and shit
So if it's you, you know the time bitch
I spent the night with Monique in between the sheets
It was her, her girlfriend April and me
I do it on the regular, two at a time
Call it what you want I be a fool wit' mine
Like them Texas niggas, I never would change
Like my niggas up in Cleveland spit the good game
These hoes recognize when I come in the door
I ain't trickin bitch, so what you want me for?
Like Natalie, swearin' up and down I had to be the one
Bitch lets have some fun
I fucked her, you thought I didn't
Short Dog's in the house and I keep on pimpin'
So then I fucked the twins, Sharon and Karen
Went straight for the panties, but they wasn't wearin 'em
Don't ask me who I fucked first, it ain't my fault
In the end, I still got the same results
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
For fifteen years I've been a real player
So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah
Hell yeah, I never would forget Charlene
We was layin real close like two sardines
Talkin', laughin', kissin' and shit
Next thing I know she started kissin' my dick
You know the rest, before she left I paged Mia
I told her "I got a new freak over here"
She rushed over, I left and when I came back
Them hoes was lickin' cats
They call me "Short" when I'm pimpin', "Dog" when I'm mackin'
Gotta get the money, thats all thats happenin'
She wants to be my love slave, I need some bug spray
To keep these hoes away
I never would tell you all the hoes I fucked
These are the tales, some of this shit I made up
I change the name so I can rhyme and shit
So if it's you, you know the time bitch
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
For fifteen years I've been a real player
So if you wanna get fucked say hell yeah (hell yeah)
Beyotch
And it don't stop
Old school Short Dog
Still spittin' it
Still gettin' it
Gettin' that money
Eastside baby, Oakland
You ain't knowin?
INTRO
(Bitch!)
Bitches keep comin up $hort
Fuckin with Too $hort,Too $hort
(Bitch!)
Too $hort,Too $hort
REPEAT
Now fuck around and get a 5 finger hand PRINT straight across your face
to make sure you bitches understand that I'm a pimp-mack-player-ass nigga
Not a gentleman ain't gonna be no sucker-ass swindlin
I know ya starvin bitch what you GONNA eat?
Just because I PICKED you up I guess you waitin on me
It ain't goin be that,you shoulda ate or bought'cha ass a plate
Cos on this date we just fuckin till it's late
I ain't Romeo,Prince Charming or knight in shining armour
I'm only out to fuck a bitch,fuck tryin to charm her
I treat a fine ass bitch like dirt
No money in her purse,a fuck is all SHES worth
Lookin hella good in the club like a ho
Bitch,you need to go find a nigga to buy some MORE drinks
At the bar,fill you up with Long Islands
While I be all in your face tryin to fuck smilin
Cos Short Dawg'll never cater to you hos
And if you ain't fuckin I say ";Later"; to you hos
So if you bitches gotta plot
You better get gonna get shot fuckin with Short Dawg
Bitches keep comin up $hort
Fuckin with Too $hort,Too $hort
(Bitch!)
REPEAT
Bitches be like rabbits WANTING diamonds and carats
See my car,see my house and they think I'm a sheriff
I ain't never been a marked bitch,you too ballsy
Wanna drive my car closed-up,that's when you lost me
I tell a bitch real quick,I ain't no TOOTSY ROLL
All you good fo' is some head and some pussy,ho!
And if the pussy and the head tight,we fuck em twice
Cos Short Dawg ain't nuttin nice
Bitch jumped in the car,asks me where we goin?
I'm Shorty the Pimp bitch,you goin hoin
Fucked in the car with my pants and my jacket on
RAISED UP OUT the pussy,now I'm in the traffic
Now pussy still wet,got my dick in her hand
Lickin all around it,rollin through the flat lands
STICKIN TO MY SCRIPT,never pussy-whipped
Seein niggas with them bitches,IM A TAURUS THE PIMP
I use to break hos for Scrilla,BUT NOW I GOT MINE AND
I'm makin bank rolls for real-a and rockin town bitches
Livin large for a night,turn back into PUMPKINS
When I'm through fuckin,bitches leavin with nothin
Bitches keep comin up $hort
Fuckin with Too $hort,Too $hort
(Bitch!)
Too-Too $hort,Too $hort(Hos can't fuck with me)
(Bitch!)Too $hort
Now break it down to the beat one time!
Ol' School.Tell ya lil' somethin about Shorty
I'm the East Oakland player,lovers are mooshy
I fuck a different ho a day and leave rubbers and pussy
Bitches keep lookin for some Too $hort NUTS
Squeezin on a rubber tryin ta pull it off and make it bust
Bitch might lose her mind if I raw-dig her
Get pregnant,move her in and make Ma and Pa richer
No more player,no Shorty the Pimp
I get payed,divert a cheque and get forty per cent
All the homies talkin bad,hair down,walkin sad
Got the broad livin with me,baby sayin ";Dad!";
Sex played out and ol'Shorty's bored getting fat!
Then my bitch turn into a rat
I could try to mack again but the bitches won't want me
Cos I'm all washed up,broke,fat and funky
Short Dawg is through,people call me Todd Shaw
All the rappers who was fake ON THE mic,got raw
Ugly hos playin hard-to-get,sold all my cars
Now I ride the bus and shit
I had a '94 Lexus,Rolexes,I sold it all
Now I can't afford breakfast
I lost everything I worked to be
Never thought I'd be a trick,payin hos to serve me
Shit!Snap back came out of my dream
Shit can really happen if you know what I mean?
But fuck a wife biatch,stay away
Don't wanna own a pussy,keep the babies on lay-away
Bitch CALLED MY HOME,said it was mine
She didn't know I fucked her with a dildo the whole time
Star-struck bitch seein dollar signs,she think the WORLD is fine
Playin games so I taught her mine
Tryin to play her prayer got caught in a trap
Learnt a lesson from the game that I taught in my rap
Bitches keep comin up $hort
Fuckin with Too $hort,Too $hort
(Bitch!)
REPEAT
H-E-A-D,
All you washed up hoes tryin to throw that P
You're just a big freak, you better not complain,
When you hear these cocktails and you hear your name.
If you a fake bitch, ain't no thing
I'll pick up the phone and call Janine.
If I call Marie, I know for a fact
I'm gettin fucked in my drop top cadillac
I met this freak named Naomi
Straight dick sucker worked me and my homies.
She had a girlfriend, her name was Vicki
I pulled her to the side and let her suck my dick.
She was fine as fuck, but can't fuck with Tina
Tina, Tina, the sperm cleana.
I took her to my house and told her strip
Baby got freaky-started doing the splits.
I said, ";Bitch!!! Do what you want
Cause this true blue mack won't even front";.
I fucked her with my finger, she tried to cum
Pussy so tight, it wouldn't give me none
I'm Too $hort baby couldn't be no punk
I'm trying to get freaky cause I love the funk
My dick is big and her nigga had a little one,
I didn't fuck her freaky ass, but it was still fun.
I know you stop and wonder just what it is..
It's the California lifestyle that I live.
My name is Short, my game is long
I freak these hoes and sing these songs.
I know this girl named Annette
Get her all alone and she'll suck your dick
Hella freaky...won't say no for shit
You and her all alone, nigga that's your bitch.
I know another freak her name's Joanne
I always get the pussy cuz I know I can
Finest bitch around, ain't got no man
Everytime she cross my mind I go fuck her again.
She's like another bitch named Christine
Bitch so dumb, I named her misdemeanor
Cuz it had to be a crime to be that dumb
I took her to my house and she let me cum in her mouth
You know I did all that shit
She got my number, if she beep me, I'm gonna call that bitch,
And go dig in them guts like a gardener,
If she starts screamin', I'm gonna fuck the bitch harder.
Cause these are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales I tell so well
You don't like my dirty rap you can go to hell
Cuz SAhort Dogg's on the mike tellin' cocktails.
I meet the groupies, hookers like Kathy,
Fucking M.C.'s cause she's so nasty,
See her backstage trying to throw that ass,
She just like the freaks and she had to pass me that pussy
You can't stop the bitch
Let her roll on my rolls then I drop the bitch
My name is Short my game is long
I freak these hoes and sing these songs.
I know another girl named Stephanie
Do anything she can to have sex with me
She really don't bring out the best in me
But I love her fine ass laying next to me.
She's like another freak named Nicole
So damn sprung on my diamonds and gold
I took her to my house, she gave me the panties
I fucked her so good she told her friend named Angie.
Angie called me up about two weeks later
Talking some shit about do me player
So I did her just like Tamara,
Taking naked pictures with my poloroid camera.
Next they told a girl named Rocquelle
Got my skin all under her fingernails
She was diggin in my back while I grind the shit
That was way back now I can't find the bitch
But if I do, I'll probably do the same again
Break the bitch for everything cuz I came to pimp.
I'm Too Short baby, I don't stop mackin
I grab the microphone and I don't stop rappin
You can bet your life as I spit these raps
I'll be fucking em' up like that...BITCH.
I know another trick her name was Shery,
I had to cut her loose cuz she wanted to get married
Pussy so good and I do mean very...
SOmetimes it's shaved and sometimes it's hairy.
I'm Short Dogg ain't nothing nice
You ever make me mad and I'll fuck your wife
Have fun with your bitch and have her sprung on my dick.
I guess I'll pull it out and just cum on your bitch
Like my other little tramp named Erika
ANywhere I want to fuck that's where I fuck
Cuz she's the freakiest bitch in America
Everytime I get the pussy I just tear it up....
Cuz these are the tales the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
You don't like my dirty raps you can go to hell
Cuz Short Dogg is on the mike telling cocktales!!!!!!!!!
[E-40]
It be her friends nigga that's who
It be your bitch friends nigga they be..
Nigga they be all up in your mix nigga
I don't even, ay nigga she don't love you nigga
She just used to you nigga, oh boy!
[Intro] + (E-40)
I can't tell but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it inside I've got my pride so tell me what's the deal
(What's the deal?)
Is it love, or just could it be, that you're used to me?
(She used to you nigga!)
It's been some time but you're still on my mind
So baby talk to me
[E-40]
You took her she went from the
ghetto streets, to executive streets electronic beeps
Two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's
Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game
Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
Sprung.. SPRUNG?
Not on yo' dick dick (but what) but on yo' tongue tongue
Jealous (jealous) overprotective (protective)
E'ry chance you get, you slack bruh
[Too $hort]
Domestic violence, she got you whylin
Do yo' thang, I don't understand how you get mad
Cause you fuck around to beat her ass
And she don't wanna be around you
Now you miss her lil' funky ass breath in the mornin
Call her up, tell her how you want it
To be in love you gotta pay yo' dues
The bitch got you singin the blues, nigga
[Chorus]
I can't tell but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it inside I've got my pride so tell me what's the deal
Is it love, or just could it be, that you're used to me?
It's been some time but you're still on my mind, so baby talk to me
[Too $hort]
Domestic violence, that's what they call it
You don't smoke weed and you ain't a alcoholic
Ain't nothin wrong, with bein in love
But you act like a fool when you see her in the club
It's like me and my money, "Can't Stay Away"
Together, twenty-fo' hours a day
Real love - but can you tell if it's real?
Bitch you better tell me how you feel!
[E-40]
L-U-V, luv (LUV!) Backwards that spells EVIL (evil)
Connivin, triflin ass people (people)
Uhh - kinda soda(?)
Wifebeater tanktop, restrainin order
All up in her kitchen (in her kitchen)
But have you noticed how she fuck different (different)
It ain't the crevice that you wanna shank
It's me - 'Fat Bank Take Little Bank', BEO-EO-ITCH! .. SHEEEAT!
[Chorus]
[E-40]
I was in the jun-gle, Marin City
Get some butt she set me up and never let me fuck!
It's about approximately 20 minutes past the hour
I'm in the Eddie Bauer
[Too $hort]
It's so comfortable, we can't fuck around no mo'
You makin deals, you need to clown that ho
But you forgive her, can't live with her
Can't live without her - but you doubt her
[E-40]
Love (LOVE!) Sometimes spells catastrophe
Elizabeth, Marcia, Daphne
He wanted mo' sex (mo' sex!)
The bitch stole his Rolex (Rolex)
[Too $hort]
You know why? The bitch shouldn'ta been trusted
Do you wanna love her, do you wanna fuck the bitch
Makes no difference, handle yo' business
If it ain't love, then what the fuck is this?
Too Short:
Say hoe
yeah you
Can I ask you a question
You like to fuck?
Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that
Will you like to make love?
I saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and your so fine
Young tender, would you be mine
I get you in my car, drive you to my house
Cuz I'm a mack, I could turn you out
I wont ask, and I sure won't beg
Reach right over and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip a finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't watch the clock
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest resturant
Buy you any damn thing that you want
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose
But later on you're coming off with them panyhose
You want gold, girl whats next
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, Don't say I won't
Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't
-girls voice-
Nigga please, you provoke no feeling
You must of forgot, the girls of whom you're dealing
We haven't the urge, to get busy
Like those dizy lizys, who used to dance for you, your through
I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted
You're addicted, to the words you inflicted
Time after time, line after line
Talking bout the bitches that are on your mind
Do they call you $hort because of your height or your weight?
Diss me boy, I'll hang your balls from a cliff
Wrapped around a slinky, your a dinky
It's an easy task, to the corner cause the curb didn't want your ass
Your name is yuck mouth, you don't brush
Gotta cover your mouth like this
They call you yuck mouth
You refuse to brush, no sweetheart you can keep that kiss
Your a freak with no tale
You have no ass, class,you can't pass, your simply trash
Your a typical nigga, the kind you don't take home
???? tights and Barbie from the dangerous zone
Like a short dogg that carries fleas
You make my ass itch, twitch, don't you wish you could scratch it
And grab it like you want it
The name fits cause your all up on it...
-Too $hort-
Get mad if you want, I won't front
When it's time to hump, won't be no punk
Roll your ass over and tap the butt
Too $hort baby all in them guts
I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet
Every letter I'll write'll get your pussy wet
It's just a freaky note, from me to you
At the bottom I signed it Playboy II
I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew
Like every other nigga in my crew
I bump hoes, now it's your turn
Tell me young tender when will you learn
I cold mack like pimps you know
Won't sell you dope or sell you blow
Just your average everyday straight bump up bitch
My gold rings come from spitz
Look baby, You know what I want
Your acting like it's that time of the month
Are you bleeding, can't think about sex
Irritated by your Kotex
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I'll pull out my dick bitch, you can suck
Now here, don't say I won't
Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't...
-Girls Voice-
Punk I'm not a tease, I'm not a skeezer
And most definately, not a dick pleaser
You dreaming, and scheaming, and fiending for my lust
You don't have enough, for you I feel disgust
Wait, small thing I hate
For goodness sakes, if I wanted someone small I would masturbate
I'm not talking 'bout your height, weight, or what you dream
When I say too short, you know what I mean
You see, I need man, not a boy to approach me
Your lame game, really insults me
Your name is Too $hort, or shall I say too skinny
If size were money honey, you wouldn't have a penny
Little boy, your not a player
I'm your savior
To try to get at me shows your bodacious behavior
I have to sit on my feet to come down to your level
Your mother should have hung you, from her umbilical cord
If she would have known your mission
Okay little boy, here's a proposition
You wanna bit of danger, Step you to my zone
You call yourself a dogg, thatz how I'll send you home
With your tail between your legs, screeching and whining
Jealous of you got some, nigga please your lying
Cause I fight the feeling, that would have to be one
And mathmatically, me plus you equals none...
-Rappin 4 Tay-
I am the rapper that they call 4 tay
I'm gon tell you like my homie Short Dogg would say
Hoes in the world, trying to play it sweet
Knowing damn well that they wanna freak
Some do this for maybe a week
And then it's cool to get up under the sheets
Trying to work that thang, but she said no
That's about as far as it's going to go
So I toss and turn, to make it loose
Finally she feels the act right juice
Some of you hoes say, oh that's nasty
Back of your coat say sweet and sassy
24 deep, that's how you sleep
Undercover freak every day of the week
You see some of you freaks just need to quit it
Playing that role like you ain't with it
The rest of you freaks just won't admit it
Especially when you know just who can get it
Ain't body tripping cuz I know I'm right
You could be black or you could be white
For a black girl it really don't take too long
but a white girl's always tryin to turn ya on
With a little squeze, but it's just a tease
Give her some time, she'll be on her knees
Then I'll pick her up, so I can work the butt
Baby, I just wanna try to bust a nut
But don't get me wrong, cause you started it all
coming to my house in a camisole
But when it's time for me to shove
Then you front on all that love
First you said that I deserve it
Now you fight, don't want to serve it
Gave it some time, so make up your mind
Don't fight the feeling, it's time to unwind
You was talking 'bout you gunna give my some
But I'm Rappin 4 Tay it don't make me numb...
-Too $hort-
Yeah man, the little hoes got ill
So now it's time to get way to real
I know they never have some real dick
They need to quit talking that childish shit
You wanna rank hoe
Go get your bank hoe
My little dick'll have you screaming though
Because when it comes to sex, you don't know what's up
Your still playing that finger fuck
See I'm a grown man
I bust some young cock out
I like big butts, not big mouths
I know some little girls'll break you down in bed
Pull your drawers down, give you some head
But little girl, you wanna have some fun
You better go to magic mountain cuz your way too young
So at this point, I can't really say shit
[Too $hort]
Yeah you know, we always tryin to get this money, that's what we do
It ain't easy.. but I'm tellin you, it ain't hard either
All you gotta do is keep hustlin man, don't ever give up
I don't care what it is, handle yo' biz
Forget about the woulda, coulda, and if I did's
Cause that's just the past, you know it never lasts
And you know how time flies by so fast
Look at rap music, they said it was a fad
But now it's takin over, and I'm so glad
Cause I never stopped rappin, but that's what I do
If you quit yo' thang, you might never find the truth
I had choices in life, I coulda did somethin else
I did what I wanted to, I did it for myself
Now whatcha gon' do with yo' life
People try to tell you what to do, it's yo' life
You better make the most of it, live to the fullest
Think positive and don't dwell on the BULLSHIT
I can't tell you no better
If you thinkin 'bout quittin, don't ever
[Chorus: Too $hort]
Don't ever give up, I know it ain't workin
It's been a long time, you never stop tryin
But you can't quit, you gotta keep goin
You already knowin, you can't give up
Don't ever give up, give it all you got
It only gets better, never say never
You know you can't quit, you gotta keep goin
You already knowin, you can't give up, you just cain't!
[Too $hort]
Comin up is hard, givin up is easy
You always get the game from your homey Too Sheezy
I keep it so real, never spit it false
I hope you make it big and if you ever fall off
Remember these words, it's only what you make it
Anything is possible you want it better take it
I ain't talkin 'bout stealin, felonies'll ruin it
Stupid all I'm talkin 'bout is takin opportunities
Doors open up and when you get another chance
Either hold up the wall, or get out there and dance
It's on you, do what you wanna do
You know why everybody always punkin you
Talkin shit they know you're bluffin, won't do nothin
Sittin on the shelf like Stove Top Stuffin
I know you had enough and want to call it quits
Believe me, this ain't it
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
Isn't hard to see, use your eyes
It's time to tell the truth, cause we through witcha lies
Utilize all your steppin stones, gotta be prepared
Sittin 'round dreamin how you bout to be a player
The years and the time fly, you ain't even workin
Went by overnight you went from 18 to 30
Nothin goin on, never set a goal
Dreams can't come true, and now you gettin old
You start to represent, everything you hate
But don't give up, cause it's never too late
All you need is a plan, a purpose and a motto
And quit livin life like you 'bout to hit the lotto
Get rich on your own, buy a new home
Keep your real friends, leave them haters alone
I see you when you get there, rollin to the bank
I know you cain't let go, I know you cain't
[Chorus] (minus first "don't")
[Too $hort]
Nah we can't give up, gotta keep hustlin for life baby
It's hard on the black man, tryin to get my stack together y'know?
I heard there was a rumor Too $hort was dead
Walked in the house and got shot in the head
I know you don't believe it, if you do you're wrong
How can I die and rock it all night long?
I'm Too $hort baby, spit that rap
I put Oakland, California on the map
It's so hard, got you telling lies
Can't hold me back so you say I died
It's incredible, I came back to life
I never let 'em bury me without my mic
I keep breathing, don't stop that breath
Now everybody's talking about Too $hort's death
Am I a zombie, or something close?
I'm not Casper, I mack all the ghosts
Oaktown style is the only way
I catch a new freak every day
It's not the Yellow Brick Road, it's called the Foothill Strip
Stand on your toes, make your heels go click
Three times, it's no place like home
So why you wanna bury me all alone
I bring a new meaning to underground rap
Dead or Alive, I'm still Born to Mack
Always on the pop charts, straight rapping
I'm not dead, I'm just macking
So as the word turns, I'm a living soul
I even heard a rumor that I overdosed
I'm not a reincarnation of something old
Like King Tut I was buried in gold
Why you wanna cry when I'm still living?
Word got out and the rumors started spreading
My momma, called one night
Said "Todd, are you all right?
The whole family's got the Too $hort blues
I heard it last night on the evening news"
And that's bad, it's not even true
I told my momma like this "Let's sue"
So many times, I heard I died
I guess I'm like a cat and I got nine lives
Well I'm the P-L-A, Y-E-R
I lay bunnies, like Hugh Heffner
I'm her flavor, kinda saucy
I lay back and let the young freak toss me
Even if she don't like serving a pimp
I'm still living, so let's do it again
I keep rapping, hard as hell
Cause your rumors make my records sell
If you continue, I'll soon be rich
Riding around town going "Biiiitch!"
People always say "Too $hort can't rap"
Now I drive a Benz and my bank is fat
It's like crap, put a "c" on a rhyme
Ain't nothing left homie but a scandalous crime
I'm the best damn rapper you could ever hate
Say I died on the freeway in the earthquake
Say I'm washed up, say I'm through
But the fact still stands I'm better than you
You got rhymes? Well I got more
I take you on a trip to my rappin' store
You find rhymes and raps, poems and caps
Way more raps than any rapper could rap
Cause if you rap like me, he wouldn't have to be
Weak on the mic like my boy MC
It don't stop, to the funky beat
I know you like dancing with a real big freak
I can't dance, but I sure can rhyme
I sold a million, in '89
And if you didn't know baby, it's the 90's now
Old Short Dog got a new breakdown
I went to Miko's, fresh candy paint
Now I'm doing things that the suckers can't
If I was dead, they'd call it "Dead Man's Rap"
But on the real, Short Dog is back
Funk funky, off the Parliament
I'm still living, so let's do it again
It's incredible, even if I die
I never let 'em bury me without my mic
I bring a new meaning, to underground rap
Dead or alive, I'm still Born to Mack
I say "What's up" to my homies in Santa Rita
Right about now I know you need a
Too $hort rhyme to get you through the day
Oaktown style is the only way
I came up, and now I've sworn
To rock this mic til I can't no more
And that's game, straight pop the most
MC rapper from the West Coast
Too $hort, dead or alive
I still chill on the Eastside
Cause I remember how it all began
House parties in East Oakland
Now it's on the pop charts, still rapping
So you motherfuckers thought
I was gonna change my style?
So what are you saying Todd?
To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit
Here's another rap that I'm ready to spit
It goes like this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up like never before
Pimp slaps, makin' snaps
Cold cash money and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want none
But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this
Trues and vogues ain't really shit
Wanna roll so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch playin' Too $hort rhymes
If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about that money
But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. economy and a cure for cancer?"
I said, what are you doin' in the White House
If you're not sellin' cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob
What is life? Life is Too $hort
I play the bitches like it's a sport
Yeah, I'll play the bitches just like y'all
Like Dr. J played basketball
You can call me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight, bitch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true
So much death in the Oakland streets
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend
Tryin' to get high, tryin' to steal my ring
I really can't say, 'cause I don't know why
People out here droppin' dead like flies
I used to see a home boy givin' five
Now I say, "Man, you're still alive?"
Cold as hell, the town I'm from
Won't last too long when you're fakin' the funk
I'm the master rapper, so unique
Clap my hand when I want my freak
You can't deny it, you know I'm right
I turn any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I won't kick back, or relax
Till he knows I'm the best at the MC rap
Till he knows Too $hort, set the track
They got him caught up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't spit straight game on the mic
'Cause he's worse than a fag or a Frisco dike
He's a sucker MC, I call him punk
Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk
You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't listen to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you sucker MC's
To the end of the world and push you over
Good luck couldn't find you in a four leaf clover
If I ever said a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might fall down
Gettin' clowned by the hound from east Oaktown
And the look in your face when you're lickin' that tooth
Could make a grown man die, laughin' at you
'Cause you're a, no rappin', no rhymin'
Played out fake ass Simple Simon
I never understood one word you said
But you're swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em dead
There's only one thing, I wanted to know
Sucker motherfucker, where's the joke?
I'm the player of players, just call me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I don't stop
I just don't stop mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't stop rappin' now you see what happens
Your mind is gone, your crew just cut
Sucker MC I'll tell you what
Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same
And when it comes to game, you are lame
Never even heard of Too $hort baby
Hit Oakland in 1980
Singin' mo' raps than a rap could rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's don't waste my time
There's a girl I know her name is Betty
Straight to the head just rock it steady
She's so freaky she'll juice you up
All the home boys just can't get enough
She's a Ph.D., don't even stop
In the back like that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, won't say she's black
She's the kind of girl that make your knees go crack
Feel the beat, rock with me
Let me tell you what I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC rapper
A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper
Hey baby, I got this rhyme
It's not gonna stop till the end of time
Like rock and roll I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all night long
So liten up, to what I'm sayin'
I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain't playin'
To all the home boys doin' time in the pen
Gonna rock this beat for you once again
If you can't get out and you're mad as hell
Say bitch, now make it sound for real
I'ma tear shit up, if I get the chance
I could give a fuck less if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big mack now, I'm so great
I was born and raised in the Golden State
Call me T O O, if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some more
Big bank, now just make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich
Check out my style, baby I don't quit
I heard this freak say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, fucked the rake
Too $hort baby damn sure ain't fake
But the sucker MC's are screamin' loud
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth
How can you talk about me, and call me weak
When your father smokes coke and you mother's a freak
So I keep on rappin', if nothin' else
Keep your jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, he's a MC right
Ain't sayin' nothin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck with me, and boy you're doomed
I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room
'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
Like a 357 pointed at your dome
I got cap for cap, you never heard
So fresh again with cusswords
Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' with me
Fuck a skank bitch and a sucker MC
All you bastards got the claps
And fuck you punk 'cause you still can't rap
Cusswords, just let 'em know
Motherfuckin' shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, just don't quit
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch
It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop
And it don't stop, and it won't stop, bitch
City of Dope, I call it Oak
Can't be broke, selling coke
Fat ropes, shattered hopes
Fresh cars and all that dope
Baseheads keep the trade alive
Nobody know about a 9 to 5
Everybody's just trying to survive
You need a gun, can't use those knives
You got a bullet? Well just pull it
And if you trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psychomaniac sick in his head
Wanna be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new drop-top white Corvette
Now he's buying keys, making G's
And all the girls say "Won't you please
Take me" In the City of Dope
See I'm hard as hell, no ghetto tale
You play a gun, but the game is real
You want to stop my money, how?
You keep smoking, I'm selling out
It's called the City of Dope, might be your town
Get a piece of the rock, turn your life around
So cool, don't even trip
You got the sack, get on the tip
A resident in the City of Dope
And every day I'm selling coke
I'm never broke, I don't smoke
I sold a rock and made you have a stroke
Pay cold cash you know, I won't need Bruno
I'll hit you with my gat and then I won't come back
Like ym peanut butter top with the candy paint
All the high school tenders drop down and faint
In the City of Dope
Life in a coke town, heard it before
Think it's all been said, but it's so much more
It's like midnight, slanging rock
Task force just hit the block
Time to make a move, the spot got hot
You chase a cop, homeboy why not?
She lit the match and light the crack
Ain't giving no bitches no kind of slack
Or if you're playing the game, you're thinking the same
Goddamn that rock cocaine
I've seen a lot of my friends go off that pipe
And every night smoke coke that's white
So when you get up, man, there you go
You and that pipe just dogging the hoes
In the City of Dope, and the story goes
Want to be like free, breaking millions of loaves
In the City of Dope, where the color is gold
On your neck, and your fingers, and your brand new Rolls
Enough said, but my rap won't end
It's on a one way trip to San Quinten
Like you my friend, ain't nothing new
You want to grind that boat til it's way past two
You say it's not easy, that you're so hard
Sporting gold tone Z's, not credit cards
Got clout turn 'em out, you got bitches
You say you're not fake, but I'm telling you this is
The City of Dope, might be your world
Get a beeper homeboy and just sell that girl
I'm from the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
In the City of Dope
Smoking weed, rolling 'em fat
You wonder where the boy learned to act like that
Hey was raised in the ghetto and felt the need
To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
But the tale goes on and years went by
Another drug came and the boy got high
Ever since that day, he just wasn't the same
Where I come from, we call it "rock cocaine"
Where you come from, you might call it "crack"
But wherever he went, you see he never came back
I tried to tell the motherfucker, but he don't know
I say to coke, "Pimp that ho"
I don't live in a mansion but I drive a Benz
Cut to the turf and collect my ends
Say "Look here freak, kick me down
I don't have time to talk right now"
Got to go to, my next hoe
And get kicked down, a little more
Left right left, down the street
Getting paid freak by freak
There you see me, there you don't
You wonder will I, or won't
Is it yes, is it no?
But does it really matter you freaky hoe?
Verse One: Erick Sermon
Whoo! Ah ah, ayahh, ahh ahh ahh
And you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bond
Now introducing the sound from the ghetto
E Double and Too $hort, what the fuck you thought?
I come with the ruckus, It's My Thing when I swing
I'm Born to Mack, always strapped, with the black gat
Who out there I swear boy wanna get touched
Roll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so DUCK
I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga
Five hundred S drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy Lestat, check my track record
Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean? I roll the blunt
and puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minute
Crazy hoes be jockin me cuz I be rockin B
Sewin up like Monopoly, nobody's stoppin me
Dig it, Funkdafied like Brat, how's that?
I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack
Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit
Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls
You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not
You might get beat down and stomped like Sasquatch
Your girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna fuck her
Psych, I already stuck her
I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up
Here's an icepack homeboy shut the hell up
I rock the mic with Too $hort, y'all niggaz know what's happenin
Everything he touch goes platinum
Eyeeaaaah!
Verse Two: Too $hort
I made a half a million in a week
And every nigga on the street got a tape playin me
You can't believe it? Erick Sermon, rollin with $hort
Rolled from California all the way to New York
In big Benzes, G hooked it up
Now we trying to squash all that East/West stuff
We spent years in the studio makin funky tracks
Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps
It's like Father Dom, it's like Keith Murray
Makin millionaires but it ain't no hurry
Cuz we all in it for the long run
I won't leave the studio until a song's done
And ain't nuthin really hard about gettin my cash
A big phat house with a million stash
You other niggaz got this rap game distorted
Givin DATs to the label, straight gettin shorted
Claim you're gettin paid, but I can't tell
You keep rappin in my ear got me mad as hell
You talk a good game but I don't believe in you
You smoke a lotta blunts but I got more weed than you
I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhile
Another face in the crowd busting freestyles
Wishin you could be in the light
Promoters pay me ten G's just to breathe on the mic
Bitch! $hort Dawg puttin it down with the E Double
Verse Three: Erick Sermon
Shhhhh! You remind me of my phat gold chain
Some of y'all are just small change
Two of us with true true game
Yeah yeah
Dig this y'all, my Music is Dangerous
Atomic Dog, coming through the smog with $hort Dawg
Ahhh! Quick with the trig Jack be nimble
I shoot like G Mob goes liftin through my window
Chik chik pow! How you like me now?
The man in the mirror it don't get no clearer
$hort Dawg, the E Double, and Breed we roll thick
Like girls in C.A.U. with the good power-U
Owww! Money is the key to fame
So I can live it up with the girls on Soul Train
The impact, major league dough like Dave Justice
Yo Breed, $hort Dawg, show em how we bust this
Verse Four: Too $hort, MC Breed, Kool Ace
Like some true pioneers, don't forget it
Put the money on the table, let's split it
We got enough G's here to make us both happy
Tell the feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
It's $hort Dawg the real pimp of the century
Girls get wet every time somebody mention me
I was known for my mackin back in eighty-four
I want it all, that's what I keep stackin for
Have things that a rapper never dreamed of havin
And I can tell them how to get it just keep rappin
Life's a battle, can't afford to lose son
So many ways to get paid, you got ta choose one
Now some of the ways to get paid out is runnin your mouth
That street life will keep me tight, I'm talkin bout
Gettin green, dolla dolla bills y'all
That's on the real, somethin you can feel y'all
Many claim to have game but you can get that on sale
But ain't nuthin they sellin to you but Arbor and Gail
I mean Sprinkle Me homey cuz I'm bout dollars and cents
And if you ain't haulin dollars well you ain't holler
in FlintI'd rather dip dip dive, so-socialize
Get loot from the Great Lakes, West to Eastside
Or tramp, trick, HACH I spit
On your grave if you ain't gettin paid like this
Afterhours at the ATM pays my way
Its Mr. Mack "So hey are you still in the game?"
See I gets paid by the movement of the cut
I've been summoned by the counselor, to testify and bless
It's that, big mack, like scripture its a fact its that A-C-E
So hide your hoe from me
Southern am-bassador, knockin at your door
Leadin a click that's true, checkin knowin all fifty-two
See, all you tricks, best behave
It's that Southern nigga mack from the city of the Brave
I got a platinum car, yes yes y'all
So plant me with the green and them hoes and we can big ball
Yeah, now we rollin four deep
Double dosin, relaxin, and maxin Too $hort and these beats
E Double, $hort Dawg, Kool Ace
In the place, and we all but bring you straight horror
Representin money
[Singin']
This hit aint no joke, Oh no
Dont ya know, Dont ya know
Its Cali-O, Its Cali-O, Yeah
This hit aint no joke, This here aint no joke
Dont ya know, Sweet Cali-O
[Too $hort]
Its that Orangutan lookin' like a Crayola
Nothin' but the sunshine, Soon as the day's over
Roll'em up, In the town, We get down
On the green and the purple, Never on the brown
Cause when ya hit the O its the real dope, From Humbolt
Have ya flyin' real stupid like Dumbo
They love it when it comes from California
You'll never be an +Outkast+ with that +Stankonia+
[E-40]
Smell the aroma, Smells so lovely
Man thats potent, What ya'll smokin man?, Orange Ruffie
Where ya from, You from the Yay, Im from the Valley J
Man ya'll some fools, You California dudes do not play
I though you thoughtamajig, I though I told you my nagga
Game colder than a six pack of soda my nagga
Northren Cali, 23's on my Denali
Gettin rowdy in the Scrillacon Valley
[Chorus]
This hit aint no joke, Oh joke
Dont ya know, Dont ya know
Its Cali-O, Its Cali-O, Yeah
This hit aint no joke, This here aint no joke
Dont ya know, Sweet Cali-O
Love it when I hit it, Cali-O
Love it when I hit it, Dont ya know
Sweet Cali-O
I cant wait to touch it, Cali-O
Dont ya know, Yeah
Love it when I twist it, Dont ya know
Sweet Cali-O
[Too $hort]
The Valley Joe
[B-Legit]
Know it when you smell it, Hit it, Enhale the blow
Got zips from Cali-O, Niggas call it the dro
When I'm in for a show first hit up the store
Four boxes to the neck, Alcohol to follow
Get it on fa sho, Every zone I go
Tip toe to the door, Room 3-0-4
Put that town down-lo, Its that Town endo
Guarenteed, No seeds, In your town we'll blow
[Ant Banks]
Now homie tell me what that yay like
Livin that Bay Life
We put it up in the air, From sundown to daylight
And the girls they be lovin' it, Cause it freeze on em
That Cali-O sensation lets us squeeze up in em
Its a whole 'notha mind state, A way of livin
That playalistic feelin' gives you the vibes of a villian
Help ya focus, And I was gone when I wrote this
Just trippin on that Cali-O, Its known to be the dopest
[Chorus with minor variations]
[Too $hort]
Its been 10 years since I moved from Oakland
I traveled everywhere but theres nobody smokin
Like the Bay and LA, From San Diego up Seattle's way
Aint no shake like a rattlesnake, That Budwiser make ya get smart
You say you went to San Francisco and left your heart
But dont leave that orange sunshine on the coast
I know that you think the green and the purple is the most
Out in Cali you get choices
One hit will have you hearin angel's voices
Make you wanna fly, And catch the next plane to the West
So you can fill your brain with the best
Now Mary Jane was a small town girl
But Cali-O, She's been all around the world
She'll make the coldest player go broke
You dont hear me though, That Cali-O aint no joke
[KIM:] Hello?
[SHORT:] It's Too Short baby wassup
[KIM:] hhmmm mmmm, you tell me
[SHORT:] Shit, i'm comin out that way tonight, i'm tryin ta get with you
[KIM:] Oh, really?
[SHORT:] Wassup, yeah
[KIM:] You know i waited a long time for this
[SHORT:] Well look, as soon as i get there i'ma call you aight?
[KIM:] Bring me what i need?
[SHORT:] yeah (call me, just call me)
[CHORUS]
when you need some one to talk to, someone to fuck you (call me)
satisfaction guaranteed, (just call me) i'll give you what you need (X2)
[SHORT]
My plane touches down at eleven forty-five
I'm comin thru, want you bout to show you why
i got the game from the pimps and players
you goin feel me, baby when i get there
I'm a give you what you want so i could get what i need
we could get hella freaky while we smoke some weed
We don't need champagne, fuck the gin and juice
these nigga's know what Short Dawg and Lil' Kim can do
imagination is a understatement
anything you can think of we could make it
big money hit records
watch us get reckless
we butt-naked, we never sexless
And when i get there, you know it's time to fuck
cuz all night long ain't long enough ta come up
it's just us
ya wanna know sumthin it's a big dick tight pussy thang
make us both cum
[CHORUS]
[KIM]
Everybody know the Queen gettin down and dirty
drive you crazy like a 730
it ain't a secret
rumors they could keep it
You know there's only one ghetto Queen with a guillotine
real bitch that carry gats by the spleen
Na mean?
Some bitch is on the other line, answer that
if it's a booty call cancel that
you want pure satisfaction i'ma handle that
all i need is a candle and the porno channel
lubricate the top, now i'm startin to sweat
peel my Gucci sheets back so they don't get wet
now check it
Adjust ya phone volume Lil' Kim is shore ta bring the nuts out ya
imagine me suckin blood out ya
like a hickey, i love the phone quickie
i slip myself a mickey, now thats the proper set off
You could reach out and touch ME MCI style
Kim and Short fuckin Cali bed sty style
Tell me what you want, i'll tell you what i need
You could fuck me til i bleed
Oh Short i'm bout ta OG
(and i like it)
[CHORUS X2]
[SHORT:] You say it's cool ta fuck baby jes open up
[KIM:] Well since you showed up what's the hold up?
[SHORT:] The blunts ain't rolled up,
let's mix sex with the weed smell
[KIM:] then ride me nigga like you do them V-12's
I'll be yo SLK and you can drop my top
[SHORT:] And i'll be all up in the cock from midnight to six o'clock
The way you suck dick you off the heez-ay
[KIM:] Get off yer kneez-ay, they say you are what you eat baby
[SHORT:] This ain't no 69 it's more like a 138, everytime we have sex it's
like watchin dirty tapes, yer my personal, private porno star
ya wanna see us fuck buy the tape at the corner store
Queen Bee gettin stung by Too Sheezee
I'm smokin indo, buzzin with the breezee
I'll teach you all about the nigga's from the O-A-K
we take the money and the pussy cuz we sho' don't play
(And i like it)
[CHORUS X2]
[laughing]
[KIM:] HhmmmM
[SHORT:] And I'm lovin it
[KIM:] HOw much?
[SHORT:] How much?
[KIM:] yeah
[SHORT:] It's like this every time
[KIM:] I know your good
MMMMMMM
[SHORT:] my dick...in your....
[KIM:] is that what you wanna talk about
[SHORT:] some of this gonna make it on to the record
[KIM:] talk to me
Too Short:
Now take my bitch
She won't complain about shit cus she's my ho
She don't belong to a trick
So when you fuck her and give her all your cash
I get paid or put my foot in her ass
I won't marry the bitch and give her half
I get more head and then I laugh
At that one bitch shit I got a gang of Hoes
I get freaks ass lick these balls and toes
Icecube:
Now stupid little bitches get tossed
If they don't realise I'm the motherfucking boss
Come on down and get your ass pinched
And if you talk shit get your ass lynched
Cus I'm the B. the I. the T. the C. the H.
The K. the I. the L. the L.the A. Icecube
A nigga that's bigger then a nut
Cus a bitch is a bitch is a hoe is a slut
Too Short:
You say how can I call a woman a bitch
It ain't nothing but a word like shit
Ain't no slippin in my mutha-fucking pimpin
And all bitches ain't women
You come home and get smooth cussed out
You got a bitch with a foul assed mouth
Scared to chip her with a left hook
Youz a bitch in my book
Bitch
Icecube:
My nigger (Jinx???) made the mix
So punkass mutha-fucking bitches get the eighty-six
I keep hoes on five
Cus I'm fucking more pussy then the law allows
With my boy Too Short
See he quick to grab a bitch by the throat
And slam her ass cram her ass
With a fat dick cus she's a trick bitch
Too Short:
I like fat bitches and I like em slim
I take a fat bitch and stick my dick right in her
Big fat ass she'll make me come again
I'm mack daddy bitch fuck her friend
I saw your home girl she said what's up with us
I said nothing fucked her on the tour bus
She got it good too dick down on the floor
The bitch was fine but her pussy ain't as good as yours
Icecube:
Well she's a straggler struggler straight Salome smuggler
Every time I see the bitch, she's looking uglier
And if you got a trick ass on your left
Sitting there with dick on her breath
Last night she sucked my dick now she's kissing little man
Won't even suck my dick unless cut out the middle man
And if you have never heard of me
Youz a bitch
It ain't but a word to me
Female voice:
I'll stop calling ya Biotch
Too Short:
Man Fuck these hoes man, ya know
(nappy ass bitch ass tramp ass sluty ass hoe)
Female voice:
I'll stop calling ya, Biotch
Too Short:
I go hard on a bitch fuck respect for ya men
I get my way with a bitch when I act like a pimp
Always carrying bank but I fooled the bitch
Cause all she ever got was to drool on my dick
Ice Cube will slap a hoe for the fuck of it
Just like me and that's some real shit
Bitch got bold with her loud ass mouth
Tough ass bitch got knocked out
You know a bitch ain't nuthin but a word to me
Some of you punks are just scared to see
If you could call that bitch a bitch you would
And if you can't you probably should
I'm spitting game to you mark ass lames
On how how to get a bitch and treat the bitch like shit
You can't buy love all pimps know that
It's all about the way old Short Dogg macks
Don't hold the bitch hand or walk side by side
Go first class every time you fly
She'll go Greyhound and just meet you there
I'm just an ice cold hard ass Oakland player
You want to tongue kiss bitch it figures
I introduce you to my homeboy Richard
Also known by his nickname dick
Now lets tongue kiss bitch
Ice Cube:
I like big butts so let it be known to the public
I bust a rap or two and the bitches love it
I'm only out for one thing so hate me
I ain't the one so don't try to fade me
I don't wear too much gold because it's tacky
I bust a Raider hat T-Shirt and Khakis
See a lot of hoes in freaky clothes everyday
So I talk to em in any ole can I way
See a bitch need a nigger to coach em
So I grab my dick and smoothly approach em
I say "hi" and I'm friendly kind of pitched
If they ignore me then I say "Yo freak bitch"
Give up the number hardly we'll have a slumber party
You see I'll fuck you to death and then I'll dump the body
Cause I'm a nigger that's bigger than crew or a gang
And when it comes to bitches I'm out for only one thang
Ain't nuttin changed.. Short Dawg
Sheezee.. sheezee
(singer croons "be my.. (be my) dirty love (dirty love)" 2X)
Much love y'all
Short Dawg's in this
Verse One: Too $hort
I'm high profile, but you can't see me hoe
Got limosine tint like a real CEO
Hands free, talkin on the speaker phone
Handlin my business, just tryin to get my freak on
You know, bitches always beepin me with code 69
I'm real with mine, I make hoes wait in line
Can't fuck em all, and don't want to
Cause some of these tramps might front you (watch out)
You waited six months, I fucked her on the first date
And so I smoke the green weed to keep my mind straight
It's Friday, doin shit my way
Me and yo' bitch, rollin down the highway (right)
While you shootin that.. she gave it up easy
Fore-a-play and all that, wasn't tryin to tease me
Now you wanna feud, fuck that shit (slut)
Let's fight behind a lady, not that punk ass bitch
(singer croons "be my.. dirty love" 2X while Short spits)
Watch em.. keep your eyes open
Doesn't make sense
Verse Two: Too $hort
Now here I go, spittin another verse
Let the pen read my mind cause the shit ain't rehearsed
I'm so curious, about what this fat bitch have
A big bag of weed and a pack of zig-zags (smokin)
So I kicked it with her, with no intentions to fuck
Smoked up her weed and got my dick sucked (yeah right)
I said I got a lot of money but I'm short on cash
Could you give a nigga some so I can get some gas? (stupid shit)
She gave me twenty dollars, I know it's small pimpin
But it's mandatory, when I deal with all women (all these hoes)
It ain't gon' be no one-sided, I support her shit
Just because she hurt, Too $hort got a grip, beyitch!
I break it down, like the beat
Ride you like a motherfuckin seventy-three
Old school, everytime I roll through
All you suckers know who all the bitches go to, Short Dawg
(singer croons "be my.. dirty love" 2X while Short spits)
Fuck a bitch.. they fuck with you main
Foul mouthed little motherfuckers.. ?
Verse Three: Too $hort
It's cause rap music is like sellin dope
Every dollar you invest you get seven mo' (and that's real)
I hope you never ask me, how much it costs
if you can't figure out how the fuck I floss (big ballin)
You better get in where you fit in
cause a nigga like me ain't kiddin (no jokes)
Here come her boyfriend, with that narrow minded shit
Kissin on the bitch, she sucked e'rybody dick (slut)
Don't get mad, you knew the bitch had flaws
Ridin in the Benz (bitch) dick hangin out my drawers..
.. now why she give me head? (why?)
All she ever wanted was to get in my bed
I ain't gotta be a trick to tramp your hoe (nope)
I spit the game like a pimp while I'm ridin chrome
I had a dream I was through, can't sell records
Can't catch hoes, bring em home and get naked (what?)
It's not the first time, I had this dream
But music is my drug and I'm a dopefiend (straight)
The way I put it down, it don't seem too hard
Scorin points like Kareem-Abdul Jabbar (swish)
And if you tryin to catch me, you'll find out fast
what you tryin to do is an impossible task (can't do it)
Cause what I'm doin (can't do that) no rapper ever did it
(can't do that) Eleven albums and I'm still the shit, bitch!
(singer croons "be my.. dirty love" 2X while Short spits)
Can't do that.. nah nah.. ain't gon' happen
Old school Too $hort, that's right I said Too $hort
(singer croons "be my.. (be my) dirty love (dirty love)" 2X)
We go way back, youknowhatI'msayin?
Buy you some motherfuckin business
Ha-ha-ha it's goin down like this ma-fucka!!
Studd:
Is the shit gone ever change, cause I be caught up in the middle of it,
Click my pistol, and then in his fuckin throat I shoved it
Give me your money, and take that palve' off nigga,
Fuck Tommy 'Figga, I'm off that doe and liquor
See I be drillin in the eastside of San Pedro Park,
I smoke a camel, the lupsia done have me sparked
This lil' broad said I'm livin in my last days,
My mother love me, she say she hate my bad ways
But still she blame it on herself for doin what she done,
It wasn't fun, she moved us in the ghetto slums
So what you think about myself cause I'm a grown man,
A bad man, survival is whatever you can
You think you know it, flossin but I know you's a bitch,
Cause I be watchin, tryin to get my rob on this shit,
See niggas underestimate the city that I claim,
Where I am niggas sayin what the fuck is gangbang
Hard livin mothafucka represent your turf, your side of town,
You know thats where the fuck I'm found
Knees dirty, hands dirty, smokin on a tree,
Gamblin my drug money, hell yeah tee-da-lee
Cause I'm the nigga says crime do pay,
My people say they love me, they just say they hate my bad ways
Real bad ass ways (bad ways)
Real bad ass ways (you got bad ways)
Real bad ass ways
Get glock cause it pays
Murda One:
>From city to city, state to state,
I'm checkin my game with my muthafuckin trusted 38
But wait bubonic at an all time low,
Gotta hit the ATM to get money fo' sho'
Reclinin in my Cadillac, puffin Newports,
Eighteen on bump straight up bumpin Too $hort
You caught in the middle of a skanless ass vibe,
We copped another sack so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
I recommend mothafuckin hoes make your knees bend
You can't get with this on any day,
Best believe Murda One got the mothafuckin bad ass ways
Bad ass ways (you know it mothafuckas)
Real bad ass ways
Real bad ass ways
Joe Riz:
I'm livin live on hinges, when niggas in Benzes I'm broke,
I'm givin nothin but hell y'all its cut throat
I wrote a rhyme, called it a pastime,
Of hurtin ass shit that I faced the last time
My last dime, goes on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin it all of my chest
Yes the struggle grab me, hatin better have me,
Drama from my Momma, disowned by my Daddy
What should I do, tuck my head and throw them rolos,
If anybody know about the trouble I bet Joe knows
And raw livin it remind me,
Of the shit that I wanna put behind me
I'm stayin high for days cause what I'm doin it pays,
They don't hate me really, they hate my bad ways
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
They hate my bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Too $hort:
I've been a player for years, this aint no rappers dream,
You leavin messages, on her answering machine
I'm in the bed, listenin, laughin, ticklin, giglin, kickin it,
Nigga I be stickin it
You was hugged up with her when I met her,
She gave me that look like please make it better
I told her with my eyes, meet me over there,
Instantly, she was the victim of a player
I be spittin this game like Iceberg Slim,
What about your man, she said "Fuck him"
Let's roll, so we jumped in the Benz,
Left you at the bar, talkin to your friends
$hort Dog came through with the satisfaction,
Now you runnin round like a fatal attraction
Cause I been in the pussy for the last few days,
Don't take it personal, it's just my bad ass ways
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is......
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't GOTTA BE logical fuck an obstical bitch
How can I make twelve albums
All them gold and platinums
and I am still clowin
It ain't hard
I used to be a broke nigga
Dreamin about RIDIN and smoking bigger
Dedicated to the rap game
Too $hort I know you know that name
2000 makes me a 20 year veterian
Still making money and I don't stop rapping
Thats my motto even if you niggas hit the lotto
You never could win not until I go
I know you squares can't hang with me
What you talking about you can't spit this game like me
Some of y'all suckers need to fall in love
And stay there and quit trying to be a player
Fuck around and fuck your life up
Or a tramp ass bitch with a nice butt
You should of went to collage
Got your degree and a job stop trying to be like me
It's too hard cause you don't even know this streets
And me I mack this hoes with EASE
See and you all you do is smoke that weed
She broke your heart and got you on your knees
But me I know how to treat a bitch
Fuck all that nice ass sweetHEART shit
Suck my dick now thats foreplay
Now I am about to fuck you on the floor in the doorway
Treat you like a hoe okay? you like that
Leave when I am finished and say I'll be right back
Bitch! you already knew what it was
Whats a dogg like me going to do with your love
I drive it down the street tied to my bumper
I don't care how find she is
I am trying to dump her
I already fucked her
You need to get on bitch and find you a sucker
Get married divorced and get half
Maybe you should reason with her before she gets mad
Or maybe my nigga you should slap that bitch
If not then you need to snatch that bitch
By the throught and let her know this is how it goes
Say whats on your mind, now she knows
Some of y'all ladies need to check your man
For acting like a bitch every time he gets a chance
Backslap him tell him shut up and stop crying
And stop all that wineing
Bitch ass nigga you need to buy yourself some business
and quit askin all them motherfucking questions
Ain't no slaves around here
Ain't nobody gettin payed around here
It's all true about this hoes and me
You ain't got no game you don't know what she needs
Lame than a motherfucker about this mack shit
Still letting bitchs monipulate your actions
When you going learn how to wear the pants
Try and give this real player rythem a chance
It's all about the money and feeding your family
If I am macking hoes and you can't stand me
Keep my name out your LYIN mouth
You hate a player and I find out
I might fuck your bitch little sister or your momma
More than one time just to add to the drama
Give you something to talk about
Life long trick learn your mouth
Cause I don't stop macking and I am always rapping
I fucked your little sister but I was just praticing
Short little THICK bitch I picked her up
Diggin this big ass dick in her gut
I LEFT her WALKIN funny
Whats wrong $hort Dogg last night got his fuck on
And you was trying to hate me I got cha
I fucked your little sister nigga anything is possible
Too $hort
(spoken)
Back on the mircophone
$hort Dogg
Thats right beyeeeeeatch!
been in doing this way too long
20 years on the motherfucking mircophone
Yeah you know all the fucking gold and platinum
I go on and on
Cant understand how i last so long
I must have super powers
Rap 225,000 hours
Get a calculater
Do the math
I made 1000 songs
That made you move ya ass
And for the last 300 months
I made 16 albums wit me on the front
And they bump
Where you get yo beats?
I heard 93 rappers say bitch like me
2 singers and 10 comedians
and im still gon yell it everytime you see me in
whats my favorite word?
BITCH!!!!
why they gotta say it like $hort
BITCH!!!!
they noe they cant play on my court
cant hang wit the big dogs
stay on the porch
[Chorus]
Blow the whistle 4x
Where you get that from
grab da mic spit one
lemmie hit that blunt
PIMP C, 8-BALL, AND MJG
keep spittin that P 2 tha I-M-P
Bun-B thats texas baby
Ball and G thats memphis baby
$hort n wild thats OAKLAND baby
aint nuthin but pimpin these days G
my nigga C got locked up
but these real hoes still noe they gots to fuck
give a fuck nigga what you say
$hort dawg fuck wit UGK
do you really wanna b like me?
spit game like snoop and T.I.P.
pretty girls in the V.I.P.
they came wit DRE
they dont need I.D.
[Chorus]
Blow the whistle 4x
ya mind is gone
ya brain is glazed
ya been wide awake
for the last 3 days
poppin pills
it goes down for real
dont stop
just keep rollin downhill
crash and burn
cant stand fall back
you doin too much
you cant handle all that
man its been way too long
time to let the whole world play yo song
like me my shit gets around
leave the country come back and hit the TOWN
im in miami, new york, and ATL
houston and LA ask Dave Chappelle
bout my rich bitch he got her for me
and made 50 million dollars
im proud of you G
but im crazy you dont wanna b like me
i come from EAST OAKLAND where the youngstas get HYPHY
blowin
[Chorus]
Blow the whistle 4x
BIATCH
[Talking]
TOO $HORT, up all night baby album # 16 yall cant fuck wit that
I used to have a lot of bitches
Straight down for me
Doin' anything I said, even hoe on the street
But I'm a dog and I dog my broads
Guerrilla pimpin', drivin' four door cars
Ain't got no kids but them bitches love daddy
They had to share me or them bitches couldn't have me
Cause I'm a Mack with a capital M
Call me $hort Dog baby, put the P in the Pimp
I keep my foot in your ass and wouldn't give a fuck
Get out her pocket, bitch you gettin' beat up
You see me hangin' with them niggas like jock
And every single five mile, bitches gettin' popped
Well now I got a rep and they say I'm wrong
I beat my broad ass and she moved back home
Came in one night, I was buzzin'
Bitch tried to front me for fuckin' her cousin
She started yellin', man, the bitch got raw
I took one step back and went straight to her jaw
I gives a fuck that the bitch left
Cause all she ever got was some good dick
And it really ain't shit to find another bitch
Cause I'm a cool motherfucker and I'm hella rich
(Yeah) Ant Banks in the house and you know he knows
Grab the mic nigga, fuck these hoes
Ant Banks:
Yeah, I'm thinkin' back 'fore a nigga just came up
Playin' games with the bitches
Thought a nigga might change but
I was tight thinkin' everything's all right
Doin' the same shit to a different bitch every night
Just dickin'em down like a gigolo
So you gotta peep game from a nigga though
I'm too young to get sprung so don't trip, tell'em
(Ain't no love, bitch)
So let's speak about a freak named Connie
Fucked the bitch tough, backstage at the Omni
I can't forget Constance, the bitch is so dumb
Quick to lick my nuts, suck my dick, and just hum
And these are just some hoes
That a nigga like tossed up, kinda crossed up
Turned out and lost but I ain't trippin'
They all got tramped
Used and abused till they all just vamped
And left a nigga stuck with no kind of get back
Now I even get shook by the hoodrats
Cause they know what the fuck they gon' get
Took for they cash and a mouth full of dick, huh
And I hate I gotta be that way
Goin' vicious on these bitches
Just made'em all leave today
But I know it won't last long
They sayin' fuck Ant Banks
Now all my bitches is gone
Too $hort:
All my bitches are gone, them bitches bounced
I had a gang of'em, now they can't be found
They ain't fuckin' with $hort Dog
Cause I'm from Oakland
You fuck with us bitch, somethin' gettin' broken
Your leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a part
Oakland motherfuckers'll break your heart
Until you recognize game in your face
You's a punk ass bitch, ain't never been no place
I can't hold back, now's the time
To leave your stank fake broke ass bitches behind
And move on like a player
I'm knockin' ghetto hoes and even squares
Secretaries, nurses, and police women
I'm flyin' first class, nigga, fuckin' flight attendents
$hort Dog ain't nothin' but a dog, beeyatch
(Ain't nothin' new nigga, come again)
All my bitches are gone, them bitches cut
But I really don't give a fuck
I always knew I didn't need that hoe
I got the game from the motherfuckin' E-S-O
And you can tell when I hit the place
All them star-struck bitches jump in my face
And get shot to the curb like I'm the mob
Unless they givin' niggas blowjobs
Ant Banks:
Yeah, and when a bitch wanna flirt
I put in work, treat'em all like dirt
And watch them get they feelin's hurt
Cause I'm a mack, hoe, listen to this rap, hoe
And you will know not to fuck around
You'll get slapped, hoe
For tryin' to fuck up the Ant Banks program
Steady saltin' with your stanky ass toe jams
You're mad cause I wouldn't spend no time
I'm with the homies, makin' cash
pullin' bitches and writin' rhymes
I'm just doin' what I got to do
I'm not fuckin' with you
Because your funky ass cock is through
So now I gotta get some new hoes
Some old school bitches
That's still ridin' trues and vogues
I want a freak with the gangsta look
That Ant Banks can hook
And the bitch better know how to cook
Cause I'm a nigga that'll eat some shit up
Macaroni, steak, collard greens, or whatever the fuck
Yeah $hort, you know how we do'em
Treat bitches like red lights and run right through'em
I got my mack on strong and my dick on long
So fuck it, all my bitches can stay gone
Too $hort:
Mine too
Ant Banks:
You know what I'm sayin'?
Too $hort:
Yeah, beeyatch
Ant Banks:
$hort Dog in the motherfuckin' house
Too $hort:
Nah nigga, you in this motherfucker
Ant Banks:
Bringin' this shit for nine-tre and nine-four
You know what I'm sayin'?
Get in where you fit in, hoes
Too $hort:
Before you need a check up from the neck up
Ant Banks:
Peace out
Fuck these bitches, man
Fuck these bitches, $hort,
Chorus:
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
When I take 'em to the spot, ya know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy "All I got is top notch"
I Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
Verse one:
Im the super player, I got women everwhere
I know you love a square, I dont care
I still hit it, anytime I want to
Call her at the house, I bet she'll tell me "come through"
Im coming, everytime I see her
Thats what im doing, I cant believe ya
When ya tell me, shes all yours
Cause when I have her on the floor, down on all fours
She said its mine, and thats for sure
If you come around when im near, you gotta go
Cause you dont nothing bout this ballers world
When we was players coming up we knocked all the girls
And now I just go out and take my pick
If you gotta enough game you can take my bitch
I wont hate you, try to clown, or put you down
Cause I got women all over this town
Chorus:
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
I gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
When I take 'em to the spot, ya know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy "All I got is top notch"
I gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
Verse Two:
You couldnt be a betta player than me, you aint got enough game
You couldnt take her from me, you aint even have a chance
Not with me in the picture
You even got the last dance so you can see what it gets you
Nothing, broken hearted and lonely
Cause when its over, shes going home with me
Five foot nine short hair big booty
Looking like the leading lady starring in a movie
Fly crib, mercedes benz
She loves niggas like me and my shady friends
And when we hang out, dont count the champagne bottles
Thinking Im drunk, I dont play game lotto
I put the game down from the start
And you aint nothing but a dumb ass mark
She started choosin when she saw the red carpet
What did you say nigga "Get ya ass in the car bitch"
Chorus:
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
I gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
When I take 'em to the spot, ya know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy "All I got is top notch"
I gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
Verse Three:
Hoochies, cheerleaders, groupies, beer drinkers
High class stuck up hoes, that get real freaky
Laywers, nurses, police women, teachers
If shes a top notch, I keep her
Tall ass models, skinny and shit, big tities, short and thick
All complexions, different nationalities
Pimp game from from east oakland, out to cali
Keep 'em teenage to middle age, is she paid
Cuz if she aint, what can she make
If I see a bad bitch I aint fittin to wait,
Im gonna holla at her, I cant discriminate
Its not about the sex, not all the time,
cause im trying to get in her mind
Like when ya stand and just stare at the ocean
I help ya manage your emotions, bitch
Chorus:
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
I gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
When I take 'em to the spot, ya know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy "All I got is top notch"
I gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
Talking:
Aint no bitches like my bitches, I know ya think ya gotta lotta hoes nigga
And ya probably do, but theres one fact that'll always be true
You couldnt be a betta player than me nigga
Life is, life is too short, so keep trying nigga keep trying
Numba one, player of the year, player of the decade
Player of the century, player of the mothafucking millenium
(feat. Jazze Pha, Bun B)
[Chorus]
16 Hoes (Tasha, Tameka)
16 Hoes (Karoline and Kisha)
16 Hoes (LaShonda, Shaquita)
16 Hoes (Jane and Jelesa)
16 Hoes (Mandy and Mindy)
16 Hoes (Amy and Cindy)
16 Hoes (Selena, Martina)
16 Hoes (Rosa, Christina)
[Too $hort]
I got (16 Hoes), time is up
If they choosin', line 'em up
I'll sign 'em up, I'll sign 'em up
I got a lot of hoes and can't find enough
I got (16 Hoes), can I get some more?
I get a lot of love when I hit the door
If I was 20 years old or 64
I'm like James Bond, I always get the hoe
I got (16 Hoes), fuck this trick
If he paid that hoe, to suck his dick
That's his business, you know what's up with this
I ain't never paid a dime to fuck a bitch
I got (16 Hoes), 16 flows, spit 16 bars, do 16 shows
I got 16 bitches - you can count 'em
In the last 20 years I made 16 albums
[Chorus]
16 Hoes (Tasha, Tameka)
16 Hoes (Karoline and Kisha)
16 Hoes (LaShonda, Shaquita)
16 Hoes (Jane and Jelesa)
16 Hoes (Mandy and Mindy)
16 Hoes (Amy and Cindy)
16 Hoes (Selena, Martina)
16 Hoes (Rosa, Christina)
16 Hoes
[Jazze Pha]
Who got freaks like me?
You keep one in a bitch ass with feet like me
Not even Miami got Heat like me
Only rich motherfuckers doin' beats like me
(16 Hoes) And they all obey
Bitch talked back to me, got dumped in the face
I flunked recess (bitch I don't play)
Do you really understand? (alright, okay)
(16 Hoes) Break brenzell with Phenzell
(Catch that trick) then *chirp* me on my Nextel
Bitch I could care less (if you meant well)
Get ya ass back on the track (and slang that tail)
(16 Hoes) And we a cute little family
My hoes love me (and they can't stand me)
Chubby wads of cash (my hoes hand me)
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 plus 8 is
[Chorus]
16 Hoes (Tasha, Tameka)
16 Hoes (Karoline and Kisha)
16 Hoes (LaShonda, Shaquita)
16 Hoes (Jane and Jelesa)
16 Hoes (Mandy and Mindy)
16 Hoes (Amy and Cindy)
16 Hoes (Selena, Martina)
16 Hoes (Rosa, Christina)
[Bun B]
I take 7 dumb bitches and I put 'em in line
Add 7 more hoes that jock niggaz that rhyme
Give me 7 more broads that got doe on they mind
And that's 21 hoes broke at the same time
That ain't (16 Hoes), you need to add about 5 more
And don't bring her here is she ain't a real live hoe
Old school pimpin', don't call this a throwback
And fuck a couple hoes, I need a fo'-five (?)
(16 Hoes) Now that's a number that fit me
If they bout they business, sheezy you know where to hit me
Jazze, tell 'em to keep it treal and don't bullshit me
They finna free Pimp C and he comin' with me
We need -
[Chorus]
16 Hoes (Tasha, Tameka)
16 Hoes (Karoline and Kisha)
16 Hoes (LaShonda, Shaquita)
16 Hoes (Jane and Jelesa)
16 Hoes (Mandy and Mindy)
16 Hoes (Amy and Cindy)
16 Hoes (Selena, Martina)
16 Hoes (Rosa, Christina)
16 Hoes
[Too $hort]
When I was 16 used to fuck hoodrats, it's not a big thing
A few years later did some major upgrading
See a top-notch, I say "Hey, what's up baby"
(16 Hoes) Can't find your lost whore?
She's probably with $hort, playin' at the golf course
Another ego, a hole-in-one
The game ain't boring, my hoes are fun
I got (16 Hoes) all nicknamed Bitch
Make Daddy happy, y'all get that dick
Since they're everywhere, you figure I'll stop
Couldn't be a better player than me
Nigga, I got (16 Hoes)
you know it ain't over,
i said it back in '82,
i'll be a player for life,
i'll never say i do.
i done tramped bitches
that most niggas would marry.
i like to pimp bitches and
most niggas be scary.
get a bad bitch,
and you can't say no.
you're at the mall buyin shit you can't pay for.
then you wonder why all these hoes wanna switch,
best friend on the under,
fuckin' your bitch.
........pussy you ain't cared 'bout that when you had her,
but now you wonder where she's at.
i know your heart broke,
but it don't show,
'cause all i heard from your mouth
was "fuck that ho."
but deep down inside i know it hurts a lot,
i know you can't go on but it's worse to stop.
you daydreamin 'bout your x, tryin to figure what's next
other females can't compare to her sex.
i'm tryin' to picture me, all in love with these hoes,
but when i meet 'em, they just wanna lick my balls.
you can't tell me shit, fuck that,
you're just another fine ass bitch with nut breath.
i met you on friday, i fucked you on saturday,
i can't hold back bitch i'm still rollin' that way.
carry you across the threshold in my new house?
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