Too Short

[fox69]

"Bitches Need Love Too"
(feat. Jazze Pha)

"Bitches Need Love Too"
(feat. Jazze Pha)



[16 second opening by Jazze Pha]

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
If you asked me, the bitches need love too, ooooh
If you asked me, the bitches need love too
If you asked me, the bitches need love too, ooooh
If you asked me, the bitches need love too - welll

[Jazze Pha]
Shorty I, apologize
Refuse to compromise
Cause I'm tired of yo' shit, tryin to play me like a trick
When you're freaky who's the one you call? (Yeahhh)
Girl lately you've been creepin out the back do'
Runnin with them triflin hooooooes
And I'm tired of yo' games (don't talk about, be about it)
Why you tryin to play on me? (Gonna break it down, how I feel about it)

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
Since you neglectin her, she's always on my line
She keeps beggin mine, so I fuck her all the time
You don't want her, I might as well call her mine
My name is $hort, but she said yo' dick ain't tall as mine
You ain't got that long dough, that's why I'm pimpin on the hoe
Always tryin to get some mo', better come, get yo' hoe
Cause I don't give a fuck mane! No it's not a, fuck thang
The bitch got low self-esteem, she tryin to cover up again nigga

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
I know the bitch wants love, I'm tryin to see what can I get
Can I put that pussy, under new management?
You can call me daddy bitch, tell that nigga "See you later"
Tell him I got so much game that he could never be a player
There's no, motivation, make a bitch get some paper
Of course she wants to go to work, you're too lame to ever make her
All you wanna do is ride around in yo' expensive whip
She out there gettin money mane and you don't even love the bitch

[Chorus]

[Outro: Too $hort]
I know you love her, you better
Cause if she was payin me, I'd love the bitch
Yeah that's right, I love these hoes
when they payin me
Knahmean mane? If the bitch is gettin it
Then she a superstar nigga
Fuckin around with these broke ass bitches
Oh we don't love them hoes, no no
But these money makers
You gotta love the way they get that shit BEITCH
I know you wanna be loved
I know whassup girl, holla at me
Yeah no no, I ain't gon' do it like that
Fuck that nigga bitch
Let's get it

 

[fox69]

"Blow The Whistle"

"Blow The Whistle"


[Verse 1]
I go on and on
Can't understand how I last so long
I must have super powers
Rap 225 thousand hours
Get it calculated do the math
I made 1,000 songs that made you move your ass
And for the last 300 months
I made 16 albums with me on the front and the bump
Where you get your beats?
I heard 93 rappers say bitch like me
2 singers and 10 comedians
And I'm still gon' yell it every time you see me in
What's my favorite word?
BITCH!
Why they gotta say it like $hort?
BITCH!
You know they can't play on my court
Can't hang with the big dogs
Stay on the porch

BLOW THE WHISTLE [x4]

[Verse 2]
Where you get that from?
Grab the mic, spit one, let me hit that blunt
Pimp-C, 8-Ball, and MJG
Keep spittin' that P to the I-M-P
Bun-B that's Texas baby
Ball and G that's Memphis baby
$hort Dog that's Oakland baby
Ain't nothin' but pimpin' these days G
My nigga C got locked up
But these real hoes still know they gots to fuck
Give a fuck nigga what you say
$hort Dog fuck with UGK
Do you really wanna be like me?
Spit game like Snoop and TIP
Pretty girls in the VIP
They came with drank they don't need ID

BLOW THE WHISTLE [x4]

[Verse 3]
Your mind is gone
Your brain is blazed
You've been wide awake for the last 3 days
Poppin' pills
It goes down for real
Don't stop, just keep rollin' down hill
Crash and burn, can't stand, fall back
Your're doin' too much you can't handle all that
Man it's been way too long
Time to let the whole world play your songs
Like me my shit gets around
Leave the country come back and hit The Town
I'm in Miami, New York, and ATL
Houston and LA ask Dave Chappelle, about my rich bitch
He got her from me
And made 50 million dollars
I'm proud of you D
But I'm crazy you don't wanna be like me
I come from East Oakland where the yougstas get Hyphy
Blow it!

BLOW THE WHISTLE [x3]

BIACTH!

[Talking]
Too $hort
Up all Night baby
Album number 16
Y'all can't fuck wit that

 

[fox69]

"Blowjob Betty"

"Blowjob Betty"


Right about now in the place to be
Too Short baby
Gettin real funky with the motherfuckin dangerous crew bitch
Too Short baby, I'm so hard
Pimpin these hos on the boulevard
But I'm not here to tell you about me
I got a little story about a nasty freak
She'd the kind a girl you think about in bed
Blowjob Betty give 'em real good head
Bust a left nut right nut in her jaw
Sperm on her cheeks is all you saw
She could blow more head than a well blows water
Blowjob Betty make your dick get harder
She's a one of a kind
A hell of a girl
A trip and a half around the world
Catch her gettin busy, bitch wouldn't stop
She's the kind a girl that make your toes pop
Every time I used to see her I would know what's up
Blowjob Betty better blow me up
I remember the day when I first met her
Bitch kinda loose so I knew I'd get her
Walked up to her, said my name is $hort
Just what you've been lookin for
Pimpin's my game
I do it the best
Ho fuck with me she don't get no rest
Well after that, I g'd the freak
I used to stop by and fuck her 'bout twice a week
And from the very first time I went to her house
Walked in the door and stuck my dick in her mouth
$hort dollar get bitches any time I wanna
Got a big dick and lay it right on the tonsils
I only stick it in about half way back
Cuz if I put it all in it bust straight through her neck
Niggas always sayin how they fucked that bitch
But I'm the only nigga that the bitch made rich
Like any other tramp, she loved to fuck
When any motherfucker got nuts to suck
I spit game to the bitch
Just like this
Why you runnin 'round suckin all that dick for no money?
It didn't take long to stay true to the game and get my pimpin' on
But every once in a while you get a stupid ho
Bitch ain't about money and she never know
How to get it
Blowjob Betty was dumb
A fiend for a fuck and a mouth full of cum
She made money for a minute but she loved the sex
So I cut the bitch loose like an old school 'vette
Six months later
I'm still the pimp
I'm still the player
One night at the club she was puttin in work
All you had to to do was step up to her
She was in the bathroom sayin "One at a time"
Wasn't my bitch but she still was fine
So I went in the back room, seen the bitch
Slapped her on the head, said "You ready to switch?"
And to the players out there, instantly
Blowjob Betty started servin' me
Cuz the player I am
Til the day I'm dead
I was sittin on the sink
Gettin some head
It was all so good and much too true
One young freak and the whole damn crew
But then I shot that fatal nut
Must 'a knocked that bitch on her butt
She couldn't even breath she was holdin her throat
Me and my homies just hit the door
My homeboys said "$hort don't worry"
But that next day I read this story
A young girl died just last night
She choked on sperm in her windpipe
It was on her face, her neck and chest
And we're sorry to say there's no suspects
When I saw that
My brain clicked
I bust a nut and killed a bitch
It might sound sick, it might be petty
But you never got sucked by Blowjob Betty
Betty [6x, fading]

[Talking]
Biyatch!
Yea, ho...haha
Y'all niggas don't know though

 

[fox69]

"Boss"
(feat. Silk-E)

"Boss"
(feat. Silk-E)



[Intro]
$hort $hort, Short Dog's in the house
Where they at mayne? Where they at?
The real ones

[Too $hort]
I put her through boss bitch trainin
Been doin this shit since back in the day when
bitch started askin me, "Would you be my daddy?
You can have me; I wanna be in yo' family"
You wanna be on the winning team?
She said "You motherfuckin right and I'll do anything!"
You ain't gotta be a hoe to know the rules of the game
Bitches like you just gotta use everythang
And you hard for a pretty girl to get a lot of paper
A lot of rich men wanna go out on dates with her
Pick a number, better get what you want girl
And roll yo' eyes at the stupid-ass dumb girls
Leave the club and get fucked for free
But when she needs it, she ain't got no money
If you a hustler, I know you ain't feelin that
Somebody tell me where the real ones at?

[Chorus: Silk-E]
You wanna be on the winning team
Better watch what you say to me (I'm a boss, bitch!)
Now watch it as it goes around
Cause this game out here ain't free (I'm a boss, bitch!)
I really cain't explain it cause
I feel it runnin through my blood (I'm a boss, bitch!)
But if another girl's around
she got to pay meeeeeee

[Too $hort]
Keep payin 'em, if you wanna fuck 'em
You see them pretty titties and I know you wanna touch 'em
She'll do some thangs that'll make yo' day
She's not a hooker but you still gotta pay to play
Cause with a hoe, when it is you go
But these boss bitches - wanna spend some mo'!
And don't complain cause she don't like it when you clown her
Just pull your card out, and swipe it at the counter!
When you met her, you thought you had a chance
Seen her at the club and got a funky little dance
But the bitch needs help - are you willin and able?
Got diamonds in your chain, bottles on your table
She don't want a lot, just enough to get by
Keys to the house and you can fuck every night
Access to the whips and don't talk no shit
Niggah! You got a boss bitch

[Chorus]

[Silk-E]
I know, I make it, look way too easy
But it ain't easy bein me
Hard to dumb it down when you're global
Like fittin a 10 in a 6, it cain't hold you
You cain't see me man, it ain't your bi-focals
(Tell 'em how the boss females do it Silk!)
Heel game sick, hips move like whips
Floatin on that black ice, baby dancin in the rain
My mindfuck sicker but the truth is so slicker
She'll be focused on the picture got you stuck on the frame
Highly motivated, baby stay in yo' lane
I'm outta yo' league plus I got a good aim
I'm cross the skyline for no reason
You buckethead broads out here sleazin, fuckin for some change
My passport full, I'm plottin on an empire
I got the bank and you know where, that's a misfire
I fraternize, boss player certified
Tellis[?] fur coat man, hurry up and buy!
Make him, I make him hate that I'm his ex-girl
He tried to give my swag game to his next girl (yup)
And if I catch you impersonatin Silk-E
Bitch I'ma make you cut your cat girl!

Who you work for? You got uniforms?
He ain't even a real one, damn!
Shoutout to the ones doin they own thang
Gettin they own dough, makin they own moves
Ain't waitin for no handout - ha! Ya dig?
I say swipe or no swipies, hahaha
(I'm a boss, bitch!) [4X]

 

[fox69]

"Broke Bitch"

"Broke Bitch"


[Too $hort]
Whassup baby?
Damn like that? Can't even speak?
I ain't tryin to fuck, just tryin to holla, say whassup
Let me ask you somethin baby
Is that a wig or a weave?

What you see is what you get
If you don't like it, fuck you bitch
You look good, you hot as shit
But you broke as hell and ain't got no whip
I ain't yo' type, I don't care
Get a light-skinned nigga with long hair
I spoke, you act like you mad at a dude
I don't give a fuck 'bout your bad attitude
It's in me - I'm laced with game
You get a signed autograph with a face to blame
Tear it up later when you hate my guts
Right now, I wanna make you taste my nuts
You hella fine, but I don't wanna keep in touch
All I wanted was to sleep with a slut
I wanna fuck you bitch cause you got the look
A top notch, but you ain't too hot to be shook

[Chorus]
BROKE BITCH~! You can't fuck with me
You can't afford me
BROKE BITCH~! You can't even afford a happy meal from McDonald's
BROKE BITCH~! Five dollars worth of gas
Where you goin, 'cross the street?
BROKE BITCH~!
You just wanna marry a million dollar ballplayer
BROKE BITCH~!

[Too $hort]
You wanna get you a nigga in the NFL
A bsketball player, tall as hell
You might get lucky, marry the champ
But when you walk by they say there's a tramp
Your stock is low, you don't know what happened
Yo' baby daddy is low budget rappin
You wanna do it big, spoil the kid
But you're still at the club out hoein an' shit
You tryin to hit a lick - no doubt
You want diamonds, all you get is dick in your mouth
Bitch, you need to stop and think
You act like a dick is a slot machine
Are you serious? You can't be thinkin clear
It's quicksand bitch you'll sink in here
You wanna be rich better stop that shit
You never hit the jackpot

[Chorus]
BROKE BITCH~! Yeah we tryin to get top notchers
Nobody want your busted ass
BROKE BITCH~! Quit buyin all them knockoff purses and clothes bitch
BROKE BITCH~! Always starin at the ground
You need to hold your head up
BROKE BITCH~! If you had some money you wouldn't be wearin them
raggedy-ass shoes
BROKE BITCH~!

[Too $hort]
There's too many women can't stop a player
I see one I like, I'ma stop and stare
I don't need plans, I'ma take the chance
I don't even have to ask the bitch to dance
I'm a natural, I don't need luck to win
I'm the kind of nigga that'll fuck your friend
And you won't know nothin, every time I see her
On the low we fuckin, I know them buttons
and I hit 'em, most of the time I get 'em
I got a million lines and I spit 'em
When I wanna fuck, who do I like to call
I throw a little party and invite 'em all
They never argue and fight with a brother
And I like when they like each other
I told Polow I'm never gettin married
I don't give a fuck if you was fuckin Sherri!

 

[fox69]

"Burn Rubber"

"Burn Rubber"


Inside beotch
Yeah you know about that, real players
The real ones

I burn rubber on you quick as hell
You need some toilet paper, don't shit on yourself
When you see me rollin in luxury
I won't fuck witchu, so don't fuck with me
I'm just ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
I look at all the young hoes trippin
It's no big deal when little hotties get hot
When niggaz get jealous, somebody get shot
You in love? Might make you lose your mind
That's why I run these gray girls, two at a time
With no discretion, to me you're so depressin
Actin like you don't know, my profession
I look at them thighs, and look at them titties
Take your ass straight on out, of Sin City
Wearin all pink just like Hello Kitty
Bringin back all C-notes and no fifties

[scratched:] "so damn.." "..fresh", "word"

Burnin rubber on these bitches, so fast..
Burn rubber as you smash all fast
Tell it like $hort, no ass, no pass
All you Santa Claus players, be on your way
With a bag full of toys on the back of your sleigh
You hit your girls house, one by one
Climb down the chimney, and give 'em all somethin
You trick, don't come around me frontin
Talkin 'bout how you pimpin givin hoes what they wantin
You worse than a studio gangsta
Behind closed doors, gettin his bootyhole spanked up
You suckers disrespect the game
All these video hoes out there spittin your name
You love it when they make that, ass clap
But she don't give me no cash, I'll pass it back
... I kick her where she stash the crack
In the plastic sack, when she crash the 'llac
Punk bitch!

[scratched:] "so damn.." "..fresh", "word"

They tryin to give the rap game to some real punks
It's just like when disco, killed the funk
Can't tell me nothin, when I know I'm right
Like a bowlegged bitch with a overbite, that suck it right
Player this pimp don't lie
How many porn stars you know that went to Crenshaw High?
A lot of fuckin for a whole lot of nuttin
You just wannabe noticed so you're out there sluttin
I never really cared about popular fame
It's all about sittin on top of the game
So don't stop 'til your panties drop
Fuck the mayor, the preacher, and a cop
You better tell him what it cost, get his mind on track
Cause he look like he lost
Bring him back, and dig in his pockets quick
Steal his watch, and make sure he got a drop, beotch

[scratched:] "so damn.." "..fresh", "word"

 

[fox69]

"Burn Rubber Pt. 2"
(feat. Mc Jah)

"Burn Rubber Pt. 2"
(feat. Mc Jah)



[Too $hort]
Put the pedal to the metal, go
Let's ride this motherfucker
Let's go! The fuck up outta here

.. Man I kill a car
When I take off I peel out hard
I drive like a maniac
Keep the radio loud, and way in the back
These two hookers - feel the woofers
Don't worry, the cops won't book her
And you ain't gotta tip her
She's a call girl, she ain't no stripper
.. She's a dime
Stayin with me all the time
I'ma dip, pimp
Stop at the light and make the whip spin
Then step on the gas, step on the brake
Step on the gas, step on the brake
Show 'em how we ride
Town niggaz gon' side

Put the pedal to the metal - GO!
Let's ride - GO!
GO! Beotch..

It goes down nightly
The town is so hyphy
Everyday it's on
When the sun goes down 'til the break of dawn
And when it's 'bout to start
Put the car in park
But don't pull to the side
Go dumb right next to your ride
It's more than a dance, it's a movement
You can tell cause the town be movin
You wanna know if it's worth it right
They do it all day but it's worse at night
We so hard when we swervin cars
We serve them hogs when we work them broads
So many pimps we'll turn ya mother
Put her in the front seat and start burnin rubber

GO! Put the pedal to the metal - GO!
Let's ride - GO!
Yeah, GO!
Burn rubber

I drive like the movie, serious
But this ain't "Fast and the Furious"
It's what I'm goin through
Thick traffic, I'm on the morning news
Fast women, liquor and music
Wearin out tires, quicker than shoes bitch
Fast cars and the best of smoke
Pass that weed I don't mess with coke
.. But I fuck with Hope
She works for the service so I won't go broke
Now watch me serve it
The cops see me swervin
I did two donuts
That's when the OPD rolled up
But I ain't no joke
Got the pedal to the metal and I can't go slow

GO! I got the pedal to the metal - GO!
I'm burnin rubber - GO!
I'm yellin out BEOTCH - GO!
Let's ride

 

[fox69]

"Buy U Some 2"
(feat. Erick Sermon, Lloyd)

"Buy U Some 2"
(feat. Erick Sermon, Lloyd)



Pimpin' Incorporated, woo!

[E Dub] Erick Sermon... Too $hort
[$hort] Wassup player? We got the young homey from Decatur, Georgia
[E Dub] Young Lloyd
[Lloyd] A-Town
[E Dub] Woooo! Word is bond
[Lloyd] You never met a nigga like me
[E Dub] Uh-uh! (Hey!) Word is bond
[Lloyd] I don't think you ever met a nigga like me
[$hort] Motherfucker!

[Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo this is part two of the shit, of Too $hort and E Dub
New York, Oakland, stand up
Show love you beeeitches
No need to talk about the reeiches, I mean Trump punk
Understand we back, rap mack, I'm Goldie
I'm an oldie but goodie, in jeans and hoodie
Outside is the Benz McLaren, the doors lift up
Next week the new Bentley Coupe I'll pick up
A chick like Jessica Rabbit lays in back
Young Lloyd in the back serenadin the crack
Yup, ask my nigga X man, "I'm vanglorious"
Nigga they call me ex-land, dough before sex man
I spend cash when I want and you save
I'm a peeeimp, it say that on my Banner, ask Dave
My favorite color is blue, but I ain't crippin
I like Too $hort too, but "I Ain't Trippin," uhh

[Too $hort]
Me and Erick Sermon in a Benz on the interstate
Wish this motherfucker had wings cause you in the way
Let the car pass, we ain't signin autographs
Unless you got every tape with every rhyme I ever rapped
We rollin non-stop to the A-T-L
How we stayin on top? You cain't make me tell
And no we don't claim to be the biggest stars
But when they see nigga's cars.. bitches pause
Tryin to, find a way to be my friend
Climb in her vagina so deep, I'm in
And all these mad rappers tryin to flag me down
I throw a piece sign, I'm 'bout to turn back around
But I keep flyin, lil' homey keep rhymin
While you keep whinin, when you see me big timin
Cain't keep it to myself, man I had to tell
You still rappin in my ear, I'm still mad as hell

[E Dub] Nigga I had the Benz when I was 7
[$hort] I was fuckin supermodels when I was in 6th grade
[E Dub] I fucked four thousand bitches
[$hort] Nigga I'm rich
[Lloyd] Bet you never met a nigga like me

[Lloyd]
In the, big do', six-fo' deluxe
Ridin slow while the hydro's rollin up
Gettin paged different dames la-di-da what's up
Say they tired of playin games and they tryin to fuck wit'chu
Spittin game, watch 'em open up
Oh yes I love sex so just my luck
Ain't too many young niggaz get mo' bucks than us
And shorty fuck the price I like ice on my nuts

Heyyy, you never met a nigga like me
I don't think you ever met a nigga like me

[E Dub] Woo!
[$hort] Ay Lloyd, I can't even name all the R&B bitches I've fucked
[E Dub] Man I've fucked so many movie star bitches they call me Mr. Hollywood
[$hort] Nigga how much you worth?
[E Dub] Man I just bought Egypt
[Lloyd] You never met a nigga like me
[Lloyd] I don't think you ever met a nigga like me
[$hort] Buy you some, part two beitch
[Lloyd] You never met a nigga like me

 

[fox69]

"Buy You Some"
(feat. Erick Sermon, Kool-Ace, MC Breed)

"Buy You Some"
(feat. Erick Sermon, Kool-Ace, MC Breed)



Whoo! Ah ah, ayahh, ahh ahh ahh
And you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bond
Now introducing the sound from the ghetto
E Double and Too $hort, what the fuck you thought?
I come with the ruckus, It's My Thing when I swing
I'm Born to Mack, always strapped, with the black gat
Who out there I swear boy wanna get touched
Roll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so DUCK
I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga
Five hundred S drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy Lestat, check my track record
Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean? I roll the blunt
And puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minute
Crazy holy doctor holdin me cuz I be rockin B
Sewin up like Monopoly, nobody's stoppin me
Dig it, Funkdafied like Brat, how's that?
I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack
Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit
Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls
You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not
You might get beat down and stomped like Sasquatch
Your girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna fuck her
Psych, I already stuck her
I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up
Here's an icepack homeboy shut the hell up
I rock the mic with Too $hort, y'all niggaz know what's happenin
Everything he touch goes platinum
Eyeeaaaah!

[Too $hort:]
I made a half a million in a week
And every nigga on the street got a tape playin me
You can't believe it? Erick Sermon, rollin with $hort
Rolled from California all the way to New York
In big Benzes, G-50 up
Now we trying to squash all that East/West stuff
We spent years in the studio makin funky tracks
Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps
It's like Father Dom, it's like Keith Murray
Makin millionaires but it ain't no hurry
Cuz we all in it for the long run
I won't leave the studio until a song's done
And ain't nuthin really hard about gettin my cash
A big phat house with a million stash
You other niggaz got this rap game distorted
Givin DATs to the label, straight gettin shorted
Claim you're gettin paid, but I can't tell
You keep rappin in my ear got me mad as hell
You talk a good game but I don't believe in you
Be smokin lotta blunts but I got more weed than you
I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhile
Another face in the crowd plus some freestyle
Wishin you could be in the light
Promoters pay me ten G's just to breathe on the mic
Bitch! $hort Dawg puttin it down with the E Double

[Erick Sermon:]
Shhhhh! You remind me of my phat gold chain
Some of y'all are just small change
Be a boss with true true game
Yeah yeah
Dig this y'all, my Music is Dangerous
Atomic Dog, coming through the smog with $hort Dawg
Ahhh! Quick with the trig Jack be nimble
I shoot like G Mob goes liftin through my window
Chik chik pow! How you like me now?
The man in the mirror it don't get no clearer
$hort Dawg, the E Double, and Breed we roll thick
Like girls in C.A.U. with the good power-U
Owww! Money is the key to fame
So I can live it up with the girls on Soul Train
The impact, major league dough like Dave Justice
Yo Breed, $hort Dawg, show em how we bust this

[Too $hort, MC Breed, Kool Ace:]
Like some true pioneers, don't forget it
Put the money on the table, let's split it
We got enough G's here to make us both happy
Tell them fans we ain't runnin no coke factory
It's $hort Dawg the real pimp of the century
Girls get wet every time somebody mention me
I was known for my mackin back in eighty-four
I want it all, that's what I keep stackin for
Have things that a rapper never dreamed of havin
And I can tell them how to get it just keep rappin
Life's a battle, headed for the new sun
So many ways to get paid, you got ta choose one
Now some of the ways to get paid out is runnin your mouth
That street life will keep me tight, I'm talkin bout
Gettin green, dolla dolla bills y'all
That's on the real, somethin you can feel y'all
Many claim to have game but you can get that on sale
But ain't nuthin they sellin to you but Arbor and Gail
I mean Sprinkle Me homey cuz I'm bout dollars and cents
And if you ain't haulin dollars well you ain't holler
In FlintI'd rather dip dip dive, so-socialize
Get loot from the Great Lakes, West to Eastside
You tramp, trick, HACH I spit
Undergrade if you ain't gettin paid like this
The hours of the ATL paves my name
Spittin Mr. Macker izzer are you still in the game
See I gets paid by the movement of the cut
I've been summoned by the cancer, to testify and bless
It's that, big mack, like scripture is a phat Kodeje?
So hide your hoe from me
Southern am-bassador, knockin at your door
Leadin a click that's true, checkin knowin all fifty-two
See, all you tricks, best behave
It's that Southern nigga mack from the city of the Brave
I got the platinum caul, yes yes y'all
So plant me with the green and them hoes and we can big ball
Yeah, now we rollin four deep
Double dosin, relaxin, and maxin to $hort and these beats
E Double, $hort Dawg, Kool Ace
In the place, and be all but bring you straight horror
Representin money
Buy you some nigga

 

[fox69]

"Cali-O"
(feat. Ant Banks, B-Legit, E-40)

"Cali-O"
(feat. Ant Banks, B-Legit, E-40)



[Singin':]
This hit aint no joke, Oh no
Dont ya know, Dont ya know
Its Cali-O, Its Cali-O, Yeah
This hit aint no joke, This here aint no joke
Dont ya know, Sweet Cali-O

[Too $hort:]
Its that Orangutan lookin' like a Crayola
Nothin' but the sunshine, Soon as the day's over
Roll'em up, In the town, We get down
On the green and the purple, Never on the brown
Cause when ya hit the O its the real dope, From Humbolt
Have ya flyin' real stupid like Dumbo
They love it when it comes from California
You'll never be an +Outkast+ with that +Stankonia+

[E-40:]
Smell the aroma, Smells so lovely
Man thats potent, What ya'll smokin man?, Orange Ruffie
Where ya from, You from the Yay, Im from the Valley J
Man ya'll some fools, You California dudes do not play
I though you thoughtamajig, I though I told you my nagga
Game colder than a six pack of soda my nagga
Northren Cali, 23's on my Denali
Gettin rowdy in the Scrillacon Valley
Hoe

[Chorus:]
This hit aint no joke, Oh joke
Dont ya know, Dont ya know
Its Cali-O, Its Cali-O, Yeah
This hit aint no joke, This here aint no joke
Dont ya know, Sweet Cali-O
Love it when I hit it, Cali-O
Love it when I hit it, Dont ya know
Sweet Cali-O
I cant wait to touch it, Cali-O
Dont ya know, Yeah
Love it when I twist it, Dont ya know
Sweet Cali-O

[Too $hort:]
The Valley Joe

[B-Legit:]
Know it when you smell it, Hit it, Enhale the blow
Got zips from Cali-O, Niggas call it the dro
When I'm in for a show first hit up the store
Four boxes to the neck, Alcohol to follow
Get it on fa sho, Every zone I go
Tip toe to the door, Room 3-0-4
Put that town down-lo, Its that Town endo
Guarenteed, No seeds, In your town we'll blow

[Ant Banks:]
Now homie tell me what that yay like
Livin that Bay Life
We put it up in the air, From sundown to daylight
And the girls they be lovin' it, Cause it freeze on em
That Cali-O sensation lets us squeeze up in em
Its a whole 'notha mind state, A way of livin
That playalistic feelin' gives you the vibes of a villian
Help ya focus, And I was gone when I wrote this
Just trippin on that Cali-O, Its known to be the dopest

[Chorus (with minor variations)]

[Too $hort:]
Its been 10 years since I moved from Oakland
I traveled everywhere but theres nobody smokin
Like the Bay and LA, From San Diego up Seattle's way
Aint no shake like a rattlesnake, That Budwiser make ya get smart
You say you went to San Francisco and left your heart
But dont leave that orange sunshine on the coast
I know that you think the green and the purple is the most
Out in Cali you get choices
One hit will have you hearin angel's voices
Make you wanna fly, And catch the next plane to the West
So you can fill your brain with the best
Now Mary Jane was a small town girl
But Cali-O, She's been all around the world
She'll make the coldest player go broke
You dont hear me though, That Cali-O aint no joke

[Chorus and Too $hort talkin']