Too Short

[fox69]

"Fed Up"
(feat. Kool Ace)

"Fed Up"
(feat. Kool Ace)



[Intro/Chorus]
When a player's pissed
There ain't nuttin she can do about it
If I'm runnin out of love
The bitches who need to talk about it

[Too $hort]
It's over - bitch I ain't fuckin wit'chu
Don't call me, cause we ain't got nothin to do
You on your own now, find a new manager
My bitch is on cruise control - I can't handle her
You so complicated, tellin lies and stuff
Too emotional for me, and you cry too much
I roll on these hoes when they test my game
They wanna be spoiled buyin extra thangs
We supposed to be a team, real players winnin shit
We hustle every day, and we share the benefits
It used to feel good but now I'm barely feelin it
Cause now, I don't really care if we end the shit
Bitch! You gon' change on me?
You better take a good look, cause you ain't gon' see
my face... ever again
I'll find a better hoe and you can get a better pimp
Beotch!

[Chorus]

[Too $hort - over Chorus]
It's over baby!
Nothin

[Too $hort]
Now when I'm through wit'chu - ain't no gettin back
I don't want money from you, and I don't care who's hittin that
Don't speak when you see me and don't call a player
You can fuck a dog, for all I care bitch!
It ain't the same on your own
I know you miss me, that's why you playin games on the phone
I'm like Pimp C, I'm just not willing and able
to keep a bitch like you in my stable
You're nothin but trouble, you never could be on my level
You was turned off first time I said hello
You a freak and you fine but you weak in the mind
And worst of all, you're cheap wit'cha grind
You don't earn enough, got me burnin up
Cause you ain't even willin, to learn new stuff
Get the fuck out my face cause right now I will
whup your motherfuckin ass, bitch you know how I feel

[Chorus]

[Too $hort - over Chorus]
What bitch?
I ain't tryin to hear that shit baby
Time's up
It's too late

[Outro]
Get the fuck out my face bitch!
It's over baby, nuttin to talk about
I fucks wit'chu no mo'
It's too late baby, ain't nuttin you can say
I'm outta here

 

[fox69]

"Female Funk"

"Female Funk"


[$hort]
Short there baby what's that axe
I never saw a girl that could finish that
I said you look so high and your hair so long
When I see you baby I'm gonna sing this song

Crawl [scratch] I gotta get that funk
Female funk

I tell you about a freak that I met
Short got heat when the funk got wet
She's the one I won't forget
Got to get that funk like it ain't no sweat
Like a seven eleven on a non stop street
The first young tender was a true the freak
Cuz the funk won't let quit they don't tell me shit

Crawl [scratch] I gotta get that funk
Female funk

The second gender that I had
Talk about Friday that girl was bad
But young tender and sir too short
Gotta get that funk everyday at fo
Cuz a brother like me pay to in out
Funk that jump bitch there's just no way out
Once was yours but now she's mine
But now I get that funk I sing this rhyme

Crawl [scratch] I gotta get that funk
Female funk

The dirt young tender that I put
Couldn't understand that torched the but
Big time rapper that's what I am
But in that funk I'm superman
The dirt young tender she's the one
After two whole dates she had me sprung
Working that funk like I know I should
This and sour when I know that funk is good

Crawl [scratch] I gotta get that funk
Female funk

The next young tender was the fourth
So much love for sir too short
The fourth young tender that I'll regret
The girl got scared when the funk got wet
Without that funk what's to play
Sleep, and eat, and work all day
Give me that funk and I might just shout
Sir too short just turned you out

Crawl [scratch] I gotta get that funk
Female funk

Too s.h.o.r.t. female funk is all I see
Baby and short all night long
Give me that funk and sing that song

Crawl [scratch] I gotta get that funk
Female funk

Hey young female there female funk is what I said
Funk, funk, give me some more
You get a lot of funk when your name too short
Give me that funk give me a lot
That funk won't stop give me that funk don't be
Everywhere I go they sing this song

Crawl [scratch] I gotta get that funk
Female funk

I gotta get more gotta get mail
Told my hoe by the fifth young tail
Call me up on the telephone
And said sir too short I'm all alone
I said there's no need to say anymore
Getting real funky is up to too short
The two emcee is who I be
Working that funk to the video

Crawl [scratch] I gotta get that funk
Female funk

Thirty eight twenty four thrity seven
All about tennies all extra thick
Work that funk if you dare
Cuz all my young tenders got funk to spare
Watch your step you just might slip
Sewed up too short on a tender tip
Got to get that funk with that G
When it get's that high just send to me

Funk [scratch] gotta get that funk
Female funk

The next young tender down the line
Is just a fan who loves the rhymes
She saw me rolling so so hot
Recognized pain in the start
There's no time so the story goes
I rolled that freak like a two hoe
Cuz I'm a vet not a punk
So let too short just rock that funk

Funk [scratch] gotta get that funk
Female funk

Female funk seven day all two times
Smooth the ocean around the clock
Saw too short just watch that cock

Funk [scratch] gotta get that funk
Female funk

 

[fox69]

"Female Players"

"Female Players"


[Woman:] Only fuck with these silly-ass boys for fun
[Woman:] Get 'em all alone, and a thug is hung
Screamin aiyy-yah, aiyy-yah
[Woman:] Only fuck with these silly-ass boys for fun
[Woman:] Get 'em all alone, and a thug is hung
Screamin aiyy-yah, aiyy-yah

[Too $hort:]
I like them wild girls, the way they throw that
When the music ghetto, and she don't hold back
I wanna see her wiggle, when I stick it in her
Call me the champ, cause my dick's the winner
Bitch! It's internationally known
I picture in my mind, you look nasty in thongs
You probably do it just like you dance (player)
You bout to bust out your pants
You got.. too much ass in your jeans
Throw it my way, I'm not passin a thing
Are you a pleaser, or a teaser?
R&B diva or a skeezer?
To me, it's the same difference
I do my thang in the game, pimpin'
Don't worry bout me, cause I'ma do mine (damn)
Damn this bitch is too fine

[Chorus: Too $hort + Woman:]
[Woman:] Only fuck with these silly-ass boys for fun
[$hort:] I like female players
[Woman:] Get 'em all alone, and a thug is hung
Screamin aiyy-yah, aiyy-yah
[Woman:] Only fuck with these silly-ass boys for fun
[$hort:] I don't like them squares
[Woman:] Get 'em all alone, and a thug is hung
Screamin aiyy-yah, aiyy-yah

[Too $hort:]
Yeah she got dough, she get her hustle on
You can't buy that girl out, fool what you want?
She get her own table, buy her own bottles
Look in her purse, she got long dollars
Now you wonder why she hangin with me
You curious how my game could be
Playin broads ain't a thang to me
It must be a sign up but you can't see (player)
It's right there in your face
Throw the peace sign up all the players in the place
Look around, it's time to go to work
I'm tryin to flirt with little momma in the shortest skirt
I think she with it, but I don't wanna just hit it
I wanna get explicit
And if she kiss it, it's bound to get good
Tomorrow mornin I'll be cruisin round the bitch hood

[Chorus (w/ minor variations)]

[Too $hort:]
All my female players, gather around
It's a roller coaster baby you at Magic Mountain
Six Flags on a holiday
You wanna ride again girl you ain't gotta wait
You never have to stand in line for the ride
Just take a few hits cause I'm tryin to get you high
I can't tell you to loosen up
But I can say I love the way you move your butt
Let's make it happen, you wanna go home with me?
So I don't wake up in the mornin all lonely?
We can't compromise, I won't promise you lies
But I will make you feel it 'til the sun rise
And if you wanna know what it's like
Ask all the top notches in the club tonight
They'll tell ya, I ain't tryin to find a wife
But if you fuck with Short Dawg you'll have the time of your life

[Chorus (w/ minor variations)]

[Too $hort:] I like female players

 

[fox69]

"Fire"
(feat. Erick Sermon)

"Fire"
(feat. Erick Sermon)



[Erick Sermon:]
Where my money at ho..
Where my money at yo..
Get my money 'fore I whip..
Forget your big fat ass
We going off baby
We don't mess around cuz I'm nautious baby
You know I loaded it with the gun, pop pop..
Aiyyo, LET'S GO!!!

Here we go y'all
New shit new shit, out the door y'all
Shorty Pimp, E-Dub once again
So buy you some of this ghetto slum
Underground music from A-T-L
X rearranged it, Shorty B played it
Me and Shorty laid it, my niggaz OKed it
Carnefious Crawfish, next to slay it
Damn right! We do it all day bitch
Ride around in Benz's, twenty inch rimzes
What Short told y'all, New York to California
We put them high beams on ya - parkin lot pimpin
With the boom-boom twelve inches kickin, we stay hittin
Huh? The most consecutive
Fifteen albums, we're the executives
Who talkin money?

[Hook - E. Sermon:]
Let's do it baby
Me and Short dog on the mic baby
It's going down all night baby
Shootin all haters on sight baby
THAT'S RIGHT!!
Make room, E and Short be on fire!
Everything we do is fire!
This song is on fire! YO!

[Too $hort:]
Bitch! That's my favorite word
I cashed a million dollar check on Thursday the third
Now it's flowin like water out the kitchen sink
I make more money everytime you blink
Got you scratchin ya head, made you stop and think
He couldn't made all that he must have robbed a Brinks
We been around so long, makin funky songs
Now you gettin mad, say this cain't be goin on
How come E and Short get to stay in the game?
Don't ever talk down on a player's name
So when you see us on top of every chart
You know we been number one since the very start
We feed families; when we rhyme, celebrate like champions
You see mine - I never worry
I don't want the stress, you know my story
I learned how to ball from the best

[Hook - E. Sermon:]
Let's do it baby
Me and Short dog on the mic baby
It's going down all night baby
Shootin all haters on sight baby
THAT'S RIGHT!!
Make room, Eastcoast be on fire!
Westcoast be on fire!
Down south be on fire! YO!
(Detroit, Chi-town!)

[Erick Sermon:]
Don't stop the song now I'm not over
I must leave the scene wrecked, before closure
Highest doja, L.A. weed
Monopolize the south like L.A. Reed (BITCH!)
Sick individual, this here be the southwest coast
Eastcoast material
Erick Sermon, that's what I said man
Fuck with Short and I and be a dead man

[Too $hort:]
This is fire, pass it to me
It's so hot, E lemme hit that weed
Uptown, hydro is in my genes
It's like green, I just my be a fiend
Cuz I been tryin to O.D. lately
And your never gonna rehabilitate me
On a mission since the eigth grade
Keep gettin high, and stay paid

[Hook - E. Sermon:]
Let's do it baby
Me and Short dog on the mic baby
It's going down all night baby
Shootin all haters on sight baby
THAT'S RIGHT!!
Make room, tonight is on fire!
The roof is on fire!
These hoes be on fire! ...

 

[fox69]

"Freaky Tales"

"Freaky Tales"


These are the tales, the freaky tales...
The tales that I tell so well...

I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in the sheets and we broke my bed
There's another girl, her name is Mary
Talked about sex and the girl acted scary
I heard she was freakin' for my homeboy Jerry
Took her to the house and I popped that cherry
Young and tender, sweet Denise
Get her in the bed and the girl's a beast
I tell you, homeboy, If you get a piece
She only talks about signin' a lease
I met this tender, her name was Lori
And a X-rated movie wouldn't tell her story
She had a twinsister, her name was Lisa
And just like Lori, she's a real dick pleaser
My girlfriend's name was Michelle, I freaked her well
Her pussy got hotter than flames in hell
I geed this girl, her name was Tammy
I didn't wanna do it cause the bitch was flammy
She had a best friend, her name was Jane
I pulled to the side and I spitted that game
I met a lot of freaks in my lifespine
Freaked one night with a girl named Pam
The very next day I saw her with her man
One week passed and I was in her again
I had an old tender, her name was Janie
She was thirty-two and I was only eighteen
She likes to freak, she's just a fiend
It really didn't matter when I saw her in jeans
I wanna big freak, fat and slobby
I kick on back and I watch her mouth
Two tons of fun, big mama jama
A country-girl from Alabama
I met this girl, her name was Betty
Her pussy got wet and it smelled like death
I was tired as hell, I was drippin' sweat
But I was all up in her tryin' to hold my breath
Bake and shake us, I met this freak in Vegas
She said her name was Donna
She was a pitty little freak from China
I said I don't pimp or gigolo
I'm havin' so much money that I don't need a hoe
You can break yourself but you can't break me
You never met a player like $hort, baby
I knew a dick sucker named Betty-Jo
Took her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more:
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like another freak named Ren`
You get her alone and she'll make your day
Like Burger King, she knows the play
But a freak like Ren`, you can have it your way...

These are the tales, the freaky tales...
These are the tales that I tell so well...

I met this girl, thick as hell
Only sixteen, said her name was Linell
I took her to my house, I could not wait
Her shit was much tighter than Central Safe
Let me tell you this since we talkin' young
I met another girl, said her name was Yvonne
Always talkin' about havin' fun
Once again in the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my money, let the hoes keep throwin'
I once met a tender, she did it for free
On the Foothill bust number forty-three
All the way on the back she was workin' me
Had my big beatbox and I was jammin' the beat
I met this freak named aunt Winell
Macked on the baby like an ice-cold vet
Everythin' she had is what I get
Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit
I met another freak, her name was Rita
Baby thought that $hort just might eat her
I told her like this, she can suck my peter
Or even go home cause I knew I didn't need her
Scratched her name off my telephone book
Never again I took a second look
Cause the next young freak, her name was Sharon
She kept lookin', well, I kept stairin'
Her booty was stuffed in the jeans she was wearin'
She never left, she cutted out
I know you all know what I'm talkin' about
There's a freak named Shane, such a sinner
She smokes that pipe and she's gettin' thinner
Shane is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like this tender named Belinda
Homeboys call her Belinda the Blender
She gave head like she made it up
She was twenty years old with a big round butt
Had a girl slick like olive oil
Her father was rich and the girl was spoiled
When she got mad he blood would boil
But I rapped her off like I'm lookin' a toy...

These are the tales, the freaky tales...
The tales that I tell so well...

Shockedy life, Friday night, it's goin' on Too $hort
Three weeks ago I met this freak
She followed me around like Mary's sheep
I hitted around the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Nina and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Set her on the way the very next way
Playboy $hort was ready to play
I bumped to this girl, her name was Roseanne
We hitted the motel and got it goin' on
Holiday Inn to the break of dawn
When I took baby home, I freaked her mom
I knew this tender named Shanie
I took her to the house and let her freak on me
Baby was a fan, she loved my beat
But I wouldn't raise my leg to let her kiss my feet
I met this freak named Yolanda
Rolled baby doll like a brand new Honda
I was on top and she was up under
The bed hitted the wall and it sounded like thunder
I once had a datewith girl named Kitty
She was so fine with big fat tiddies
All night long she was actin' shitty
So i macked on baby like I was Frank Nitti
There's another girl, her name is Rose
I use to roll baby like brand new Volvos
I never saw Rose wearin' clothes
She's a pimp house pet, ready to pose
I was ridin' down the street when I met Janet
Her booty was bigger than the whole damn planet
Ass everywhere, I just can't stand it
Tried to poem it but I could not manage
I had this freak, her name was Bunny
Said I was the only man who ever called her honey
Everythin' I did to her was funny
I macked on bunny and I took her money
Eight tonight a date with Shirlie
She was really short and her hair was curly
If you saw baby you liked this girlie
She was so fine I went to get her early
Shirlie was freakin' like a girl named Rachel
Her bite was vicious and it sure was fatal
She liked to kiss all on my neval
Those are her lips on top of my label
I knew another freak, her name was Candy
Real big lips and they came in handy
I smooth got worked and it was so dandy
I hooked the brood up with my homeboy Randy
He did me a favor in return
Gave me a lizard, said her name was Laverne
Baby got tossed and I got it on
I grabbed the mic and started to sing my song
My young homeboy heard me rap
And said he had way more freaks than that
So I told him like this: they might be freakin'
But, boy, you never had that T-P-Treatment...

 

[fox69]

"From Here To New York"

"From Here To New York"


How many rhymes does it take to reach from here to New York

[$hort]
From here to New York
Everybody's talking about sir Too $hort
And its all night good cuz some talk back
Sucker emcees wanna make me mad
But I don't stop rapping and they don't seem
To really understand just what I mean
You a sucker emcee and wash the hall
Sucker emcees don't stand too tall
I could spit you a rap then pull near
I'm so fresh everyday of the year
I could spit my rap straight to you
Sucker emcee and your whole crew
Everytime you said I was what you wanted
You never even knew you soon be fronted
By an emcee rappers like me
And giving no slack to your sucker emcees
In your fak the one I might slap
Same dang taste I was laughing at
Cuz sucker emcees don't know the tip
And your going to pay for everything you dip
Tieing to front Too $hort you need to quit
Rappers like me won't even trip
So if don't recognize fronting your gear
If it's you against short you will never win
Cuz I'll stand here and won't stop rhyming
Until I see you don't stop thing
Or I won't stop that's what you heard
Cuz you keep listening to my word
Everyword I say comes loud and clear
Out of my mouth straight to your ear
And I just don't stop once I start
I take a sucker emcee and just tear them apart
Like this

With a rap like this I be hard on the mic
Spitting my rap to you all dang night
Just give me a break before you get broke
You to to be saved by Jon the Pope
Cuz sucker emcees don't be the might
Cuz you all want to se short rock the mic
And when you find out that I don't quit
I'm rapping to the beat like superslick
Talking about your sucker what do you want
You want to take a chance why do you front
Too $hort baby here I stand
From here to New York been known to jam
Not one of those suckers that play rap songs
Making those words to sing along
I'm fresh yea fresh as that
So dang fresh I know the deal
I'm from Oakland, California the big O-town
Too $hort Too $hort I'm still down
I put my whips down fresh I don't play
From here to New York emcees will say
I'm the s.h.o.r.t. spitting my rap to you sucker emcee
Cuz like I said its time to pay
Everything you said and everything you say
Too hard you need to quit
Rappers like me won't even trip
See I knew you didn't knew what you stepped into
When you front on a rapper like hayby too
Everytime I rhyme people love my rap
Its sucker emcee can't deal with that
Just faker than fake you want me to be
Just like you but soon you'll see
Too $hort

I'm in every drop I ride oh no I don't
And losing to a sucker you know I won't
Why you keep on front you so sleek
All your homeboys rapping you against me
Now your homeboys standing there looking laughing
Cuz you went against short and broke you in half
Like that I didn't give you a break
I put you on the mic now they know you a fake
Then I got on the mic look at me now
Too $hort baby from the Oakland town
Hard to leave but keep on there
I proving to a sucker that short can ride
And I know he knows Too $hort can
Cuz the boy ain't nothing but one of my fans
Wanna be like me so dang back
Your principal dreams all your emcee hack
If you really don't know who's the best
Too $hort baby from the wild wild west
All the way from here to New York
Everbody's talking about sir Too $hort
The way I rap like a homerun hitter
Knocking out suckers cuz I'm so much better
At rapping so what could it be
Give me a mic and a beat and you'll soon see
I'm to cool sir Too $hort
Turing everything out from here to New York
Remember my name and I be out
On the mic all night just spitting my rap
True hoo thing never been down
I'm so fresh I could never be clowned
Its just like that until the end of time
So you better wake up on the West coast rhyme

 

[fox69]

"Fuck My Car"

"Fuck My Car"


Let's go ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
I know it's my car bitch, you ain't trippin
It's your favorite color, on a lovely day
You let me reach right over, and rub on your leg
I'm sayin all kind of shit, to make you smile
Put your seatbeat on, cause I be drivin wild
You think I'm like them other niggaz, I just wanna fuck
But I like to get money and get my dick sucked
I ain't your average everyday little hoe nigga
And I can see through you bitch youse a gold digger
Tellin me stories, about the richest man
But I'm Too $hort baby, the bitch's pimp
I come a long way from young and done the certified player
I get what I want, and I'ma holler at you later
If you ain't got game you might think I'm a trick
Don't play yourself girl you won't get no dick
I take you right back home so you can be witcha man
I know you sucker motherfuckers won't understand
See me with a bitch and say I floss too hard
These hoes ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car

Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car

She could care less about a real man
All she wants is a man with the meal plan
Pick her up in the Benz and hope she get to eat
Every day is Halloween hoe, trick or treat
I throw your ass in the trunk with a bag of rats
Drop you off at Kaiser like they did in The Mack
I know you're broke, fantasizing like Mariah
Get a grip on my bumper, rub your clit on my tire
You can ride on top or wrap your legs around the frame
But if you get in this car you gonna respect this game
And I'm knowin that, I hope you know it too
Only real pimps know what I'm goin through
It's a daily mission, controllin these bitches
Uphold the pimpin, never start sympin
Got the cleanest drop Caddy for your eyes to see
So c'mon bitch and take a ride with me

Now I'm about big blocks, drop tops
White guts ending with much knock
Got loot but dough ain't even trippin on it
Got keys, to three hundred Z's, knowin these bitches

Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car

I gave you a ride for some head cause my dick was soft
But if you ain't widdit I'ma drop you off
I got hoes all around me all day and night
And yo little pussy's just way too tight
For a big black dick like mine to slide in
I take my motherfuckin time and ride it
Cause ain't no punk bitches where I'm from
They like to suck niggaz dicks, and make us cum
So get butt-naked let me slap that ass
Play with them titties while I tap that ass
Slam your face in the pillow, and arch that back
Have you lovin this dick like it's made of crack
Cocaine, and you know that costs
Can't fuck for free you got to pay the boss
Hundred dollar bills bitch
I break your ass and won't feel shit
Cause pimpin, pimpin, that's my game
I got it from the O where it always rains
Pimp game, now it's time to roll
And take my hoes down to the hoe stroll

Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car

You ain't slammin doors like me cause I'm the coldest mack
From a brand new Benz to my old school 'llac
You ain't never gon stop my pimpin style
It's like two plus two, can you figure it out?
You say, what fo', I say that's right
You know the answer nigga pimpin for life
What's a trick to a hoe, some dope to a fiend
What's a bag of weed if the shit ain't green
You say the game is forever, well so am I
You only got two choices bitch, hoe or die
Now speak up, you better say somethin
Before I turn your ass back into a pumpkin
Cause ain't no motherfuckin fairy tales
Only Freaky Tales, and I tell em so well bitch
Now get your ass in the car
Don't play me too close I won't pimp you too hard

Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car
[repeat 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Funk Session"
(feat. Shock G)

"Funk Session"
(feat. Shock G)



[Shock G:]
The mother fucking funk seesion is about to begin
Crowd around, ladies and gentlemen crowd around
The funk session is about to begin
When I say funk session, i ain't talking about George Clinton
I love that nigger though
I ain't talking about James Brown and Sly Stone
I'm not talking about mother fucking the Time and Prince
(What you talking about?)
We talking about funk session 96 style
96 funk mean a different thing
That means you looked at my woman, and I'm stepping to you
And you about to pull out the gat and try to blow a nigger's brains out

[Too Short:]
You see we can't along cause we just don't want to
You cross the game and my crew will just stomp you
And sing the ripper, we just say oh well
And the white man keeps on building more jails
I know the system ain't nothing to fool with
Cause you locked up all my homies that I went to school with
And I know damn well you got my name on the list
Cause I'm the one that called your daughter a bitch
Just a black man doin good, you wanna do me
Before you ban rap you need to ban them violent movies
Gangsta rap causes crime, Mike Tyson wrecked the system
Larry Hoover ran a gang in Illinios can't forget
Malcom X taught us knowledge, Martin Luther preached for peace
And every day black men lying dead in the street
So where's the real education, in the hood
Peace to the muslims cause they're doing real good
They're never giving up, on the black folks
We need to buy our own land and try to stack dough
Get rich if you want to, I ain't trying to front you
If Robert Gold want some funk tell him come through
It's been a long night but we're still getting funky
Who opened up the cage and let out the monkey
I heard it when she said it, "You just a dogg Short
like them G's out in South Side Chicago"
I said that's right hoe, I'm from the East O
And I will never spend my money on a six-fo
High performance, is what I'm riding
I got the game from Oakland so I never stop siding
I'm getting money in this criminal's country
Hoe's show me love because my pimping's so lovely
I'm not a role model, unless you trying to mack her
Cause first I am player and second I'm a rapper
Third I'm just a big ass baller
Top notch on my beeper but I still won't call her
Cause I got one with me, And I'm a pimp till I die
Don't be talking to them snitches, you'll get sent on a lie
Doing time in the pen for some backstabbing
I wonder what would happen if they catch em
You burn his balls with a big lighter, get the gasoline
And he'll be smoking like a mother fucking dope fiend
Nowaday's they like to kill your whole crew
For coming to the party and stepping on a shoe
He said excuse me, but it wasn't al-right
So now you want to take his punk ass outside
So you can hit him, and with him
Let his momma bury him in a suit that don't fit 'em
You don't give an F-U-C-K
So just fuck him
Didn't have to shoot him, just walked out and stuck him
Knife up and down all around in his gut
Standing in his blood looked down and said "What's up?"

What's up nigger, Shock G tell 'em like Treach

[Shock G:]
East coast niggers are the craziest
And West coast niggers are the craziest
And down south niggers are the craziest
It seems like all american niggers are the craziest

It done got out of hand
We don't drink that potion at the white mother fucking masses
Immediate and cooked up for us and now we killing each other
Remember me all, I want everybody to look back
Yo this is Shock G from Digital Underground
I want you to look back right now
We rolling with the Dangerous Crew
I want you to look back when I said
Y'all remember that shit when I said, I said ah
America, Get busy Humpty yeah
The red the white the blue and the blue and red for crips and bloods
The white for whose got you doing time
We busting caps on one another and it never stops
You know it never stops
But you know, that Shock's been searching for someone
Who can rise like Malcom and Farahkan
To straighten you niggers out

Shit they call me MC Blowfish
Back when Digital Underground first started
Say, I was running the whole thing, say
The call me MC Blowfish hey
Yeah, and I kick a little thing like this
I say, I say, I say, I say
Shorty check me out
I say, I say

Now follow as I slip into that butter melody
This is the part Shock takes your heart and leaves you vision blurry
So try to focus on my dope
I suggest that you invest in a telescope
As I come with hella rythem
Move closer to your television
Get your look just like that hooker catch Jay ism
Even with my vocals for your ears, you still couldn't see me though
As I flavor rub this vidy like oregano
I'm slanging them nouns and verbs
You couldn't see me with binoculars
I guess I'm just a little different cause I do love them hoes
Just maybe not the same way I love my niggeros
Cause I love it when they say something fly
The ill caps make me laugh till I cry
Some frys and some freaks and it's on
All night long
I love to see my homies living strong
But then that cook with that cloudy cookbook
Rains salts on another brother's sunny day
I'm wondering if we're really happy here with this lonely G game we play

I said I'm wondering if we're really happy here with this lonely G game we play
Cause it's hella fun here, i'm not going to front on that
Yeah, niggers have booming fun
Flossing and fucking with these hoes and capping niggers
But wheres we heading as a people
Where is we heading
This is the funk session y'all
Check me out
This is Shock G from D-Flow production Squad
Cooling right now with the Dangerous Crew
Yeah I got my man Breed in the house
Breed bought to roll a fatty while my man Shorty B get on the 6 string
And blow your mind, Yeah
I got Pee-Wee in the house
And you know what Pee-Wee said
He said, He said Shock, You know that...[fade out]

 

[fox69]

"G-2000"
(feat. Badwayz)

"G-2000"
(feat. Badwayz)



What y'all know about this shit man, okay
Yeah (niggaz desperate to be) nationwide baby
(But don't really know what it means to be)
A new millenium (a real true G)
Niggaz say, there's gotta be a whole different crew on the set
(Gangsters live and gangsters ride)
Just to rearrange the whole game (it's hard to survive, either do or die)
And that's what my niggaz is doin (in this gangster life)
That's what we doin, come check us out, yo

[Verse One]
Us young niggaz came up with nothin but hopes and dreams
Obscene intentions, picture perfect for the pinchin
A new invention to this dope game, I'm slangin CD's
instead of cocaine, meanwhile takin it in and gainin mo' game
My background descended from the hustlers and pimps
True redemption for you niggaz, I blew up like the blimp
Strong attempts to make these power moves, nationwide we devour crews
My momma told me never follow fools

[Verse Two]
On the backstreets, gat beats, had her runnin like track meets
Tax freak, class G, servin up them crack trees
Joe Rizza, rhyme blizza, from the streets 'til I take my roll
I take control, bank fold, ain't never gon' sell my soul
I stay committed, when shit go down in my town they say I did it
I gots ta get it, and when yo' stash look touched you know I hit it
You won't admit it, we bring it hella from that Detroit city
Nitty gritty, kick so much ass it gets my gators shitty

[Chorus: singer]
Niggaz desperate to be
But don't really know what it means to be
A real true G
Gangsters live and gangsters ride
It's hard to survive, either do or die
In this gangster li-iiiiiiiife

[Verse Three]
Dirty repercussions, nasty destruction, I'm talkin I'm bustin
Dumpin bullets in my foes, trigger pullin on you hoes
Born with the soul of a soldier; you don't even know what it means
to be a G well fuck with me and I'ma show ya
The definition, of a killer nigga, get that nigga
Bring him to me but don't kill him, let me deal with him
Cause I'ma peel him with my scalp, wodie shoulda kept his mouth closed
Now it's gonna scream high notes, like some altos

[Verse Four]
My nigga the war is true to down my haters and imitators, smash niggaz to pieces
Slash the anger from my gun crucify you bitches like Jesus
Squash beef, respect those when my niggaz roll through
You claimin a side I'm claimin trues when you make yo' move I make my move
Showtime fool, as I think about how you chin checked
Any minute they drop like two bitches beggin to get wet
Have some respect, cause on my team, a nigga marine
Stayin a foot off you scrubs, showin no love to all these hoe fiends

[Verse Five]
360 degrees fool! Shit, I burn like a Pyrex
So which one of you motherfuckers wanna step up, and die next?
Appetite for mutilation, gangster 2000
An operation no time for debatin, my troops is waitin
We roll like Dayton, wires, we keep yo' block on fire
Not Juvenile, but I crush empires, fuckin with me
I hurt you, like a Jamaican {?}
My bitch get evil like {?} a nigga murder mad

[Chorus]

[Female singer:]
Gangster [8x]
To all the true gangsters
Gangster [8x]
To all my true gangsters

 

[fox69]

"Game"
(feat. Old School Freddy B)

"Game"
(feat. Old School Freddy B)



[Guy toking and coughing up]
[$hort] Freddy B!
[Fred B] Wuz up $hort?
[$hort] Ai, y'know they been waitin on this ol' school game
Let's bring that game back!
[Fred B] Like game one thru five?
[$hort] Yeah nigga, just like we use to do it!
[Fred B] Well check this out

Game! Is the shit
Like what? A rat-haired bitch

[Old School Freddy B:]
I was sittin at my home, all alone
Thinkin 'bout bitches I use to bone
Tight young bitches, I can't deny
Rat-haired bitches, I can't lie
The bitch had body is all I know
Only 18 but looked twenty-fo'
Her name was Bitch, class of '92
Skyline High and the shit was cool
Took her to my house, Moms was gone
Turned off the light, unplugged the phone
The bitch said "Fred, I hearda you
Anything you want, I will do"
I dropped my drawers, dick all swoll
She couldn't believe the position was pole
In and out, out and in
I used the bitch like a ATM
G'd the bitch like the one and only
Bust two nuts and called her phony
She couldn't believe what I said
The next thing you know she was on my head
Suckin the dick like it's suppose to be done
Rat-haired bitch make me cum
Freddy B that's the name
Rat-haired bitches, I got game

[$hort] Cos Game
[Fred B] That's the shit
[$hort] Like what? (Like what?)
[Fred B] A nasty bitch

[Short Dawg:]
I like to fuck a nasty bitch
Witta big fat ass and shit
First lay, dick gettin sucked
Bitch don't give a fuck
Cos real players run that game
When I fuck that bitch she won't be the same
Cos when Short Dawg run up in it
Fuck a bitch for about 30 minutes
Real player-like, straight to the point
Bust a nut while I'm smokin a joint
Stop fuckin, still smokin
Lay my dick on her lips, say "Open!"
Ain't nuttin like a nasty bitch
Acting all fast and shit
Bitch just love to flirt
When I see her at the club, I'll be puttin in work
Feelin on her ass at the bar
Let's get a room, girl it ain't too far
On the way, y'know what happened?
She sucked my dick while I was rappin
I just couldn't resist
I couldn't hold back, I said "BEEYATCH!"

[Fred B] Game!
[$hort] All I do is stack
[Fred B] Like what?
[$hort] A motherfuckin mack!

[Old School Freddy B:]
My Copue DeVille is all white
Yes bitch, it's hella tight
Crush blue velvet, gameless game
White on white wit tha gold thangs
Bounce tp the spot, check my crap
Wash, wax, straight on fat
The bass on heat everytime I ride
A long haired bitch on the passenger side
Mackin on the cellular phone
I can't be stopped, 50 G's strong
Fred Benz, Freddy B
Oaktown, a bitch don't sleep
A motherfuckin mack that's what I am
Taxin a bitch like Uncle Sam
She pays the tax, Fred Benz' the pimp
16 G's put the bitch in
No ordinary game, just give it and take
East Oakland can't be fake
I slapped the bitch, the money was short
Macked on the bitch and now she knows
Fred Benz baby, the game is fat
Ask these bitches, I'm a mack

[$hort] Game!
[Fred B] Is like ridin vogues
[$hort] Like what?
[Fred B] Breakin hos

[Short Dawg:]
Breakin hos day and night
They call me Shorty The Pimp, my game is tight
I never do give hos slack
I'm like Fred Benz, I'ma mack
So bitch break yourself
I'm an Oaktown nigga, I'll take your wealth
Cos that's what I was raised to do
Break these bitches, get payed fool
Y'know Short Dawg ain't afraid and hurt
Any bitch I get, you can't take her
Cos the game is fool-proof
Bet'cha momma say I'm tellin ya true
So won't you pay the man
Hundred dollar bills all in my hand
While I break you bitches
Tell a story 'bout ridin with bitches
'Bout these pimp ass niggas from The O
We know just what to do with a ho
Take her where the tricks get laid
Where the hos get paid
You need a pimp, bitch give me a call
I drop the top in my El Dawg

[$hort] Cos Game
[Fred B] It's the shit
[$hort] Like what?
[Fred B] Like a bitch

[Fred B] Ai, Short Dawg?
[$hort] Wuz up Fred?
[Fred B] I ain't smokin no more dank wit no more bitches
[$hort] Hell naw nigga
Bitch wanna smoke a 20 sack, sge got to spend 20
KnowhutI'msayin?
[Fred B] If the bitch wanna 50, what she gotta do $hort?
[$hort] She gotta do me, you and the whole crew, he hah
[Fred B] And my nigga PO too!
[$hort] Hey, y'know what? Freddy B.....
[Fred B] What's that baby?
[$hort] And Too $hort. We go way back man!
1981, Freemont High School
We the two niggas who invented the word 'BEEYATCH!'
[Fred B] BEEYATCH!
[$hort] Hey wait wait wait. BEEYATCH!