Too Short

[fox69]

"Maggot Brain"
(feat. Silk E)

"Maggot Brain"
(feat. Silk E)



[Intro]
Beitch!
Short Short
I'm from The Town

[Too $hort]
Ten years ago, you was havin thangs
Now you ain't nuttin but a maggot brain
Used to be on the block gettin at 'em mayne
Back in the days when you was slangin 'caine
Now you fresh out of jail, just comin home
Livin at your momma's house, nuttin goin on
Cain't hustle, and you cain't fit in
Hit the corner, but you ain't makin friends
Yo' life, just twist and turns
Out on parole, now he fin'sta learn
If you sleep too late you cain't get the worm
You cain't smoke weed cause ain't shit to burn
That's where you at, and ain't no way back
These lil' niggaz on the block stay strapped
Fuck that~! Convicted felon with a gat?
It's mandatory; you get caught you goin back

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You gettin off doin nothin
Get your mind right ya, need to do somethin
Spend all day smokin blunts
You maggot brain, get yo' mind right and so somethin

[Silk E]
You barely pay your rent; spend all day on the phone
You're always lyin, yo' excuses be irrelevant
You let 'em hit and use yo' food stamps to feed his friends
Always yellin, always beggin somebody to babysit
Hell, you're always in barely everything
Always causin problems, always with it, barely know his name
Youse a trainwreck, think we can't see through that?
Get ya mind right, youse a burnt out turfin rat
You barely in your house, it always smell like piss
You only scrapin when company comes over
Then you jumpin in the shower, snitchin and ya gossipin
Ain't nobody like you, so you wonder why she not ya friend
Silk, it's Silk E not cotton blend
Authentic not rented official game spitter
Fight over yo' baby daddy {?} fuck with her
Always talkin shit, always on my nerves, youse a maggot brain
Maggot brain

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
I know you doin bad, but don't stalk her
Your girl upgraded now she's fuckin a baller
She don't wanna be wit'chu - why would she?
Video games, blunts and pussy?
That's all you want, cause you have no goals
Stayin at your momma's house, is so old
You need to reinvent yo'self right now
You need a makeover, a new lifestyle
Some new clothes, a new place to live
Go get yo' baby momma and take yo' kids
Stop doin crime, and stay out of court
Cause you know you ain't never paid child support
And if you get a job, they take it out yo' check
Can't get a driver's license, now you really 'bout to quit
Ten years ago, you was havin thangs
And now you ain't nuttin but a maggot brain - BITCH!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
You in the mix baby
Wit'cha boy Too $hort
I'm still blowin

 

[fox69]

"Married To The Game"

"Married To The Game"


Bitch I'm married

[Chorus:]
I'm mar-ried, married to the game [4x]

[Too $hort]
I see that expression on your face is blank
Look like, you need a little extra space to thank
I'ma put somethin on yo' mind, no doubt
Let me take a long ride inside, yo' mouth
I don't care if the police, run my plates
I got a top notch with me, and one on the way
And we gon' do it all night 'til the sun come up
'Til they both quit and ask me if I done enough
But that's a never endin story how I dogged these hoes
Tryin to run game, bitch I heard it all befo'
It's just me and you baby, some wine and some weed
Now you wanna do the 69 with me
On a sex mission, to the next position
A lot of extra lickin, you know the definition
of a fantasy, can it be true?
Another rendezvous, just me and you
Bitch I'm married

[Chorus]

[Too $hort:]
Don't hide your face baby, stand in the light
Fuck this shit just hand me the mic
Some of y'all hoes don't be dancin right
You can't be a pro when it's amateur night
Curiosity, killed your cat
Kick back, and listen to a real one rap
I'm spittin this game, girl you feelin that?
Open them thighs, let me peel it back
Bitch, you so professional
Can't hold back, baby let it go
Why you wanna test a hoe
Send her to the track, let her flip your roll
She said, "Too $hort baby don't be that way
I've been lovin you ever since back in the day
Now you wanna break me and take my cash
Make me get naked, and shake my ass"
Bitch you got that right
You better do it all day and don't stop at night
Don't make me hurt yo' ass
You can gimme those gifts but I prefer cash
Ain't no stoppin that
I ride down the street with the top in the back
When I was young, I swore I'd never change
Cause I'm all about the money and I'm married to the game

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Money In The Ghetto"

"Money In The Ghetto"


In the ghetto, you think life is hard
Food stamps and to' up cars
Wall to wall dirty orange carpet
Sittin in a bucket, hopin 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, won't see no roach
When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood
You're sittin on leather watchin big screens
Bought by the dope fiends
Smokin, and what about the brother wit the good jobs
Savin money, and workin hard
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya only got one life to live
Another brother got some cocaine
You know his face, but don't know his name
You know he got the sack mayn
And he's sittin on a fat bank
Seven cars at his house in the driveway
Benz so clean don't roll it just fly away
Cause folks got money in the ghetto.. yeah you know

[Chorus One:]
Hey hey hey.. whatcha got to say (There's money in the ghetto)
Hollywoooooood! Havin money in the ghettooo

Money in the ghetto ain't nothin new
It's been like that, 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 promised land
I take you back to Iceberg Slim
And all the players that came before him
If you a everyday hustler, get your money
Cause what they do to black man ain't funny
All the time tryin to put us the pen
You get paroled and then they send you again
All the homies in the hood gettin paid
You might have left but the money stayed
In the ghetto, it ain't all about drugs
Gettin paid doin all kinds of stuff
Only rule on the streets is don't get caught
Unless your hustle ain't breakin the law
And even though rich folks got it good
We sittin on 'em fat in the hood
I'm ridin on some gold ones
Smokin dank and it's potent
Ask them fools, cause they know
There's money in the ghetto

[Chorus One]

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 of dank then
Rich nigga get high relaxin
If I bust a Ben Frank' get some Andrew Jacksons
Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill
You know the math, let's make a deal
On the one dollar bill if you look on the front
You find the face of George Washington
Make money baby, that's all I do
That'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 Hamilton, my old time friend
They put his face on the front of the ten
These are the dead, presidents
From the hood and they represent
The American dream for the average minority
Make your money get some weed and a forty
I'm on the Eastside livin like a king
Kick back watchin fifty inch screens
Bounce to the Westside, hit the studio
And spend my money in the ghetto

[Chorus Two:]
Hey hey hey.. whatcha got to say (They got money in the ghetto)
Hollywoooooood! Havin money in the ghettooo

Nowadays if you can't say a rap, or play sports
You might just come up short
And they always say the same things
Don't be a gangster or a dopefiend
Get your high school diploma, go to college
Get a degree and start makin dollars
Only one thing wrong, and it's a trip
Inner city schools don't teach us shit
Got us stuck on stupid, straight S.O.S.
Can't get nothin, but they payin the rest of them fools
All around the world in the other countries
They should be spendin that money right here
In the state of California
You graduate and can't spell diploma
Dip to the hood and get rich
Slangin rocks to a smoked out bitch
No school'll come close to that
A few transaction make my pockets fat
I make a lot of money and it ain't no lie
I'll probably ball til the day I die
And if I didn't, so what?
I bet you I'd still come up
Cause there's a whole lot of money in the ghetto.. yeah you know

[Chorus Two]

 

[fox69]

"Money Maker"
(feat. Pimp C, Rick Ross)

"Money Maker"
(feat. Pimp C, Rick Ross)



Oh! [3X]
Oh! [2X]

[Too $hort]
I love to see you dance, do it your way
Shake that ass, you know it's okay
I just wanna know, if you'll strip
Make a real player wanna give you a tip
You move so sexy, I love the way you wiggle
Your titties bounce around and your big booty jiggles
Make the video, it's official
Throw the stiff hoes out the game, blow the whistle
I only fuck with money makers, the hustlers
Bitches who know how to get motherfuckers
You tryin hard, you put everything into it
Cain't understand how these other hoes do it
You ain't got no name brand shit
Tryin to be fly but you ain't that bitch
You've gotta want it to get it
Give a trick some pussy tell him put somethin wit it

[Chorus]
Get down on it good if you a shaker
I see you got him where you want him, get your cake up
Drop it down to the flo' and get your paper
Cause you a thoroughbred, youse a money maker
Now let me see you pop that pussy, girl shake that ass
Do a nasty dance, girl make that cash
Bend that ass ovah, and touch the flo'
He gotta tip if he want some mo' - tip that pussy!
Shake that ass girl

[Verse 2]
Eyes get pussy hoe, shake that ass
You're like the 84 but rich, cause it's sittin on glass
Ain't nothin happenin but tricks gettin broke
Fucked a lot of politicians but she never go vote
The bitch got a lot of contacts
Every nigga that she fuck got some kind of contract
R&B singers, ballplayers and rappers
Niggaz call back cause the bitch got a snapper
I'm tryin to get the bitch to chew
It's payday bitch, you done paid your dues
You're scrapin up your knees, climbin up the pole
Yeah you a hoe but you just ain't out on the stroll

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
I'm checkin these hoes, like checkin accounts
I'm checkin for checks, get checks and I bounce
I fuck with the vets, lot of money to count
My hoes be stressed, put a gun in her mouth
Bitch bring it to me, see I need it all
I need another Benz, hoe fuck 'em all
I fucks with Chad, I fucks with Todd
Bein trill niggaz baby this our fuckin job
I can meet her today, be in love by tonight
You can bet by tomorrow, she'll be traffickin white
She wanna fuck with me (Ross) for the rest of her life (Ross)
Cause when I fuck her she tell me it's the best in her life
It's Ricky Ross (Ross) you know my steez (steez)
Still holdin ki's like your bitch holdin these (these)
I'm a Dade County Chevy rider
But I gotta Benz that's fuckin up everybody

[Chorus]

Shake that ass girl!

 

[fox69]

"More Freaky Tales"

"More Freaky Tales"


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

[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]

[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]

[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?
Beyotch!

 

[fox69]

"Nasty Rhymes"

"Nasty Rhymes"


[Hook:]
Too $hort why you say those nasty words?
Too $hort why you say those nasty rhymes?
How come you be dissin all us girls?
Too $hort why you say those nasty words?

It's like this bitch

See I hit the studio ten years ago,
Screamin out cuss words like "fuck you ho"
Comin from East Oakland went nationwide,
I'm on my tenth album bitch and I still aint died
Wouldn't change for nuthin, gettin paid to kick it,
You could rap your whole life and wouldn't make a mealticket
Nigga don't stop rappin let the hoes keep hoin',
As long as I'm alive I'ma keep on rollin
Can't do nuthin for a bitch while she bleed,
You can put that on a fat bag of weed
And get high, nigga fuck these hoes,
I'll be singin nasty rhymes even when I'm old
Cause I don't stop rappin, bank keep stackin,
Wherever theres hoes best believe I'm mackin
All you emcees tryin to take my place,
Yellin "Beyotch!!" just to hear the people say

[Hook]

I talk bad about a bitch, it aint that hard,
Never got the big head still the same old Todd
In every household niggas know my name,
Hoes love the way I kick that game
From nineteen-eighty to ninety-six,
I'm still makin hits, hoes ridin the dick
My crew is thick, and we dangerous,
You lick dick bitch, you wanna hang with us?
You better never talk down on a player,
I'm $horty the pimp, I got hoes everywhere
I get my cash quick you lil' fast bitch,
I take you to my house and get my ass licked
You say hey Too $hort why you rap so nasty,
I look you in the face and say bitch don't ask me
Nuthin, they'll never take my place,
I'm yellin "Beyotch!!" just to hear the people say

[Female speaking indeterminately]

Don't get me wrong bitch

See I got a gang of homies that I put on deck,
I make the shit that you bump when you in the projects
You can check my file and won't find a flaw,
You can ask these bitches am I really raw
Like Captain Fowl, I cuss you out while I spit in your mouth,
So bitch don't ask me how
Too $hort fucked it up came back again ho,
Smokin them big fat sacks of indo
I make a new album every year,
My speakers so loud I can barely hear
I got a bad bitch, with some big ol' breasts,
I like to play with them titties, lay my dick on her chest
And start strokin, thats how it should be,
I'm bustin' nuts everywhere but in her pussy
And if sometimes things don't go my way,
I say "Beyotch!!" just to hear the people say

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Nation Riders"
(feat. Slink Capone)

"Nation Riders"
(feat. Slink Capone)



Chucks to gators, great to greater
Quit the bullshit to make the paper
Who said a gangster can't be a banker
Ya gotta make ya money in large amounts
Shut ya mouth, you ain't spittin no dolla signs
You ain't talkin bout swallowin mine
When the mic turned on, Slink Capone for the job
'cuz you know I'm fully qualified
A lotta niggaz wanna know what it takes to make
The pretty bitches sell they bodies from state to state
You all caught up in the hype like Wayne Loc say
Try the shit again, 'cuz it ain't yo day
You wanna dive in head first, but you don't know the game
Now they got you for ya scratch and ya Rolex chain
Even if ya leakin out a hole in the brain
Motherfucker, you still better throw them thangs
Nationwide is the clique, and we supply the funk
Snatch a hatin ass punk and make him ride in the trunk
Ain't no denyin us, we the livest
And we never let the muthafuckin iron rust
Anybody wanna get served, line up
And if you ridin with us, get behind us
Slink Capone, Murda One, Playa Playa on that ass
Get the cash, see in platinum we trust, nigga what??
I put a punk bitch in a chokehold for trippin
Intervenin on my Crippin and we known for dippin
Don't try to clown and get caught up in the wrong position
Ya hard head, what you think you too grown to listen
Only GOD really knows how long we livin
Unforgiven, but our acts be hunger driven
Growin up in the city, made some wrong decisions
But $hort plugged me in, now I'm on precision

 

[fox69]

"Nation Riders Anthem"

"Nation Riders Anthem"


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
Get ready to lock and load, and let the drama unfold

 

[fox69]

"Never Talk Down"
(feat. MC Breed, Rappin' 4-Tay)

"Never Talk Down"
(feat. MC Breed, Rappin' 4-Tay)



[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 2x]

[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 2x]

[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

[Chorus 2x]

 

[fox69]

"No Love From Oakland"

"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