Too Short

[fox69]

"The Old Fashioned Way"

"The Old Fashioned Way"


[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]

What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll pay you back, think you flossin hard
When you ridin down the strip in yo' boss's car?
With your silver chain on and your fake diamonds
Cain't do it right but you stay tryin
You got big dreams, to hit a lick quick
And buy a brand new house, but you ain't get shit
Wouldn't even know what to do if you had bread
How to be a baller - can you pass the test?
There's more than one way to hit the top
Trunk full of dope nigga don't get stopped
Take it to the house and bag it up
Make that money and stack it up
Or spend it all in one place, what you want from me?
I can't tell you how to run yo' company
And don't start bitchin bout Too $hort
What the fuck I wanna listen to you fo'?
Look at you, you ain't all that successful
Them plates ain't made out of Cristal
You just regular, plain ol' frontin
You come from nowhere and you don't claim nuttin
Stop bein phony, actin hella hard
Girl at the mall, maxin your credit card
Answer your cell phone, now you smilin
Talk to your girl, man it's been a while
Since she left to go shoppin, girl where you at?
She out havin lunch with a player mack
I'm in the background, don't trip partner
Just munchin on the lunch that your bitch bought me
She don't love you, she just used to you
Got your mom and them wonderin what she do to you

[Chorus:]
I don't pay hoes, I turn 'em
I teach hoes, you learn 'em
How we get them hoes, don't concern 'em
The old fashioned way, we earn 'em
I been in the game, I did it
I'm true to the game, I'm so committed
I got a lot of hoe money, where you get it
The old fashioned way, I just spit it

I'm pimpish, I never let hoes pimp me
I let one bitch get me, and instantly
She dipped to Mexico, I'ma get you hoe
I'ma find you and check you like a physical
I'm not a doctor, but I cut a bitch open
With this game have her broken never quit hoein
A bad habit, I picked up along the way
Break a bitch, and make a new song every day
I do my own thing, I'm original
I was "Born to Mack" when I came in the do'
Just so you know, I got the game from the East
Lake Merritt(?) to Sobranny(?) in them East Oakland streets
Took my game on the road, became a millionaire
Tell the world get ready for a real player
And so it happened, I grabbed the mic and start rappin
Make that money keep stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E'RYBODY shit
And when they say it like me, I couldn't want mo'
Send a special thanks out to yo' Uncle $hort
Do yo' thang nephew, y'know I'm down witcha
Stay strapped, watch yo' back, don't let the town getcha
And when you get mad, try to use your brain
Get some street etiquette, don't abuse the game
You know us real ones, you know we never bite
When these hoes start shit you know we never fight
Cause I'd be layin on the ground feelin real silly
All I did was fuck his bitch, that nigga still killed me
And even though I know a sucker spent all his cash
Just so he could fuck and try to get some ass

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"These Are The Tales"

"These Are The Tales"


[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

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"This How We Eat"
(feat. Tha Eastsidaz, Big Tigger)

"This How We Eat"
(feat. Tha Eastsidaz, Big Tigger)



[Goldie Loc talking:]
Definition - gangsta, hustla, you know
We make money, we eat, we feed
Pay attention - (Beitch!!) *beat starts*
Uhh, yeah, come on..
Uhh uhh, make some music..
Dogg House, you know..
$hort Dog peep game, come on

I'm ridin down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets
No beer-belly fool, we get it all for eats
Cocoa Puff the green leaf, cloud up
We some gangstas makin money, never been a scrub
Whattchu know about sellin dope...
But the only thing you good for now, is droppin the soap
Goldie Loc, Tray Deee, Too $hort, no doubt
Tell 'em how we eat and what we all about, nigga

[Too $hort:]
These hoes know what's up, niggaz been havin game
O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch I'm the same
Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name
Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same
Made thirteen albums in a row
Be like Too $hort baby and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be another broke-ass nigga

[Chorus: Kokane]
We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios

[Tray Deee:]
Fuck a business suit, I'm out to where we juice
Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless loot
Runnin game from the brain or the stainless steel
Pushin Holt's high-heels when we bang the field
With the heat out, jack the whole hood with G-clout
Invisible perimeters for niggaz to keep out
You ain't got to ask what the fuck what we bout
Whatever, get the cheddar than an nigga can ease out

[Goldie Loc:]
I used to be able to jump from the free-throw line and bang
Now I bust and crush tracks, nothin really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some hotties (nigga)
Call somebody, I'm layin in this motherfucker bloody
It wasn't because of my shoes, clothes, or money
I was at the wrong place at the wrong time
Paramedics don't know, I was a victim of the crime

[talking:]
Just keep gettin that money mayne
Fuck them niggaz, yeah... this how we eat

[Chorus: Kokane]
We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
(Check it out)

[$hort:] Don't be trick, you know these hoes so slick
[$hort:] Do yo' thang and get rich
[TrayD:] Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got
[TrayD:] You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot
[$hort:] Ask anybody; I stay paid
[$hort:] Most niggaz want pussy, tryna get laid
[TrayD:] Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe
[TrayD:] I break a bitch down then I'm off with the dough
[$hort:] I'm so hungry, I can't wait to eat
[$hort:] I ride brand new shit down the street
[TrayD:] Life is a game of chess, who plays the best
[TrayD:] is the last one that's laid to rest
[$hort:] I know you wanna eat good - it ain't hard
[$hort:] to be a real ghetto superstar
[TrayD:] Focus is the key - if ya want it, it could be
[TrayD:] If ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see
[TrayD:] that's game

[Chorus: Kokane]
We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios

[Big Tigger:]
Catch me headed out west, Impala drive
And when they see balkin and be talkin bout (?)
Too $hort, Eastsidaz, and ya boy Big Tig
It's on and poppin now, but we wattn't always this big
Wanted a Benz and a Lotus (what?)
Whatever feels, sprayin Raid on the roaches
I mean the whole damn scene was kinda hopless (whattchu mean?)
Came home to it, then we flipped the notice
Now we big crib livin, Rockland and non-stop
With hot women, cop drops with rims that don't stop spinnin (whoo!)
And it's just the beginnin (what?)
Cuz as long as the game strong we gon' keep winnin
Big Tigger, Too $hort, drops it so mean
That lets us go get us a team of flatscreens
Three cars, three cribs and three bikes
When I drop this hot shit, I'm gonna cop three plus three mics

[talking:]
Y'all niggaz better stop playin and get yo' game tight
Too $hort, Eastsidaz, Big Tig... oh boy
Album number 13 nigga, y'all better stop chasin the cat
Chase that money, well unless you know
The cat got money (please believe it) this how we eat nigga!
Let's go, oh boy...

 

[fox69]

"This My One"
(feat. E-40)

"This My One"
(feat. E-40)



[E-40]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Too $hort]
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!

[Chorus]

[E-40]
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

[Too $hort]
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
But when they hear that bass shit they say "This my one!"

[Chorus 2X]

 

[fox69]

"This Shit Pound"
(with Too $hort)
(feat. Stressmatic)

"This Shit Pound"
(with Too $hort)
(feat. Stressmatic)



[VERSE 1: E-40]
When I entered the world and took my first breath of air
The doctor gave me a blunt and a 40 ounce of beer
Sat me in the chair, told me to prepare for the worst
He said, "Life can be good and life can stink like a berth"
There's gon' be a lot of back-stabbin and betrayal
So always pack a hammer and some nails
As I got older I hung around older folk
That's why I'm so dope and spit the game I quote
I used to practice lookin hard but now I practice bein silent
I keep [?], can't let 'em catch me out of pocket
Haters'd love to sneak me and try to remove me from Earth
But if I find out who's schemin, they gon' get hauled off in a hearse
I'd rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six
I said it befo' and I meant it
This thing wringin, it's rotten, it's beatin they ass like a belt
If you ain't slappin' E-40, you need to slap yourself

[CHORUS: Stresmatic (2x)]
My partner from the V, my nigga from the Town
Roll that shit up, nigga, pass it around
All in the game like we pitchin off the mound
Four in the box and you know that shit pound

[VERSE 2: Too $hort]
If you don't like it you're a sucker
You dont' bump this, you a stupid motherfucker
All these years makin all these songs
You never heard 'em? What planet you been on?
The old ladies and the lil' kids
Love 40 and Short, we so real with this
You think about the game and what we sayin
Since elementary school, what the fuck they playin?
Born to Mack In a Major Way
75 Girls, Tha Hall of Game
Life Is... Federal
Game Related, Turn it Up - there they go
Our shit been poundin all yo life
Most of y'all niggas, we raised y'all right
Gamed-up hustlers, you ain't no chump
We some real OG's, tell 'em where we from

[CHORUS: Stresmatic (2x)]

[VERSE 3: E-40]
We some bad motherfuckers
E-40 and $hort, two brothers from another mother
We just laugh at the suckers
They hate on real niggas cause they some couch potato hustlers
Treat the rap game like the dope game
Substitute verse licks for the cocaine
Some of you niggas need to be potty-trained
I'll beat you with my belt like Pootie Tang
[Too $hort]
It's just another sunny day in the Golden State
My other money's made when the hoes get paid
I keep it in my sock, spend it when I shop
Everything you want is everything I got
Why you stallin, won't you gimme the scratch
Never ask how a real pimp gets sacks
When you get it from the Bay you just got it like that
If you grew up on E-40 and them Short Dog raps, you a mack

[Too $hort]
You remember
when you was a lil-ass kid
in the car seat listenin to some E-40
Mom and daddy bumpin Too $hort
in the old school
I know you remember
You grew up on that shit

 

[fox69]

"Top Down"

"Top Down"


[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

 

[fox69]

"Triple X"

"Triple X"


[$hort:] Yeah we ridin... yea
[Woman:] Short Dawg
[$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!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Trying To Come Up"
(feat. C.O.)

"Trying To Come Up"
(feat. C.O.)



[Too $hort]
You want the money, wanna be a big mack dog?
You swimmin in women on backlog
Daydreamin 'bout the dividends
The lil' homey said "Man I'm 'bout to get it in"
It's just a sign of the times
You get a little older now you wanna do crimes
He went to jail and now he's got big muscles
He don't think he failed he just picked the wrong hustle
Came home went straight to the block
He got a P.O. but he don't care about the cops
Pocket full of rocks, hella money in his sock
Rims and paint, he don't wanna ride stock
Loud and clear, the beat gon' knock
And a lot of girls walkin down the street gon' stop
and tell each other how they love you
You gettin money and they all wanna fuck you

[Chorus: singer]
I'm tryin to come up! Ohhhhhhh
I'm tryin to come up! Got to keep on movin
Come up! Whoahhhhhh
I'm tryin to come up! Ohhhhhhh

[Too $hort]
The world is violent - so what'cha yellin "peace" for?
Gotta take another ride in a police car
They told you don't tell no lies
Cause the judge gon' set yo' bail so high
for crack! You never shoulda sold it
Cause everything you know, you told it
I thought you was a cocaine cowboy
You caught a case - and what'chu doin now boy?
You singin that same old song
Tellin on your homeboys so you can go home
And now who's gon' win?
I don't need enemies, if you my friend
You just another crab in the barrel
I'm tryin to see the top, stop grabbin, it's frail
I know you wanna come up, make a few mill'
but the homies gon' kill you if you tell

[Chorus]

[C.O. - overlaps Chorus]
C.O. nigga, West Oakland
B.T.T. nigga
I got a two year joint suspension, butter on my bitch coochie
High-tech and my styrofoam, she just popped a half a Louis
Ridin with my hockey stick; I'm just tryin to camouflage
Just hit a grower house, it's dryin out in my garage
P.O. fuckin with me, say I gotta find a job
Honeymoon comin up - bitch I'm married to the mob!
I'm just tryin to come up, before a nigga lock me down
I do life in Salinas for feedin a nigga 50 rounds
I don't say slow down, before a nigga go down
Before a nigga starve, I'll FUNK with the whole town
Tired of cookin coke, I need grown man money
Some of that business foreign car, own land money
I be tryin to get dough, but a nigga will skeet quick
Them hollows gotta get my point across it's so thick
And me and God, we got a real good agreement
I won't start no shit but if they try me I'm squeamish

[Outro: singer]
I'm just tryin to do right, just tryin to get mine
Feel like I'm about to lose my mind if I gotta keep on doin crime
I'm tryin to come up! Cain't do this no more
I gotta come up! Hooooooooo
I'm tryin to come up!
I'm tryin to come up
Said I'm tryin to come up
I'm tryin to come up
Tryin to come up... [fades out]

 

[fox69]

"U Stank"

"U Stank"


[George Clinton]
The luscious bitch, she is true
But it's not nice to fool Mother Nature
The proud mother of God, like all hoes
is jealous of her own shadow
Who is this young big tawny bitch who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons and daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin their brain until their ability to think was amuptated?
By pimpin their instincts until they were fat, horny and strung out?
And her right to be kept queen of the universe
Who is this bitch?

[Too $hort]
You get, somethin for nothin when you got to get the gas
Spit the game in her ear tell her, get on the ave
It's mind manipulation, in every situation
There's a pimp and a ho, somebody roll this Dayton
downhill, takin the easy way
While the other brother say it should be this way
Which one are you? Cause I was "Born to Mack"
Since the day of my birth, I was sworn to that
It's the P-I, M-P, that's in me
You envy, how instantly I make ten G's
And never lift a finger, makes you wanna bring a
player to the show and get your clown Jerry Springer
Blame the consumer's how I look at life
It's just another day in a hooker's life
With no tricks there's no pimpin
It's like drugs with no fiends, sex with no women

[George Clinton (Too $hort)]
Down with the P-Funk, F-U-N-Kaich
Down with the P-Funk, P-U
Down with the P-Funk, F-U-N-K (beotch)
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy not?
Let's funk until they smell it
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)
Let's funk until they smell it

[Too $hort]
I came through, the party was packed
I saw three top notches, the rest was rats
I could smell it, when I first touched down
I saw yo' bitch, she wanna fuck right now
Quit actin scared, cause I just might get her
Spend the night wit her, won't spend my life wit her
My specialty, is runnin game
But this ain't hide and go get it, I ain't playin
I'm on a constant pursuit of panties
She said she had a man, I said bitch can he
stick dick to ya, give ya long slow strokes
Or beat your pussy up 'til it smokes?
Young girl lookin brand new, told me what her man do
Fake-ass nigga, she can't stand you
I took advantage of her, nigga fuck you
I know bitches, I know just what to do
I like fat girls, I had plenty
Black and white, tall or skinny
If you asked me, I won't change my mind
I cain't marry you, I told you that the last time

[George Clinton (Too $hort) {DC}]
Let's funk 'em, let's funk 'em
'til they smell it {hah ha ha!}
Hooha hoo ha, ho hoo hoo
{let's funk 'em 'til they smell it!}
(Bitch!) {let's funk 'em 'til they smell it!}
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)
{let's funk 'em 'til they smell it!}
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)
Miss me with that shit
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)
Miss me with that shit..
.. bitch!

Now, it happened
A case of the miss me with that shits
Miss me with that shit - somethin stink!

[Baby DC]
Well I might be young but I bathe in Cristal
Bitches they know the name, sling dick like pis-tal
Cuff your bitch now 'fore we put her on tape
With some, dick on her face screamin gimme a taste
Fuck the rest of these niggaz and bitches that's like niggaz
(Man just get my motherfuckin Rolex) Man fuck that nigga
I'ma pawn that nigga, I'm beyond that nigga
If you ain't packin a pistol then run my nigga
Cause we been to known to rip shit up, so keep yo' chains up
'fore you lames get plucked, you shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, 'fore I bust, two at your truck
Draped in all black, two in the Coupe, you better duck
(Who's that lookin through my window?) Blaow! Nobody now!
You motherfuckers better lay it down
B-A-B-Y capital D-C
Virtual pimpin, we mackin in 3-D
Miss me with that shit
Yeah that ain't no jive

[George Clinton (Too $hort)]
Down with the P-Funk, F-U-N-K
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy not? (beotch)
Down with the P-Funk, F-U-N-K (you stank)
Down with the P-Funk, F-U (beotch)
Down with the P-Funk, F-U-N-K (you stank)
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy not?
P-Funk, F-U-N
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)
Down with the P-Funk, P-U (you stank bitch)
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)
(I smell ya, you stank)
(Oh it's so funky, cause you stank, beotch)
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)

[George Clinton]
Now you got me talkin niggarish
So just color me like a nigga
Peanut bitin on my tongue while I'm spillin nigga gibberish
Nigga got a habit of babblin broken english
So make an american apple so a nigga won't be distinguished
Perceivin me to be somewhat a common nigga?
Fuck an AK-47, a millimeter
Don't need a fresh hooker on my jock shootin drag
Gettin paid ho
Go rush some cash
You went to school to still run in the street
Back in the day, you know a raw nigga like me don't play
I'm a blue B-L-A-C-K black-ass nigga
Suck my dick and make it bigger
As I walk into the party I grab my goatin ass
You see him and you love him, here you go ho hug him
Walkin around here with your lips curled, makin me sick
Actin like you got class, this here Sheba Makeba
I said naw, disagree
She was a beat the bitch, bitch I bet I'll beat yo' ass
In a minute I'm a cuss
I'm a nigga I don't give a motherfuck
Jam is biggerer, thickerer
You a nigga, but I am nigga-er
This is to be.. (spit it baby!)
(Hey did you get that shit on tape?) (It's on tape!)
(Oh my God that nigga is cold dawg!)
You see my pockets stay full, yours stay empty
You say I look Kunta Kinte
Blue black ain't shit jack, I'm blacker than that
Jet black, yeah I do smoke crack
You and your bitch will get checked
I have no respect for a skeezer
I'll slap her in her muh'fuckin face
And it won't disgrace, this nigga
(Oh yes!) (there it go) (Oh my God!)
(Nigga you got some shit done)

 

[fox69]

"Way Too Real"
(feat. Father Dom)

"Way Too Real"
(feat. Father Dom)



[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
Father Dom and the Playboy $hort, we're living way too real [echos]