1.Intro： Shorty The Pimp
Standin on the corner, in a white godfather hat
He drives a long black gangsta cadillac
He can steal broads nine man, three or fo' minutes
It's not how long you talk bruh, it's what you put in it
Look out! for shorty the pimp!
Yeah
He walks with a limp!
Cool man
Shorty the pimp ＊echoes＊
2.In The Trunk
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
In the trunk beating down the block
3.I Ain't Nothin But A Dog
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？
I'm audi-five to my dog house...
4.Hoes
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
Another young bitch will bring them tricks right back
5.No Love From Oakland
Ain't no love in oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'i love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
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
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
You better try to make me rich
6.I Want To Be Free(That's The Truth)
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
7.Hoochie
Yeah, you know, it's like, ehm - i rap
I got two platinum albums
I do a lotta concerts all over the place
I seen the groupies
They do whatever you say
When you want it, how you want it, and where you want it
But i ain't trippin
Cause these are the '90s
So when a freak say to me she loves me
I just say somethin like this
I say baby, why you wanna do all that？
Sleep with a brother just because i rap
You keep lookin in my eyes, and you just won't stop
All damn night you been on my jock
But i'm no fool
Cause you're sprung on my house and my swimming pool
Call me a dog, i got several freaks
When i do my shows i can't get no sleep
Cause you keep knockin at my hotel door
I was there to sleep, and can't get no more
Sleep, so why you wanna wake me up？
When i told you once i don't wanna fuck
So get on, girl, won't you mind your own
I'm tryin to sleep, so just leave me alone
Next time i see you, i do my duty
But tonight, i got another hoochie
Hoochie, tryin to be bourgie
But you're nothin but a groupie
Riding on my snoopy
I'm short dog, i wanna take you backstage
And you can read it like it's on the front page
You wanna do somebody right
For those who ain't famous - not tonight
You do the nba and the nfl
Rappers and singers as well
Keyboard players and the drummer
It's like track and field with just runners
So let me get on the phone and call all my friends
Ain't a damn thing changed but the paint on our benz
Get somethin that you can't get from good girls
Care less about a weave or a jherri curl
Cause i know something you don't know
Ain't nothin like these groupie hoes
And since tony toni ton？made the track
Get lost, fool, and tell your girl i'm back
Sing it
Get off my lap, cause you're gettin kinda heavy
Lookin at the bed, askin am i ready
Ready for what, sex？
Well, after that, baby, what's next？
We get a house in the suburbs, two-car garage
And every night i get a good massage？
Save that drama for later
And take this number to my skypager
Keep in touch, but don't call too much
When i come back around, you know what's up
It's time to get busy once again
Bring a few partners, cause i got friends
It's goin down like always
Young groupies in the hallways
I got the money, the fame, and all the things you like
So i see you next time when i rock the mic
You
8.Step Daddy
Step daddy, i know what you want
I come through like the first of the month
Ain't nothing but a holiday
When i fuck my way
I'm her worst nightmare, her wettest dream
We always do that freaky thing
And when i'm coming to her house
I know just what she's all about
Don't waste no time, get in it
Keep on humping til my head starts spinning
Whoop that ass like a world champ
Break the chairs and knock down the lamp
In my birthday suit, dripping wet
No i ain't tripping how freaky it get
Feeling that sweat on my eyebrow
Nothing can't stop me but nature now
Fucking your bitch like them pros do
Something you can't get close to
Born to mack in my drop-top caddy
Just call me 'step daddy' (repeat 3x)
How many mothers in the house tonight, ladies？
How many daddies take care of them babies？
They got to learn to take care of their own
Getting girls pregnant and leaving 'em alone
Fine little bitches, way too young
Met short dog and then gave him some
So why you keep talking about the pg＆e？
When all she ever wanted was a man like me
To come through, and do that thang
Step daddy in the house, and i got game
So lock your back doors, check your hoes
Suck on the pussy and lick them toes
Step daddy coming through like a porno flick
Freak the bitch, now she loves my dick
She let me bust big nuts all in her mouth
And s.d. turned the bitch out
Just call me 'step daddy' (repeat 4x)
Gold-digging bitches in the city of dope
Got it going on like a daytime soap
She's so freaky, she'll make you shout
One on the way and got two at the house
Three different daddies, and all is well
As long as them brothers keep making mail
And it's cool, when i come through
Play step daddy for a minute or two
And then fuck her, that's how it's done
It's not my daughter and it's not my son
So what if your kids start tearing shit up
I really don't give a fuck
I never get mad about the shit they break
When i'm around, we eat steak
I let the motherfuckers act bad
Buy 'em toys when they're crying and sad
Could you be 'em？ your baby's momma
Turns me on in her freaky pajamas
I come through and make the whole house happy
Just call me 'step daddy' (repeat 3x)
Get freaky, and do it wild
On the floor, doggy style
I get rugburns, on my knees
While your bitch be crying 'please
Don't stop' so i don't
I fuck her like i know you won't
Pull out my dick and make her lose hope
Stick it back in and make her take some notes
If that's your bitch, homeboy you'd better keep her
Cause she won't stay off my beeper
You can't fuck her and i appreciate it
Even though i know you hate it
I keep getting that good shit
S.d. wanna fuck your bitch
Come through and make the hoe so happy
Just call me 'step daddy' (repeat 2x)
9.It Don't Stop
Funky fresh on the muthafuckin microphone
Bitch
And it don't stop
To the beat, baby
Oakland, california is in the house
Bitch
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)
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)
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
Cause i'm (too $hort, too $hort)
10.So You Want To Be A Gangster
＊ also appears on the o.s.t. 'juice'
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
11.Somethin To Ride To
-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
We got foothill, oh i didn't get clim, his teeth glow in the
dark
12.Extra Dangerous Thanks
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