Too Short

[fox69]

"Tell The Feds"
(feat. Slink Capone)

"Tell The Feds"
(feat. Slink Capone)



[Intro:]
And it don't stop to the beat, baby
Funky Fresh on the microphone
One time for your mind, beeyatch (Beeyatch)
Short Dogg's in the motherfuckin house
doin what we always do, a stack
(Gettin money) Gettin money (Gettin money)

[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(Fuck a secret indictment, all I do is write shit)
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(You got the wrong rappers, nigga you better tell em!!)
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(Tell em Short, tell em!!!)
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(OOOOOHHHHH!!!!!)

You broke the law, and you got caught
Got a good lawyer, case is bein fought
Life is full of choices, make em at the crossroads
If you had five, you already lost four
Straight apprehended, handcuffed and can't stand it
Don't wanna go to jail but you was caught redhanded
A felony, strike number two
Federal Agents like, "What you wanna do?"
Make a choice, so you start to think back
Short Dogg was a nigga that always rapped
Half my life ago, didn't sell no dope
I sold dope fiend music for your stereo
Sittin at the crossroads in '84
I knew hella motherfuckers that was slangin coke
Use to tell my homeboys, front me a sack
Postin me at the dopehouse dumpin the crack
My niggas wouldn't do it, I love em for that
cos now I still rap and get paid to gat
Since '87, that's how the shit comes
We made two hundred thousand in six months
Sellin tapes not cakes, cheques kept comin
Fuck buyin ?boats?, niggas makin hundreds
Legit, you think I'm stupid, bitch
I bought a studio so I can do this shit

[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(You got it twisted, Bridget
Why pressin charges when I'm depressin hard and shit)
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(Run tell em, tell em Short, tell em)

I used to sell weed in high school, smoked the profit
I never sold ?company due?, I can't knock it
cos the inner city public school system is fucked
Go to class all day, you ain't gettin enough
So at 3:15 it's time to put in work
Buy you some dope and go hit the turf
Ain't no scholarship, no rap contract
but a nigga get paid sellin hop and crack
I got lucky, it's not a get-rich scheme
I've been sellin rap tapes since I was 15
I told the Oakland police, too many times
I make a lot of money doin pimp rhymes
I never sell drugs to jeopardise my freedom
You never could make me realise I need em
I went from hundreds, to hundreds to thousands, to millions
I know what police want, I feel em
I'm always ballin right there in the hype
Instantly, dope dealer stereotype
but shit is serious, I know I never sold drugs
so why these motherfuckers tryin ta roll me up?
And smoke me, why? No one knows
The only thing I did wrong was fuck all ya hoes
I don't smoke coke blunts and sho' don't sell em
Call the FBI, somebody please tell em

[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(All you motherfuckers is lookin at us rock jewelery and shit
That's all you are)
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(Somebody better tell em we got receipts)

Rap is brand new, not long ago
Made a billion dollars last year round the globe
Now all the little kids can't let it go
to the new millenium with a brand new flow
Too $hort baby straight from the O
If you're like me, you're tryin ta make some doe
Roll to the spot and try ta break a hoe
Pimp her real hard and then take it slow
When I rap to a bitch, I'm a pro
I spit this game like never befo'
Grab the microphone and always rock the show
then I grab me a freak, tell her "Keep it on the low"
If I take her to my house she won't say no
I burn rubber with the bitch in my fo'-fifty-fo'
California niggas drop the top and roll
Stare up at the mountains, won't see no snow
I go coast to coast smokin indo
If my bitch actin up, I fuck her friend so
don't investigate me for sellin dope
If you see me rollin clean thru the ghetto
I'm probably on my way to the studio
Probably playin somethin loud on the stereo
Short Dogg, don't forget the funk motto:
'Free your mind and your ass will follow'

[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(We're up y'all in this motherfuckin holdin tank for hidin snitch ass niggas)
Tell the Feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(Nigga, I was promoted a tour of Kentucky nigga, and D.C.)

[Outro: Slink Capone]
Pop this shit, be outta state, niggas is hella fake
Moms ain't mess with the motherfuckin phone
My girl, she's fuckin up, god damn!
Nigga you better stop all that motherfuckin snitchin
Tell them motherfuckers we ain't runnin no motherfuckin coke factory
Tell em, tell em!! TELL EM!!!
YOU BETTER TELL EM!!!!
Let em know, TELL EM!!!!

 

[fox69]

"Thangs Change"
(feat. Baby D, Illegal, Jamal and Mr. Malik)

"Thangs Change"
(feat. Baby D, Illegal, Jamal and Mr. Malik)



[Jamal:]
Simpty is for them simp ass niggaz
Talkin lot, til I spray dumpin ?? niggaz
Whenver talklin shit, I straight rip 'em
And niggaz know I come equip when I whip them

[Short Dawg:]
You say how can I make these dirty raps
Number one albums, back to back
If it was 1950, do you think I sell, no
They probably throw me straight to jail
I tell you life just ain't what it used to be
Between you and me, exclusively
Everybody's changed, were losing our minds
The government won't help, cause they refuse to find
A solution to the problems of the inner streets
Its a shame what our kids are beginning to be
Pregnant teenagers, young gun slangers
There ain't no love, there ain't nothin but anger
We don't go to church and can't pray in school
Listen real close to what I'm sayin fool
I know kids who went to school together
Now they all grown up, tryin to kill each other
Shootouts on the playground is where it goes down
But back in the day, we rode the merry-go-round
And some little kid might shoot me tonight
And I always used to wonder what the future be like
Curse words on the tv and radio
You wanna see sex, turn it on HBO
Late at night, you see women freak women
Sex sale, that's why I keep pimpin
I grew up in the 70s', somethin like Crooklyn
But I was in Cali not Brooklyn
I could tell the whole world was going crazy
But it really didn't happen til the 80s'
With freebasin and smokin crack
A lotta people learned not to joke with that
Streets flooded, with homeless folks
Whole families, lives gone up in smoke
We're all related to a crackhead
Sometimes I wake up in the mornin and wanna go back to bed
Layin these thinkin bout things
About the way life change
How women used to like to wear decent clothes
Now they curse like men and dress like hoes
You supposed to be a virgin til you marry
But teenage girls find it normal to carry a baby
Babies havin babies
Rappers like me always disrespectin ladies
Wonder why its like that, well so do I
But I just turn my back and then I go get high
Cause I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch
And you bought it, so don't be mad I got rich
Ask your grandparents, is life the same
Man thangs change

There used to be a time when old folks were respected
Kids talkin back was never accepted
Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with soap
But kids nowadays will curse out old folks
Then you tell me I need to be a role model
And get these babies off the 40ounce bottles
But I'm not the one who made alcohol legal
Liquor stores on every corner that's why we go
Buy 40ounces and go get drunk
Don't respect our kids, like no good punks
And then they grow up to be hardcore criminals
Shoot 'em up, slang dope always pimpin hoes
I know its those that don't believe what I'm sayin on the mic right
So Baby D won't you tell them what its like

[Baby D:]
Its kinda hard comin up as a youngster
Gotta deal with the roof that I'm under
Even though my moms got it hard
My daddy passed away, now I'm stuck without a father
But times have changed bro
I never ever seen Santa Claus comin through the ghetto
But you know what i always see
I always see the white man robbin the black man back G
And I don't even get in trouble for it
And I don't see nothin forward
Always tryin to beat the black man to death
Punk police wanna hide behind your badge
Always tryin arrest somebody
All we gotta do is beat him with the billyclub
Here I come, I comin with my gun
I'm shootin in the head police now what

[Short Dawg:]
I tell you life is too short for it to be like that
We gotta be leaders, can't follow the pack
With all them fiends in the streets smokin crack
What you give life is what it gives you back
Cause money in the ghetto ain't nothin new
But when you get the money gotta know what to do
Buy you a business or buy you a house
Just so the police can't wipe you out
I heard it in the streets, they say you the man
So try to help your brothers and lend a helpin hand
Now what we gone do

[Mr. Malik:]
We came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like John Gotti
I said we came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like John Gotti
Now run up and get gun up the slack black
I'm hittin blackjack in the casino when I mack slap
What you wanna play like Al Pacino with this
Type of style withthe lyricist this funk of hits
and the biscuits I drop
Motherfuckers know I come down and show me ??
I don't really care
From the front or the rear
Word to your mother I'm bout to smother and smear
Its that master all I intelligent
Chain that I swing from the others is irrelevant
For you motherfucker step up to the m-i-c
I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and Mally G
Its Malik and I freak it's obsolete
My technique motherfucker know I flow over beats
Like water, slaughter dick in yo daughter
And my nuts up in her jaws when she suckin on my balls
Yiggy y'all niggaz best to ask somebody
Cause I'm shootin motherfuckers down with the shotty
Its the motherfuckin master blaster
Its, its the motherfuckin ghetto bastard

 

[fox69]

"That's How It Goes Down"

"That's How It Goes Down"


You're thuggin and you love the streets
Huggin the block, sellin rocks, gettin major heat
And niggaz hatin, and you aint stop to think about
Niggaz runnin they mouh, niggaz cessed you out
That's how it goes down
What happened to the days when we could hug a block
Flippin rocks and just get money
I remember when you and me used to ball, we had it all, and we took a fall

I came up in cokeland, better known as Oakland
Your weed could sell, are you smokin
Eighteen with a big mercedes
Sellin dope in the mid-eighties
Homie talkin bout I'm about to win
Now when you gon' let'em all out the pen
You sold crack to hell and back
Whoever would have thought you could fail at that
Or you could just hit the block
Stayin on the corner, come and get the rocks
Bein out on the streets as a young teen
Wasn't always a fun thing

You're thuggin and you love the streets
Huggin the block, sellin rocks, gettin major heat
And niggaz hatin, and you aint stop to think about
Niggaz runnin they mouh, niggaz cessed you out
That's how it goes down
What happened to the days when we could hug a block
Flippin rocks and just get money
I remember when you and me used to ball, we had it all, and we took a fall
That's how it goes down

Dope fiend still get high
While dope dealers barely get by
You better get your life right
You wanna live in the 'burbs with your white wife
Do your own thing
I know you want change
And I can't play you wrong man
I'm laced with that long game
It's just not a lot of choices man
You aint plannin to go to jail with the poison clan
So you could be another number in the system, stuck, for years
Got a brother fucked up
All the stashes you know you kept
And everything that the police left
It's too late when you notice it
It's all gone, motherfuckers done stole yo shit
You wanna kill'em and you still do
But realize that real killas get killed too

You're thuggin and you love the streets
Huggin the block, sellin rocks, gettin major heat
And niggaz hatin, and you aint stop to think about
Niggaz runnin they mouh, niggaz cessed you out
That's how it goes down
What happened to the days when we could hug a block
Flippin rocks and just get money
I remember when you and me used to ball, we had it all, and we took a fall
That's how it goes down

He's dissappeared into thin air, he's nowhere
Whens the last time he been here, we don't care
Cause he don't come around no mo'
Nigga live with his momma, down in brough
He's just tryin to survive
I guess it's all right cause at least he's alive
Cause nowadays a lil kid might shoot you down
Life's wild in the town
Young fools like to clown
He did the same thing fall for the lies
Hold your head up high and swallowed the pride
Caught in a trap, but don't know that you in
Had a million, now you ain't got two cents
You can't say nothin, now what
I don't hear you talkin all that loud stuff
If you live and you die by the game and you lose
At least you did spend your life tryin to change

You're thuggin and you love the streets
Huggin the block, sellin rocks, gettin major heat
And niggaz hatin, and you aint stop to think about
Niggaz runnin they mouh, niggaz cessed you out
That's how it goes down
What happened to the days when we could hug a block
Flippin rocks and just get money
I remember when you and me used to ball, we had it all, and we took a fall
That's how it goes down

That's how it goes down
That's how it goes down
That's how it goes down

[Singing:]
I remember when we had it all...(we had it all)
And I remember when we used to ball...(we used to ball)
I remember, don't you remember
When we had it all, we used to ball

That's how it goes down
That's how it goes down
That's how it goes down

 

[fox69]

"That's Not Your Bitch"
(feat. Jazze Pha, Ginger)

"That's Not Your Bitch"
(feat. Jazze Pha, Ginger)



[Intro/Chorus: Jazze Pha]
That's not your bitch
Ain't it fucked up when you put in all the time
And finally you find out - that's not your bitch
She runnin 'round with every nigga in town
While you hit the streets and grind now - that's not your bitch
You better check your old, nasty hoe
Cause pimpin - that's not your bitch
Nigga you've been played and there she goes
That's not your bitch

[Too $hort]
She's community property, public domain
Yellin "Oooh fuck me Todd," and that ain't yo' name
She's a real good time, for a few good men
See her lookin too fine with her new friend
You wanna know the truth about what the hoe could do
How she be with other niggaz, FUCK what you goin through
She's a dick fiend, sperm drinkin nympho
Check up on her background, learn the bitch's info

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
I guess she's a keeper if you say so
You just met her and said "I love you" on day fo'!
How you gon' say that to a H-O?
You better take her somewhere and lay low
Cause if niggaz find out, you callin her wife
They'll be tellin jokes about you all night
How you kiss and fuck a neighborhood dick sucker
If you knew the shit she did man you wouldn't even touch her

[Chorus]

[Ginger]
Bright lights, night light, Ginger somethin like the shit
Nothin under cover nigga you know I'm a stunna bitch
Make it rain - FUCK NO, you know who I'm fuckin with?
Call my nigga Hurricane, cause that nigga thunderous!
Nigga she sick, yeah that's G
Ay you talkin 'bout a huster you talkin 'bout me
If a nigga gettin money, move bitch, that's me
But if he ain't got enough, me and him don't speak
Bitch, cop dumb caps like the Magnum fit
I told him slide me somethin now he feelin like a trick
I could never be your bitch lil' daggone fish
Don't make enough money to afford this shit

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"That's Right"

"That's Right"


That's right...
Right right right

I know you love me, I'm like a habit
But if you had a million dollars, could I have it?
If I was broke and starvin, would you feed me?
If I drove a big car, would you see me?
While I'm foldin yo' money in half
If you was holdin on down to yo' last
You know I need it, everything you got
I gotta get it or we'll never see the top
If it was a Happy Meal, or a half-a-mill
It's the same thing baby, that's real
Don't matter if you're holdin out, no doubt
If you fuckin Ludacris bitch, +Rollin' Out+
With a Chinese name, Won Gone
Pack yo' bags, and get the fuck on
It's understandable, why I do what I do
Gettin money every day and I'm still comin through, right..

[Chorus:]
I'm a woman that'll hold you down
When the other ones can't be fou-ounnnd, that's right
I'm a woman that'll keep you rich
When the others want you to tri-iiiick - that's right

I need team players, to roll with
Get down with an O.G., knowin it
Would you mix Hennessy, with Tanqueray?
Let me fuck yo' best friend every day
Would you walk from Compton to Hollywood
From Richmond to Oakland I got it good
From the Soul Train Awards to the Grammys
From New York City to Miami
If I went to jail, would you bail me out?
If I went through hell, would you help me out?
Get a king and have better things
Sell your grandmomma's wedding ring
Unconditional love, would you donate yo' kidneys?
I wanna know how much would you give me
Let my dawg hit it, matter fact let us all get it
Break somethin off on it, right..

[Chorus]

I woke up one day in the A-T-L
With a pocket full of money feelin way too real
Thinkin bout what happened 'fore I went to sleep
I'd be broke if it wasn't for the pimp in me
Read my mind, I want what you got
Top down girl, bumpin Tupac
You got too much money in your freak pants
That's why I keep my ladies in a deep trance
From January to December
She can't remember, her mind's in a blender
Wake up in the back of a Caddy
Don't even know who's your momma or your daddy
The name is Too $hort
I'm addictive like Newports, but of course
You can fight the feelin if you want to
But this game might come back to haunt you, right..

[Chorus]

[Outro from "Pimpin' Ken dot Com"]

 

[fox69]

"That's Why"

"That's Why"


[Too Short talking:]
Yeah we gettin real on this album y'all. You know I'm hearin all these
Rumors out here bout, they ran $hort Dogg up outta East Oakland. Nigga
Moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo love in the town. I got much love in
Oakland y'all, you know what I'm sayin, I been doin this shit fo years.
So I'm a tell it to you juss like it happened.... BITCH.

I don't stop rappin,
Ever since the very first day,
I grabbed the microphone, made a funky ass tape,
I had sixteen hoes,
Suckin ten toes,
Game from the "O",
An any real pimp knows,
The only love hoes get is what they paid fo,
Gimme my scratch,
What the fuck I'm a stay fo?
I gotta make moves bitch,
Stack some G's,
From the whole stroll,
To my fax machine,
I got money comin in from everywhere,
From New York,
To L.A.,
To the mutha fuckin Bay,
It's true,
I'm the man G,
I'm underground 106 can't ban me,
All on the air sayin they don't fuck wit me no mo,
I go back wit rap like K-P-O-O,
From the very first time I grabbed the mic,
Niggaz smokin burner,
Ready to fight,
I don't promote violence,
I'm from Oakland where the real kick it,
You might get killed nigga,
Or make a mill ticket,
Move down south cuz the town is wild,
Now the radio jocks wanna clown my style,
I raised too many rappers you support,
Ask 'em who they grew up on.... TOO $HORT,
Fuck all that black ball shit it won't last,
KMEL y'all can kiss my ass.

[Chorus:]
That's why the town got rid 'o $hort [x2]

It all started back when C & H,
Went to T & B tryin to playa hate,
I flipped a brand new Lexus,
93,
Joda Balls called me up said ya lyin to me,
He said I heard you an Ran got the cash an split it,
If I don't get my cut,
You mutha fuckaz gonna get it,
It was thirteen G's all mine,
Didn't give Teddy Gram one dime,
Now listen real close cuz it might be,
Hard to follow,
Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand dollaz,
Shit sound petty,
An it is,
But that's how it goes when you in show biz,
Niggaz fallin out,
Should be makin millions,
Instead of studios,
We seein lawyers in buildings,
Then we stop speakin,
Shit got funky,
I don't give a fuck,
Mutha fucka get my money,
I ain't never been a hoe you can't pimp me,
I do all the work while you pimp me,
I tried to buy him out,
But right about then,
They let the lions out,
Niggaz start eatin that shit up,
You shoulda never listened,
I'm always on this money makin mission,
Sold a car an a truck in Oakland fo that Lex,
Jock loaned me five an I was rollin that bitch.

[Chorus 2x]

Don't believe everythang you hear nigga.

I went to the freak-nik,
Shit turned me out,
Came back fo jack the rapper,
Bought me a house,
That was August '93 time to dip,
I hade warrants in the town an I was hot as shit,
Everytime I got stopped,
Nigga went to jail,
Treat me bad cuz I was hangin wit criminals,
I wanted to buy me a house in the Oakland hills,
Nice lil sumpthin fo a half a mill,
That's was right around the time Chris hooked Dru Down,
The Luniz came through an them tricks got clowned,
Rappin Ron tore 'em up on the freestyle tip,
An niggaz ain't ran nobody outta shit,
Then they put it on the town,
Shit got real,
When you was in the fourth grade I had a record deal,
You got one hit record now you ballin,
You make one fake album you'll be fallin,
An that shit don't apply to me,
Present or past,
You can meet me at the mall an get my autograph,
Or you can flash back,
If you can do all that,
Me Fred Benz,
An Freddy Craps,
Smokin burner upstairs in hot lips house,
It's been fifteen years an I ain't played out,
They playin Too $hort steppin on a Chevy pedal,
Back in the days KMEL played heavy metal.

[Chorus 2x]

Niggaz shootin at the studio late at night,
Seen a Charokee,
Started shootin at Spice,
At the E-40 picnic out in the park,
Niggaz gather round fo some shit to start,
They had bullets wit my name,
But we never got to me,
See me sucka mutha fucka,
Shootin at the street,
It was me,
Boo, Howard, an Jock,
A full clip,
One in the chamber an it blockin T.B.,
Still tryin to be my pimp,
I could lose my life,
Or give my money to him,
I'd rather die before you use me,
I tried to buy him out,
The nigga sued me.

[Too $hort talking:]
An that's where it stands right now y'all. Fo the mutha fuckaz that
Don't know, like the Notorious say, "If you don't know, now you know."
BIATCH!!

 

[fox69]

"The Bitch Sucks Dick"

"The Bitch Sucks Dick"


Oh yes, I'm that master rap
I'm the cold cap [echo]
I'm what you know, ask
Rapping
Beyotch, Beyotch

2 times baby, one time more
Give it one more for Sir Too Short
When I rap, I'm like this, I'm like that
They can't resist, the MC MC MC thing
That Too Too Too Too Too Short thing
Beyotch, I don't stop
Never ever ever will smoke that rock
Beyotch, I don't quit
I'm Too Short baby, got the shit
To rap on the mike, turn you out
Too Short baby without a doubt

I gotta change the beat
I got a song for every cold player

Oh yeah, this here song is dedicated to any nigger who ever in
life got his dick sucked. So if you don't know what it's like
to get your dick sucked, well then just dream.

H-E-A-D
I need a doctor just for me
To suck my dick, like a vet
To suck my dick until I sweat
I need a bitch, thick as hell
She's gotta suck dick so I can tell
All my homies, what she did
She sucked and sucked and she's a bitch
The homeboys laugh, everytime
And then I put her in my rhyme
Talk about a bitch who sucked dick
Man oh man that bitch can lick
She'll have a nigger jumping up
Making a nigger just wanna fuck
Have you heard about baby, man she's tough
You know I have and now she sucks

The bitch sucked dick, so much dick
I loved that blowjob

I'm Sir Too $hort, I don't stop
I love a bitch for a blow job
I just laugh, over and over
When a bitch drinks sperm like it's a soda
A nigger be aiming, whops I missed
Get back bitch, we'll never kiss
When it comes to me, game is tough
Have you heard about baby, man she sucks

The bitch sucked dick, so much dick
I loved to get my dick sucked by her

Bitches in Oakland want to be under
When they suck dick like girl wonder
Niggers in Oakland are sick as hell
As soon as they nut they gots to tell
All the homies, what she did
She sucked and sucked and she's a bitch
The homeboys laugh everytime
And then I put her in a rhyme
Cause when a bitch sucks me down
I kick on back and think about now
When I sing about rap, all about her
The way she will and put in work
I'm Sir Too Short, in the chair
Bust big nuts like a big 'ol player
And sometimes baby we could fuck
But everytime you know she sucks

The bitch sucked dick, so much dick
I loved to get my dick sucked by that bitch

Me and homeboy roll to the Hyatt
Shit went crazy when they had a riot
I got in the Cutlass, went a few blocks
Saw a bitch and had to stop
Asked her if she needed a ride
The bitch just kept on walking by
So I said baby, could we just talk
I make you see, no need to walk
She never should have stopped, now that time
Cuz now baby, your in my rhyme
I remember you leaving, said I'll see you soon
I remember us going in my room
But I've never seen you, you freaky bitch
I now I tell the world just how you live
Too bad baby, we couldn't fuck
Everytime I see ya I'm a say you suck

The bitch sucked dick
Man that bitch is going to give a vicious blow job

When I drop my drawls, I'll be ready
Blow more head than Blow Job Betty
Suck my dick, and suck it cool
And suck my homie when he come through
Just suck dick, till you see no other
I think my homie, is bringing his brother
All my homies are coming up
Kick back and cap and say she sucks

The bitch sucked dick
That bitch sucked dick [echo]
I love a bitch like that, suck a whole lotta dick
Knows, get a nigger all juiced up when they bust into the bitches mouth
I'm a tell ya

If I wanted, I could black her
But I'm not fucking no head doctor
Bitches don't know that Too SHort tip
You might get fucked if you don't suck dick
But I'm so freash, I'm so down
I tell that bitch the other way around
Suck my dick and you'll get some
I'll fuck you baby till your cock is numb
I'll bust my nut in her mouth
Smooth get dressed and roll out
I'm Sir Too Short, fresh fresh again
Kicking it tough just like a pimp
I could rap non stop in stereo
I talk about a bitch, I watch her blow
Cause she just can't wait to fuck
So for that one reason you know she sucks

The bitch sucked dick, so much dick
I just love that bitch for that good blowjob

I'm Too S-H-O-R-T
Rap so strong to the disco beat
Talk about bitches who ever licked
Bitch don't lie, you sucked my dick
More then once, more than twice
It was hella times and it all was nice
You see me nut, when i look down
And you looked up and see me frown
Cause your one bitch I'll never fuck
Do you know why, because you suck

She's a vicious head doctor with a P.H.D.

 

[fox69]

"The Dangerous Crew"
(feat. The Dangerous Crew)

"The Dangerous Crew"
(feat. The Dangerous Crew)



[Too $hort:]
Tell em what we do in here, Dangerous...

Get some drums from a break and then break yo ass
You want beats from the crew? we'll take yo cash
Five g's for a muthafuckin song
And if you can't pay it, keep movin on
I'm into somethin that your fake ass never can handle
With your SP-12 and your raggedy samples
Better stick with the James Brown and pay him
Cause the JD-800 ain't even playin
Unless Pee Wee hit them keys
Ant Banks on the beats, now we makin g's
Shorty B got the bass and we sellin it
Shit kinda fat like a muthafuckin elephant
Sample that shit if you want
You better try to sample this dangerous funk
Cause ain't nobody trippin on your fake-ass tape
Shoulda got some beats from my nigga Ant Banks
But Banks ain't thinkin bout no weak shit
Now you're goin out like MC Bitch
And ain't nothin worth killin like a sucker
Why you wanna make fake beats, muthafucka
Shoulda came real like the Oakland city
Beat your ass to death with a S-950
It's not a James Brown loop, it's not Parliament
But you can smell it cause it sho' got a funky scent
It's called The Dangerous Crew, make you feel stupid
Play a thousand records and you still can't loop it
Cause it's not to be found, but if you do
Nothin you could try make you sound like the crew

[Pee Wee:]
Geah man
Just another gangsta kickin tha playa pimp shit for nine-trey

When you're with the dangerous crew
Bitches wann hang with you
Think about the thang in you
She can suck a thang or two
Niggas in other gangs wanna hang with you
Learn your slang, made a few fools wanna slang, would you
Tell them bitches they sang or would you
Lie to get that thang cause they gameless
Them aimless, niggas get extinguished
But they're just muthafuckas
Got bitches duckin suckers
When we come to town, mayn
We rollin fat with dank, ain't fuckin with that brown thang
To Shorty B and $hort, we goin international
Fuck the local fashion show
Niggas can't be broke
Mhisani for the money fuck a bitch until she dizzy
And me and the bigged-Banks is gettin perkin off Aliz'
Big Bob's down with the crew ready to do
Any muthafucka steppin to
F.M. Blue and Randy Austin
You're lost when
You thought that you can hang with this
Niggas, this is dangerous

[Spice 1:]
I'm committin a 187 so gimme the clip and let me - pow
I'm down with the Dangerous Crew, so nigga, whatcha wanna do
The alias East Bay Gangsta, you can catch me peelin caps
Known for killin every muthafucka dead in my raps
Nigga, so gimme the clip and let me pow one
Cause everbody dyin on this next fuckin album
Dumpin em up in ditches, kill the snitches
Sell a glock to a gee for these playa-hatin bitches
Gets my smob on, gets my mob on
And niggas be talkin the shit, but yo I'm quick to get my rob on
Cause peelin your cap will put my dick on swoll
Muthafucka you, bitch, godddam-ass hoe

[Ant Banks:]
It's the Big Badass back on that ass, so it's on, gee
I'm kickin the funky shit for the gangstas only
Straight dangerous, we cold mack the most
(Yeah bitch) and we do that coast to coast
Now all the macks in the house, just grab your dick
And tell em funky-cock hoes to have a lick
Fuckin with the gin and juice, dick hard as a rock
Hoes block to block, so what's up with the cock?
I gotta get it goin on till I reach my peak
With a late night freak everyday of the week
Ant Banks, the hoes keep yellin my name
But I ain't trippin cause a nigga got all the game
From the streets of Oakland, the City of Dope, and
I'm hopin that the hoes keep the pussy hole open
To a nigga like me cause the pussy is free
Never pay to play cause it's plain to see
That the big-dick gangsta's in the house
And the Dangerous Crew's gonna turn it out
So everybody out there that's talkin shit
I'ma wash my name out your mouth with my dick
Cause it's a dangerous thang, and I thought you knew
Boy, you can't fuck with the crew

[Mhisani:]
Clinch your booty cheek, shut your eyes, and grit your teeth
Goldy's bout to explode, I put your shit to cease
I'm like the wick on a stick of dynamite
Light me up when I find a mic
And watch me flow real tight while you're flowin - kinda tight
Goldy bitches comin tighter than some virgin pussy
If I ever get loose and start stinkin, please douche me
The Dangerous Crew ain't no strangers to
What these fingers do, hang his crew
A cold dead nigga changes blue
The skull and crossbones
Bitches get tossed on, niggas get flossed on
Take your mic and bury it like it's a lost bone
If you was a pussy you'd get fucked
If you was a dick you'd get circumsized
You better back the fuck up or I hurt them eyes
Fuck with Goldy you be hoein
With your shoulder above your stomach in a bow tie
Unbuttoned with your nipples showin
D to the a-n-g-e-r-o-u-s is the true test
In Oakland makin the funk, so won't you stick to what you do best
Keep a dick in your ass and keep your nine to five
And don't be runnin and rappin about you signed to Jive
And I don't give a fuck if it angers you
Fuck you woodhogs, I'm down the $hort Dog and the Dangerous Crew
Bitch

 

[fox69]

"The Ghetto"

"The Ghetto"


Talking bout the ghetto...funky funky ghetto
Trying to survive, trying to stay alive

[Chorus:]
The ghetto
The ghetto
(Talking bout the ghetto)
The ghetto
The ghetto
(Funk funky ghetto)

Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths
Old school buddies not doing it right
Every day it's the same
And it's the same every night
I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that fool
If he played me close and tried to test my cool
Every day I wonder just how I'll die
Only thing I know is how to survive
There's only one rule in the real world
And that's to take care of you, only you and yours
Keep dealing with the hard times day after day
Might deal me some dope but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to break into my house again
Thought he got off early doing time in the pen
Even though my brothers do me just like that
I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the...

[Chorus]

So just peep the game and don't call it crap
Cause to me, life is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 million on a footbal team
And her baby dies just like a dope fiend
The story I tell is so incomplete
Five kids in the house and no food to eat
Don't look at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next door getting high
Even though she's got five mouths to feed
She's rather spend her money on a H-I-T
I always tell the truth about things like this
I wonder if the mayor overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the task force send some help
Waiting on him I'd better help myself
Housing Authority and the O.P.D.
All these guns just to handle me in the...

[Chorus]

Even though they put us down and call us animals
We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes
Drive fancy cars, make love to stars
Never really saying just who we are
We use alias names like TOO $HORT
Sell you stuff you might kill for
Young kids grow up and that's all they know
Didn't teach him in school now he's slangin dope
Only thing he knows is how to survive
But will he kill another brother before he dies?
In the ghetto, you keep one eye open
All day long, just hoping and hoping
You can pay your bills and not drink too much
Then the problems of life you'll be throwing up
Like me, but you don't see
Ten years from now, where will you be?

[Chorus]

So much game in a Too $hort rap
Blacks can't be white and whites can't be black
Why you wanna act like someone else?
All you gotta do is just be yourself
We're all the same color underneath
Short Dog's in the house you'd better listen to me
Never be ashamed of what you are
Proud to be black stand tall at heart
Even though some people give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put em in check
Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated that way
And when they throw you in jail you got nothing to say
So if you don't listen it's not my fault
I'll be getting paid while you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse running your mouth
While me and my peoples try to get out

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"The Magazine"
(feat. Chase Hattan)

"The Magazine"
(feat. Chase Hattan)



[Intro/Chorus: Chase Hattan]
You only see her in magazines
Look at shorty she follow the dreams
But you can only see her in the magazines
And I hit that all the time

[Too $hort]
You in love with her, you wanna marry her
Make lots of love and have kids for her
But she's a bad girl, you cain't get with her
Then she go to her job and you tippin her
You fantasize about a lot of things
But the truth is, that's not your dream
That's hers! And that's all she wants
Can't tell nobody so she gots to front
We all got to have a dream
Starin at things in the magazines
Life ain't bad, but it always seems
I never wanna talk when you callin me
We have sex but we never kiss
What you gon' do with that wedding dress?
I saw you on stage, you the finest thing
But I still cain't buy that diamond ring

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
You fell in love young and got married
To some of these girls that's scary
Stay home, you can't go out now
Stuck in the house on lock-down
Just can't go on like this
Cause all you get is boring sex
Keep watching them porno tapes
You want it but you cain't go on no dates
So you stare at the magazines
Dreamin, wishin you could have those things
But all you do is cook and clean
Feels like somebody just took yo' dreams
And your husband said it
It won't happen, forget it
You laughing but it ain't so funny
Because you know, you coulda been a Playboy Bunny

[New Chorus]
You only see her in magazines
Look at Shorty she follow the dreams
Coulda been a Playboy, coulda been a Playboy Bunny
And I hit that all the time

[Too $hort]
It feels good when you clap to the music
Cain't dance? All you got to do is two-step
Listen to 'em play that acoustic
We 'bout to do this!
You wish and you dream and hope to get things
You want 'em, but know it's just dreams
Wake up and don't know what it means
(Coulda been a Playboy bunny!)
We all gotta have a dream
Starin at things in the magazines
Dreamin, wishin you could have those things

[Chorus]

[Outro]
(Coulda been a Playboy bunny)
Look at Shorty she follow the dreams
(Coulda been a Playboy bunny)
But you can only see her in the magazine
And I hit that all the time
(Coulda been a Playboy bunny)