Too Short

[fox69]

"Quit Hatin' Pt. 2"
(feat. Lil' Jon, Lyfe, Pimp C)

"Quit Hatin' Pt. 2"
(feat. Lil' Jon, Lyfe, Pimp C)



[Intro/Chorus: Lil' Jon (repeat 2x)]
Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin!
Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin!
God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH
God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH

[Lyfe:]
I got the call, stuck at the crib, hoe I'm ready for war
Call your boy I got the deals and I'm hittin the do'
I got some niggaz with them figures waitin at the club
Gettin jigga with a swigga while I'm sittin on dubs
Lookin fake as hell, I keep my nails ready to fight
Club closed, powdered nose, I'm on one tonight
I keep them hatin bitches up so they can mimic the game
Watch yo' back cause if he gangsta then I'm takin yo' mayne
Haha, y'all bitches ain't keep shit real
Y'all bitches ain't got the wheel
Y'all bitches done clappin ya traps and don't even know the fuckin deal
Y'all just some hatin ass hoes, mad cause these real niggaz chose
Y'all bitches be poppin that shit gon' get popped in ya fuckin nose
Cause this shit big shit bitch, I'm down with that player shit
Y'all over there talkin now but you really just wanna suck his dick
Y'all bitches is scared and y'all been dared to make a move hoe
It's Joan of Arc, pullin guns on y'all hatin hoes

[Chorus]

[Pimp C:]
My baby momma butler hooked me with thirty-six
So many games cookin whippin down 55 in this bitch
Niggaz thought that I was slumpin I was steadily pumpin
Niggaz talkin bout a drop but man I ain't dealin nothin
I'm a self made nigga on the grind in the skreets
I ain't really wanna do it but my baby had to eat
From sales to hotels and dough from pote(?)nail
Pay everybody bail, ain't no spendin time in jail
Been around the world, y'all niggaz ain't seen all the shit I seen
Them girls, send them to Essence cause they sixteen
I'm comin through a couple bars to pimp them nipplezeens
In Southern Benz, S-Class, know what the fuck I mean?
A pimper, a stankin shriver(?) a Jack Tripper
A candy sweet dipper playin with cock and suckin on nipples
Every day my game get thicker, gettin good head from champagne sippers
Rapper the bird flipper, man, a motherfuckin nigga

[Chorus]

Haters can't get it cause I ride with thugs, killers
Can only date the millionaires and drug dealers
Takin notes from Scarface and Goodfellas
Straight gangsters or them motherfuckein hoodfellas
Pretty and still gritty, like Frank Nitti
And I, flaunt my titties like I'm on "Sex and the City"
So here we go again, daddy short, why they hatin?
Cause ain't none bitch this rich and hit makin

[Chorus]

[Too $hort having convo that starts over Chorus]
What's up Todd?
What's up with you girl, what's goin on?
Ahh shit, the usual, fly from here to there
Doin a little bit of change, legal money - ha ha ha
Like that? Guess what, you know you on my album right?
What? So what are you saying Todd?
He he he, I'm sayin that, it's goin down right now baby
The song is called "Quit Hatin'," and I just wanna know
What would you say to the haters in yo' life?
Niggaz hatin.. bitches hatin.. fuck 'em!

[Singer - repeat to fade:]
You ain't gotta hate me so much
Just show me some love, when I pull up on dubs
And you ain't gotta pay me to fuck
Just show me some love, when you see me at the club

 

[fox69]

"Rap Like Me"

"Rap Like Me"


Too $hort, MC

Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top
Keep doing what you're doing and you're sure to get dropped
Like a trick, nothing's even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and Fred Benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming "Bitch!"
You fronting MC, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can't rap
I said it before, I'll say it again
You don't belive me, ask your fans
When I walked into Cali, the place was packed
Sir Too $hort "Don't stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen to mine
I'm not starting a fight, just telling it right
The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic
His name is Too $hort, now shut your mouth
In '81 I was rocking the house
I'm a hustler, baby, coming up
I hustle every day and I don't sell drugs
I don't run no gangs, don't shoot no dice
Gave the same damn speech to the Oakland vice
But if you keep pushing, just like you
When they see me on the strip, coming through
I break it down so vicious it'll break your back
With the beat so loud playing Too $hort raps
That's it, I'm set
No need to talk that bullshit
I need a, Oaktown, big time sound
Just enough beat to get on down
So, you other rappers listen to mine
You wouldn't catch Short Dog rapping nursery rhymes
Call my rap trash, jam the junk
Put a sticker on the cover: "X-Rated Funk"
It's just me, you say I won't go far
But I won't stop rapping cause I rap so hard
From here to New York, back to California
I bumped your girlfriend, don't say I didn't warn ya
All this time you said she's your ho
You really shouldn't give baby all that dough
She gave it all to me cause I fuck so good
I practice on the girls in my neighborhood
Cause when I'm freaky I rap, I spit a rap to a freak
I rarely ever think about a sucker MC
I go platinum, it's just like slapping 'em, bitch
Short Dog in the house, starting some shit
MC's rock and MC's roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I'd be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was the king of the Oaktown, spitting my game
10 years later, ain't nothing changed
Still the Boss of the Bay, and I know what they say
They call me "Godfather" and they call you "Gay"
Bitch! It's 1990
Your girlfriend's out there trying to find me
She heard about me, I fucked her best friend
I guess she wants to see if I can do it again
You want to be like me, so damn bad
The impossible dream all you MC's had
If you could rap like me, you wouldn't have the dream
Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken wing
If could rap like me, they say you're so great
But when they talk about you, they say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep on saying "Fuck Too $hort"
But I'm a better MC than you
And ain't a damn thing you can do, but bitch
On the TV screen, in the magazines
When they interview you, you just make up things
You're on an ego trip and you're fronting like you're down
You're not the first real rapper from the Oakland town
You're just a new jack, and you can't even rap
You wanna trip? Trip on that
I'm like MC Lyte, checking hoes tonight
If you're not a real rapper, get off the mic
Cause with a fake MC, a song's never complete
You'd better learn to rap like me

"Thought you want to be like Too $hort" [Scratched 2x]

Whenever I rap, you call it noise
I'm tearing up shit up like the Acorn Boys
On 10th street, I got a big freak
Until you learn to speak, realize you're weak
Cause it's the Oaktown, and they all get down
To the rhythm of the Too $hort funky sound
It goes boom, baseline's on ya
Dangerous Crew from Oakland, California
Bitch don't front cause Short Dog is hard
If you answer my rap, I tear your ass apart
Just liket this, it lasts forever
You make a song and I make one better
You say I cuss, I say you're fake
Your eyes pop open like paper plates
You fronting MC, I hate to cap
I make hit records with the vicious raps
I said it before, I'll say it again
The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans
Like silicon titties, can you feel 'em?
How can a fake rapper fuck with a real one?
Shit, I'm that rapping man
I like you like the Klu Klux Klan
Motherfucker want to front on me?
My posse got a real MC, Too $hort
And it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stop
Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking, bitch

"Thought you want to be like Too $hort" [Scratched 4x]

Now back to the subject, my boy MC
Whatever you say, you can't rap like me
Rappers like me make real hits
Rappers like you talk bullshit
I told my boys there's a new Funky Drummer in town
You're trying to be like James Brown
If I couldn't be me, who would I be?
I damn sure wouldn't be a sucker MC
Cause I'm not like you, my game is true
I pimped these hoes and I pimped you, too
Cause I'm boss, and boss makes the rules
You disobey and you be a fool (Now listen)
One, remember how it all began
Don't guess, the answer is "Oakland"
Two, you'd better learn to rap like me
Or you like to be a fake MC
Three, never talk down on a player
I wouldn't care if you was Fred Astaire
Last but not least, number four:
Don't ever fuck with Too $hort, bitch

"Thought you want to be like Too $hort" [Scratched 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Recognize Game"
(feat. Chyna)

"Recognize Game"
(feat. Chyna)



[$hort:] Straight pimpin
[Chyna:] Check, fuck all that pimp shit
[$hort:] Whatchu say bitch?
[Chyna:] Haha, nigga know what you do?
You let my nuts go, ya heard me?
You let my nuts go, hahahaha
[$hort:] Oh you Chyna White huh?
[Chyna:] It's a new breed of bitches out here baby
Haha, we do it live ya heard me? Haha
[$hort:] I got somethin for yo' ass
[Chyna:] Yeah baby, it's all game

[Too $hort:]
I got that old game, but I don't need Viagra
Spit a few lines in no time I'll have ya
If I don't, I find a new bitch
And if you tryin to get back it's useless
I can't do shit, unless you pay me
I been breakin in hoes since the 80's
Ain't nuttin changed, it's still a pimp thang
And if you ain't wit it, you must be insane

[Chyna:]
Yeah you might talk like a pimp, walk with a limp
But look - you bout old as the game
Short Dawg shit is all in your name
And fuck dick, cause it all be the same
Shit, I be the one to get in your brain
To make you know you ain't shit
You got a Benz, I got a Jag, so what?
You got hoes, I got niggaz to cut
And I treat 'em like prostitutes and sluts
Take it from Chyna; niggaz ain't shit but dick and nuts

[Too $hort:]
Yeah baby.. I always respect the game
That's why bitches, always let me hit that thang
I hit it good, I hardly ever keep in touch
Top notches, it's hard to believe I fuck
But I did it, every time I see her I get it
I know you heard Short Dawg got digits
Don't forget it, I'm all about the pimp shit
I ain't no sucker with a limp dick

[Chyna:]
Fuck the dumb shit, niggaz they come quick
9th Ward bitches always get they cunt licked
You know the game, if you get a hoe it's probably from the fame
Ugly niggaz pretty bitches you know the aim
I got niggaz with my name tatted on they chest
And I don't give a fuck about another bitch cuz I'm the best
Picture Chyna long mink in a stretch
Back to back with a Lex, lettin off tecs, ya heard me?

[Chorus: Too $hort + Chyna White]
[$hort:] It ain't the same, shit done changed
New Orleans bitches live against the grain
Oakland niggaz we be off the chain
Chyna White and Too $hort play the game, whatchu say?
[White] It ain't the same baby, shit done changed baby
What what game recognize game baby
What what all my thugs let 'em hang baby
Chyna White and Too Sheezy off the chain baby (ya heard?)

[Too $hort:]
I been spittin this game since about 2:40
It's a quarter to 3, whatchu gon' do shorty?
Choose on a player or roll with a square
I'm tryin to holla at you, fuck them hoes over there
I wish I could get you outside in my truck
Put my hang between your legs maybe then I'll fuck
You know whassup, I'ma see you next time
Droppin sex lines, so I can fuck one time

[Chyna:]
Nigga how many times you done seen "The Mack?"
How many times you gon' think with your sac
Then talk with your genitals?
I run with strictly criminals
Top notch bitches, in drop top sixes
I'm from New Orleans, where bitches put shit in your greens
Bury your drawers, shatter your dreams, make you stop eatin
Cabbage and beans, dolla dolla what them know bout the cream
And fuck the worl cause it ain't what it seems (ya heard?)

[Chorus Two: Chyna White]
It ain't the same baby, shit done changed baby
New Orleans bitches live against the grain baby
Oakland niggaz baby off the chain baby
Chyna White and Too $hort play the game baby
It ain't the same baby, shit done changed baby
What what game recognize game baby
What what all my thugs let 'em hang baby
Chyna White and Too Sheezy off the chain baby

[Too $hort:]
You know us Oakland niggaz still pimp to this day
Still wear perms with big old waves
Three or four hoes in a mini-van
Ridin round tryin to get all I can
When you see "The Mack," you see my town
If hoes get money we'll be around
Talkin that punk bitch out her chips
Please believe me, don't doubt the shit
I'm still pimpin.. let it ride

 

[fox69]

"Respect The Pimpin'"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Silk-E, Elijah Baker)

"Respect The Pimpin'"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Silk-E, Elijah Baker)



[Intro: repeat 2X]
Ooooooh, respect the pimpin

[Too $hort]
I'll never forget, the Ward Brothers player
Old school pimps like Roosevelt Taylor
The list goes on for like three generations
Oakland pimp shit, all in your face man
Some other cities take pride in trickin
You can hear it when their rappers start spittin
Instead of you and yo' woman gettin money together
You do all the hustlin, and she gets all the cheddar
You tell her go shop, but she ain't got a job
Then you brag in your raps - to me it sounds odd!
Cause I was raised by pimps in the O
They taught me real good how to send a hoe
And now you niggaz tryin to bend the rules
You must have came up around some friendly dudes
You need to stop doin all that extra simpin
and change the words in your song and respect the pimpin

[Chorus: Silk-E]
You've got money but you got no game
Think all the ladies wanna love youuuu?
Probably gotta, make it rain
Take her shoppin - respect the pimpin
You a front for the game - you was posin
Got your gators and your super Q
Can you feel me?
Respect the pimpin

[Snoop Dogg]
All I wanna be is well known now
Drive a 'llac, big mack and do my own style
Keep a freak, on the street, that fit the profile
At the pad, money stack, watchin dough pile
Reminiscin of a player that I once knew
He had it all, went broke, but he still kept it true
Bounced back, like a real mack, got a new sack
New hoes, new clothes, and found a new track
Now that's a player that I always wanna be like
Did dirt, went to church and lived the street life
Ask $hort, ask Snoop, we gon' tell you the truth
A real pimp, keep a prostitute, and she get lots of loot
Do what she gots'ta do
Come back with MOOLAH, like she 'posed to do
And stay close to you, so if you ever fell
Here's the one most important thing about this tale
Ask Michelle, Tammy and Nell, when they went to jail
They know who came through with that bail - it was me!
Cause I respect the P, do the same
Don't be no lame, respect the game

[Outro: repeat 3X]
Ooooooh, respect the pimpin

 

[fox69]

"Rhymes"

"Rhymes"


Without a doubt I'm comin' back and if you don't know
Call me S. I. R. T. double O
I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time
I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine
I carry big fat WIVES, I treat my girls like guys
Ask 'em "who do they love?" and they all say TIDE
I'm just an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say these lines
So go on and on, I'm sir Too Short
Just what you've been lookin' for
Like PCP or pure cocaine
DJ universe got you SPRUNG IN THE GAME
You make money, hear my rap from coast to coast
From host to host, I hear the toast:
"Too Short, love the way you that hit
here's to you, keep rhymin' and boy don't quit"
I say This is how it goes when I say my rap
Most times when I rhyme wouldn't be like that
'cause the way I write rhymes you will comprehend
I'll keep rappin' to the very end
And if you call me fake I'll say so what?
I got you standin' and noddin' like you just shot up
So boy straightin' up I'm still rappin'
Comin' at you fresh. Do you know what happened?
I'm sayin' rhymes messin' with your mind
I didn't want your girl 'cause she really ain't fine
I took her to a motel could've been a hotel
It costs me 20 dollars but I did it so well
She had to tell your sister, your sister told you
Now the whole damn town calls me playboy too
I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they don't stop
I'm lookin' at an empty page about to fill it up
I write only the truth, speak only to you
So if I tell you to say somethin' then you know what to do
I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they never stop
I live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
Jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All you wanna be mothers get no child support
I'm Too Short baby gettin' rich
Get on the mic and then say... Like left to right
Right to left girl stealin' your heart is like petty theft
Like 10 to 9, 3 to 2
I'll always be one up on you
Like nightfall makes the sun go down
CRAZY RACK laid the beat changed your life around
From the sea to the mountains the mountains to the sea
All you're gonna do is wanna rock this beat
It's so rough so tough when I talk this stuff
When I get on the mic I can't get enough
I'm the rapper of the season, fresh and decent
All my raps are smooth and decent
I'm that rapper known place to place
For the hardest raps with the hardest bass
You see I rap all the time, that's the point
When I walk in the place I just jam the joint
Singin' old Too Short's on the microphone
The beat's so fresh can't leave me alone
You see I rap so cool I will not shout
I keep comin' so hard I might knock you out
If you battle with Short that's the chance you take
So you better come fresh and don't be fake
All you weak MC's with your weak drum beats
Tellin' all your people you can hang with me
Count 1 to 10 count 10 to 20 and I'll just keep on makin' money
Life is Too Short I don't stop
I'm hooked on money like a junkie on TOP
I got to make it every day, I won't go broke
Ask me am I rich and I'll say "no"
I'm your homeboy Too Short back again
Puttin' Oakland on the map my rap will never end
I'd like to send a special thanks to the dangerous crew
For believin' in me when they thought I was through
I got rhymes, I keep 'em comin'
I'm on the mic, I won't stop rappin' till it comes out right
And when it's BEATIN' I'll just say "let's roll"
I make another record and buy some gold
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
I'm like a one man crew, you see I don't need help
I get the job done so all you fake rappers, MC's rap masters
Give it up leave that rappin' to me
Realizin' young buck you can't rock that beat
I rap on the mic and you'll believe
Nothin' ain't kickin' like the BIG OLD C
It's just one hard rapper spittin' a rap
Not 3 or 4 sucka's or a couple of saps
Like born to Mack I'll cash a check
Walkin' 'round like a fool livin' up to his rep
I'll tell you life ain't long
What you waitin' for?
Thought you wanted to be like Too Short?

 

[fox69]

"Sadity"
(feat. Daz, Kurupt)

"Sadity"
(feat. Daz, Kurupt)



[Intro: Daz ($hort)]
Uhh, yeah
This for all them girls that be actin like they so fine
Whassup $hort?
(Man grab Lil Jon and Kurupt) Kurupt
(Let's fuck these hoes up) Daz
(Yeah) Lil Jon
(Whassup with that bitch?)

[Daz]
She want it, Gucci'd up, jewelry'd down
Give a fuck if you fine bitch, we got to clowwwn
Break it down for all you bad hoes
E'rybody's somebody, yeah they gots to know
Livin off a scholarship, parents and lawsuits
Wanted that pussy girl, soon as I saw you
Baby girl you the freak of the week
So sadity, you ain't pretty girl, suck on theeeese
Sorry, don't want me to talk like dat
I gotta see you girl when you walk like dat
Ask your name and number and I start to wonder
Is there any mo' stuck up hoes out yonder
Sexy brown chocolate vanilla white child
I like yo' ass and I like yo' smile
But all that smirkin gon' get you cussed out
Fuck you bitch, put this dick in your mouth

[Chorus: Daz]
See I don't, know why, you act so sadity
You're superbad bitch but your ass ain't pretty
Show me your ass girl, then show me yo' titties
Too $hort, Lil Jon and Pound get wit it

[Interlude]
(Why you act sadity.. why you act sadity..)
(Why you act sadity.. why you act sadity..)

[Too $hort - over Interlude]
Fuck that bitch!
With her sadity ass

[Kurupt]
Damn, look at her, what's your name?
How come I ain't never met you in the game?
You somebody I could have on my side
We could partner in crime, it's just you and I
The problem is that you're just a bitch
I couldn't trust you as far as you can sit and piss
Look bitch, I know you got bank
You're actin rude, and your attitude is stank bitch
But that shit won't work with me
Uncle Too $hort, or D-A-Z
See I'm bangin to Lil Jon
When this dumb pretty bitch turned my radio off
Had a nigga, so pissed off
So I laid right back and let her eat my dick off
Yeah bitch, I'm talkin to you
Stop actin high sadity bitch, chill be cool

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
You got money in your purse girl
Shake that ass, make it work girl
Tryin to shake it 'til it hurt girl
I'm fin' ta check yo' ass
Lil' bad-ass bitch came through with her clique
They all look good, I'm like who would I pick
When they walk past me, I do 'em like this
Grab that ass, let her feel on my dick
Actin fake sadity and stuck up
Sittin next to her, she holla get the fuck up
You ain't never too cute to get slapped
Shit gon' change when you get with a mack
You can't hold back when you fuck with me
Don't let me find out that you're just a tease
Don't let me find out you won't suck my balls
Bitches like that I don't fuck with y'all
I fuck with bad bitches, my girls do it all
I ain't gotta finance trips to the mall
Tell that fine-ass bitch I'm Todd Shaw
As I stick my dick in her jaw

[Chorus + Interlude]

 

[fox69]

"Sample The Funk"

"Sample The Funk"


Sup?
Short Dogg back in the house beeyatch!
And it don't stop to the beat
Ain't no thang but a chicken wing
We gonna do it like this one mo' time

Straight from Oakland, California I'm back again
Short Dogg's on the mic 'bout to mack and pimp
We got flavor at the Dangerous Crew camp
Save ya money, can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you can get bees
stuck in the back of your throat
Fuckin with a pimp named Sir Too $hort
We coulda sampled the Luke but we didn't
I'd rather treat ya like a ho and start pimpin
When will you other brothers realise?
Can't fuck with my crew better feel your eyes
cos you must be blind if you can't see
And I'ma say this shit quite frankly
I give a fuck when freestylers step up
I don't do it, tell you 'bout it on the next cut
Cos right now we gotta feel the flow
and make sure we keep it real slow
Just like the motherfuckin Dangerous Crew
We gettin funky like it's 1972
Still puffin on them zags, dressed like pimps
and axe Ohio Players once again
can we sample the funk?

Y'know we don't wanna wear it out
We just wanna lil' piece, y'knowhati'msayin?
We ain't goin loopy, we're goin freaky
We gonna funk it track for track
Dangerous Crew style
Ant Banks let me flip this one more time
Ya ready?

All you brand new rappers got a new flow
You ain't samplin James Brown no mo'
Probably try to sample cameo
Parliament Funkadelic, you scandalous ho
you stole it, Ossie Brothers, Bark Kays
Barry White, Isaac Hayes
Have you heard the term 'Sample Clearance'?
Start the nigga who wrote it, would never hear it
Now we're suin your ass for sure
Got'cha spendin all ya money cos you need a lawyer
You got problems and ya need ta solve em
Ya shouldn't of sampled wouldn't of had dem problems
If you'd have played your own shit
you wouldn't be broke, you woulda made ya long grip, bitch
But that's irrelevant now, my friend
cos they done wiped you clean like Ant Banks' Benz
Sittin on some three-piece AMG's
Better find you a sample, you ain't playin these
kinda beats, so funky make your fingers pop
If you can't find a sample you ain't got
not one damn thing for a nigga to ride to
But I been gettin funky since I was in high school
Growin up in that Bootsy's rubber band
In '76, seen a mothership land
Nothin but funk all in your face
I like to slow it way down in ass and bass
cos that's how we be layin tracks
Just flip the funky rhyme and start sayin raps
Get funky with Ant Banks, PeeWee, Shorty B
Father D, Dope D, Tony T
The motherfuckin Dangerous Crew
and that's the drop from the dime, we'll change the groove
just to sample the funk

Beeyatch!
That's right, PeeWee friggin the keyboards
Tony T on the drums, Shorty B on the bass
Ant Banks on the mixing boards, Short Dogg on the vocals

Right now you know the story of Too $hort baby
First started rappin in 1980
I got more game than Monopoly
Now I'm makin money there ain't nobody stoppin me
Used to be local til I signed with Jive, man
Used to like to sample now I'm rollin with live band
Now that I finally did this shit
I'm makin one more album and then I quit
and only one thing could make me say I'm not
and that's one million dollars on the spot
Upfront cash, money, no compromise
No schemes, no scandals, don't front and lie
Just pay the man in full
Thirty years old, torch the bull
Ain't givin shit up but the funk
Let these record companies know what the fuck I want
Cos they been fuckin black folks right from the start
When you sign that line tear your ass apart
For every one you get they gettin five
Niggas gettin paid but it don't seem right
I know where I came from and know where I'm at
and my last two albums don't sound real bad
I'm Too $hort baby, I ain't no punk
I'm just askin 'Can I sample the funk?'
So can we sample the funk?
Bitch!

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin?
I'm talkin to George Clinton, Bootsy Collins
My nigga Suga Foot and Diamond from the Ohio Players
I'm talkin to James Brown
We know where the funk came from
Johnny 'Guitar' ??
To all y'all niggas, y'all can sample all you want
Here we go loopty-loo
cos the Dangerous Crew goin to get funky like this
Flip it!

 

[fox69]

"Say I"
(with E-40)
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

"Say I"
(with E-40)
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)



[Chorus:]
All in favor of giving ripped and gone
And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting super high
You might start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I

[Verse 1: E-40]
Brought me in and watch me go, bad on a hoe ass nigga
Don't give me no more I'm on my second fifth of liquor
Once I'm power up it's hard for me to power down
I fuck a nigga up, and put tears on em like a clown
I went from rags to riches, riches to rags,
Top convertibles, Benzs and Jags
Smoking me herbal, sipping me wine,
Or should I say turbo 'cause it's green and it's lime
Ever since he was infant he was raised around pimps
When he took his first step, he walked with a limp
Man this nigga hard headed damn fool
His teacher sucked his dick in high school
Supercalifragilistic ex be ala hooligan
Breakin down the diesel mixing cookies with the headband
Went to jail on a Friday, didn't get out till Tuesday
Got a DUI for drinking too much lou, bitch

[Chorus:]
All in favor of giving ripped and gone
And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting super high
You might start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
I. Got a DUI, why? I didn't even have to drive
Now, I'm in jail for a crime, made bail and I paid the fine
My lawyer charged me high ass prices,
DNV, bout to take my license
Insurance, is going up, and when I go to court I know I'm fucked
All this shit, just for drinking
Need a designated driver, I'm to drunk for thinking
Two hands on the steering wheel
Don't let a friend drink and drive if you being real
Might crash the whip, might lose your life
If I get too high tonight just make sure
I making home safe and you do the same
Now let's get fucked up and lose it man, bitch

[Chorus:]
All in favor of giving ripped and gone
And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting super high
You might start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Roll the paper so loud I wake up the neighbors
The boss I don't need no favor
You pussy so fuck a hater bitch
Now that my cake up, my crib got an elevator,
My new shoes is alligator
And ever meal got a waiter with it
And I'm all about pour drank up
While I'm rolling the stank up
Sweat my wife out her make up,
Blow a pound when I wake up,
See the cars they don't wanna race us
I do it big niggas do it A Cup
Walk up in the club then gonna bring some champagne
I'm a blow a lot of drugs, I put money on it,
Spendin all this bank let a fuck nigga hate
Real nigga show love sound funny don't it
All this money think I lucked up,
All this Gin got me fucked up
Man I live life the taylor way
Drinking Bombay and lemonade, rolling up some paper planes.

[Chorus:]
All in favor of giving ripped and gone
And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting super high
You might start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I

 

[fox69]

"Set Up"

"Set Up"


One.. two.. one, two, three, four

[Too $hort:]
First we got the crack
Then we got the gats
Then they changed all the laws
It was a set up
Lockin all the young homies up
Gettin 'em all shot dead in the streets
Straight set up

I remember when the world went crazy
Crack cocaine, hit the streets in the 80's
Right before the crack they was smokin fat
They called it freebase and rich folks did that (that's right)
It's all good, but nobody in the hood
Put powder in water and cooked it, they never would (naw)
A white boy did it, showed niggaz how to get it
The rich man's high got the ghetto addicted
It used to be expensive, fuck that ten shit
Turnin out cute little bitches that was innocent
Five years later, she to' up from the flo' up (be-itch)
Niggaz used to kiss her, now the bitch smell like throw-up
(hoe) What? I'm tellin the truth
The man had a plan that was killin the youth
You can smoke it, or sell it, if you choose you lose
It was a set up, got everybody singin the blues
They gave you the crack to start flippin your sack
You makin your money, it's sittin in stacks (yeah)
You bought you some gats, for niggaz who jack
Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker bag that (nigga what?)
Somebody died, you're goin to war
You got a lot of straps and you want some more
You in the little leagues, AK's from the Middle East
Guns and coke, you wanna get a piece?
It was a set up, that's what the O.G.'s say
I heard Rick got his dope from the CIA
A new kind of baller out in sunny Los Angeles
Benzes, houses, young niggaz havin this
Oakland got a taste and all over the place
Detroit to Miami they was rollin case
Down to I-75, whatchu need in Atlanta
White Christmas, a bag full of dope like Santa

(Whatchu need homey whatchu need?) It was a set up
(I got whatchu need baby, I got whatever you need)
(You got the money? I got the llello)

Don't look in his eyes, use your automatic weapons
Shoot in the crowd and keep steppin (that's yo' ass)
Read about it later, wrong nigga got hit
Shot a gangster in the leg, but you killed a little kid
Now where in the fuck did the guns come from?
They used to put 'em up and say you want some?
Now you get shot, makin all that loud noise (nigga)
Have your pistol on your side like the cowboys (beotch)
Cause you can make a lot of money when you sellin dope
Sell your soul to the devil, say to hell with the Pope
At the Benz dealer (yea I want that one) spend a hundred thousand cash
You feelin like a hoe, money comin out your ass
In a way, it's not your fault
You stupid as fuck, that's why you got caught
You never get out, and I'm still amazed
You shoulda opened up a biz and bought some real estate
(I'm havin money) Niggaz strapped like the military
Know how to cook it, package it and get it there
You get paid? You coulda been a CPA
When you weigh that yay, tell the DEA
It ain't mine (it ain't mine) I don't wanna do no time
They got the new laws havin niggaz snitchin and lyin
Cause what we do y'all we gotta get our own hustle
I'm cool on the coke, I don't want no trouble (fuck that)
I got a felony (one strike) I was caught in a bust
Got probation, they can't stop us (unstoppable)
I got two gat cases and I still ain't been to jail
They caught my little homey on the hill and made him tell
He told about the murders and the whole operation (shit)
I feel like the slave, on a plantation
Now I'm stuck in here, and don't wanna stay
I wish I was a kid so I could go out and play

(They set me up man) It was a set up...

 

[fox69]

"Shake It Baby"

"Shake It Baby"


[Too $hort]
Shake it baby..
Shake it baby..

Do that sexy dance girl
Move them pants around the world
Do it like that girl
C'mon, shake it like a black girl
Yeah like that!
That's it, that's it!!
Shake it like a black girl
HEY... get it girl!
Now she got it, will she stop?
Let me see that pussy pop

Shake it like a black girl
C'mon Amy, shake it like a black girl
That's it Maria, you can do it Maylene!
Shake it baby
Show 'em how you do it Amy
You know gotta do 'em baby
Just do it all night girl
C'mon, shake it like a white girl
You make me wanna pop that hole
Got me makin rock'n'roll
Jiggle that ass!
You can't do it, wiggle it fast

Shake it like a white girl
C'mon Renika, shake it like a white girl
Look at Maylene!
You can do it Maria, shake it baby!
See them sexy spanish girls
Dancin all around the world
Do it like Shakira, make it happen girl!
C'mon, shake it like a latin girl
You know I cain't take it baby
The way you shake it baby
C'mon Maylene, get it crackin girl!
C'mon Renika, shake it like a latin girl

Go Amy, shake it like a latin girl
Do it, shake it like an asian girl
Shake it like a native girl
C'mon.. shake it like a black girl
Shake it like a white girl
Shake it like a latin girl
Shake it baby
Just shake it baby
Shake it baby
Shake it like a woman~!