Too Short

[fox69]

"Gangstas & Strippers"

"Gangstas & Strippers"


[CHORUS 1]
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked

From the weed house straight to the strip club
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
I pull heat from the heat rub
All i fuck wit is gangstas and strippers
She's a killa and a sweet thing
Set a nigga up wit the money and g-string
Now throw them G's up
And tell a bitch get up off your knees slut
Cuz we get rowdy tonight
Them scary motherfuckas know how we like to fight
Thats why they leave when we show up
Then all you little bitches see me and hoe up
Square people dont want me around
We get crunked in the A we go dumb in the town
They say we like to clown
But we get too stupid on that hi-fi sound
(WHAT)

[CHORUS 2]
How u like me now
All the gangstas and strippers
How u like my style
I fuck wit gangstas and strippers
I know im kinda wild
Like the gangstas and strippers
Its bout time u find out
All i fuck wit is gangstas and strippers

I dont blow no mist
Im a california nigga all the hoes know this
Yeah we smokin purple
Pedal to the metal and we goin in circles
All u smell is weed and rubber
If i hit yo baby mama im a mothafucka
Cuz she's loving me
Staring at my face she wanna fuck wit me
I wanna fuck her too
And i always know just wat to do
Yo baby mama is a stripper
Town business it wont take long to get her
Cuz she's a cute little thick thang
I got her goin dumb on the dick man
Im insane when i spit game
Then i dump them and i flush them like shit stain

[CHORUS 2]
How u like me now
All the gangstas and strippers
How u like my style
I fuck wit gangstas and strippers
I know im kinda wild
Like the gangstas and strippers
Its bout time u find out
All i fuck wit is gangstas and strippers

You see me at the strip club
Outside about to pick a bitch up
Around fo' A.M. im up all night u know i am.
And if you fuck wit me i make one phone call
Call up's and G's relax
Dont tell me wat to do i kick back
And watch all hell break loose
I feel sorry for ya'll
Cuz once they start u gotta fight them all
You see the front door you better run
You never got jumped before its fun
When you doin the jumpin
Turn he's mothafuckin head into a pumkin
Sack him in he's mouth know the nigga out
The take he's girl to the house and dig it out
BITCH......

[CHORUS 1]
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
Now how u like me now
I fuck wit gangstas and strippers
How u like my style
I fuck wit gangstas and strippers
I know im kinda wild
Like the gangstas and strippers
Its bout time u find out
All i fuck wit is gangstas and strippers
How u like me now all the gangstas and strippers
How you like me now BIATCH.....

 

[fox69]

"Get In Where You Fit In"
(feat. Bad-N-Fluenz)

"Get In Where You Fit In"
(feat. Bad-N-Fluenz)



What happened to that other rapper y'all used to fuck with?

Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, Whatever
That motherfucker name is, man we got a real crew, we got
Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and
Shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we got some real shit
Trying to be like $hort motherfucker, you know what I'm saying?
Dangerous Music got some mack shit for your ass, boy
Fuck him up, $hort

[Too $hort:]
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you wanna be me for?
It's your life, you wish it was a Too $hort rap
But you gots no game, and your bass ain't fat
You need to quit, rapping just ain't your place
So back on the grind and don't catch no case
Bitches, that's what you always be
Like the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this ain't no race
I pull it out and shoot it right in her face
You probably wine her and dine her
And get jealous when you can't find her
You're nothing but a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is Too $hort, I'm In the House like that
Shorty the Pimp, was Born to Mack
And I don't stop rapping, one thing I never do
Is stop making this funky-ass shit to ride to
And other rap crews can see
Dangerous Crew got the funky beats
And when I see ya, and act like I don't know ya
I'm like Missouri, cause I can show ya
Why is my shit so funky it stanks?
Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant Banks
You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew
You might of just learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all your songs
Done you like a hoe and then sent your ass home
One punk came and went
Had to fire the hoe, but I'm still a pimp
(MC) Lawrence (The fake gangsta)
Would've never been shit without the Bad-Ass Banksta (The little punk)
Now he's gonna play on out (Like a mark)
Had to put his fat foot in his mouth (Little bitch)
Quick to say "I'm sorry" when you're funny
Y'all can have him, cause Dangerous don't want him
He'll tell a lie almost every other minute
I'm like Bennett, I ain't in it
Go on with your reject rap attack
You'll get more from a prize in a Cracker Jack
And since Banks said he can't have no more funk (Hell naw)
Get in where you fit in, punk
It's what life is all about...

Did that get him, did that get it? (Yeah, you got him)
Wait, it's the end? (Bitch-ass nigga)
You like that shit? (Hell yeah) Damn, you like that, nigga!
You a fool (Tore his ass up!) Banks you a fool for that!
(Fuck that nigga) (Goddamn!)

Man, fuck that punk-ass nigga, man trying to fuck with the Dangerous
Crew, nigga, you can't hang with this shit, nigga, we got niggas
Way tighter than you man,you old wanna be me asshole nigga, come with
Some real niggas from East Oakland, nigga

[Rappin' Ron:]
I'm a Bad-N-Fluenz, so keep your fucking kids away from me
Cause the motherfucking turf is the place to be
Where hella niggas get shot at
So you'd better pop back, or your ass getting dropped, black
Cause niggas lay you on your back fast
So you'd better grab a gat and pop a cap in they black ass
And let loose the whole clip
And let these motherfuckers know that you ain't taking no shit
I mean you gotta be a nut, fool
And you can't give a fuck, you can cut nigga, fuck school
Because that shit don't even last long
Get a key from an OG and get your fucking cash on
And if a nigga got some grip, get your gank on
But if a nigga popping lip, get your bank on
Don't ever go out like another sucker
You gotta show everybody that you the baddest motherfucker
Show them niggas you the biggest boss
And ain't no slipping stopping the tripping just popping
A clip and breaking them niggas off
Cause see life ain't nothing but just riches to me
Getting high with my partners and bitches to see
Yep, that's what life is all about
You eating the cunt and she sucking your dick and you
Fucking that bitch and kicking that bitch up out
I ain't a model, and I don't play the fucking role
Don't be shit when you're old, nigga fuck a goal
You wanna be somebody, I tell your ass you can't
You little bad motherfucker, go on and hit the dank
That's how it is in the Oaktown
These motherfuckers didn't know? Well these motherfuckers know now
And don't be jealous and mad we doing shit
Cause I don't give a fuck, I'm from the Bad-N-Fluenz clique

[Ant Diddley Dog:]
You wanna follow in my footsteps, well put on your gangsta hat
Burn the sack, and don't be ashamed to mack
I'm bout to tell you how a true player has to be
The shit comes naturally, so hoes quit asking me
I never listened and used to cuss in back of the church
?Bracking the Max? is my birth, packing a gat on the turf
Ready to drop any sucker on contact
You can't keep me calm, black, so pass me the bomb sack
And watch me extend with a grin to another place
I live on the edge and the Feds and the brothers space
But ain't no stopping this fool, I'm on a rampage
Breaks out in a damn rage, so don't try to stand, break
Sit in the range, you'll get maimed, I don't fight fair
Strike with a mic, in a psyche is a nightmare
And I'm always using my dick cause I'm slick with a fly bitch
And Rappin' ass Ron is my psychopath sidekick
Two hardhead niggas, yeah we advocate violence
Talking shit to the world cause we don't have to stay silent
Steady searching for a bad plan, thinking like a mad man
Your crew think they tight, but when I come they a sad clan
So fuck it, I'm always causing ruckus
Whoever wanna disagree thenn grab my dick and suck it
Diddley is always doing shit, distructive and I ruin shit
You stepping, pack your weapon fucking with the Bad-N-Fluenz clique

[Rappin' Ron:]
Fuck it, it's just another nigga dead
I pulled the trigger and I figure lead, that's when the nigga bled
Bloodshed is what I see in the nighttime
Strange and deranged, I ain't in my right mind
I can't relate, I'm stuck in a dream state
A psychopath, and Diddley Dog is my teammate
Swe we a closer, to Fred and Barney Rubble
So step to Bad-N-Fluenz and you know you in double trouble
Motherfucker, we the Bad-N-Fluenz clique
Some lunatics, and we known to ruin shit
A terrorist, I ain't never been a role model
Nigga I grab the fucking 40 and down the whole bottle
And I don't even like fucking with no alcohol
But I'll snatch a joint, and get smoked out for y'all
Getting lit, never having a fit
On the avenue, having brew, grabbing my dick
And if your clique talking shit, it's your clique I'm a terrorize
The nine to your spine, now your ass is paralyzed
I'm dangerous, and I ain't even mad yet
I drop with couch and watch you bounce like a bad check
Cause I'm a mack that's from 8900, bitch
Rappin' Ron and Diddley Dog and Bad-N-Fluenz ruling shit

[Diddley Dog:]
Fool don't understand all the shit that goes on up in this nigga's head
From the hood come if you would but you might end up dead
See these sick-ass Oakland streets done turned me out
Surviving and making cash is what it's about
Some people ask me why I commit crimes ?there em? a scratch
But I'm black and I'm trapped and I can't turn back
I was raised as a cruel kid
Because the streets taught me more than these fake-ass schools did
I tried the education system but I dropped it
So now I'm in the goddamn game and can't stop it
And I'm a motherfucking threat to authority
Make the police sweat when they check this wreckless minority
You want more of me, come to Oakland, that's where I be at
Selling dope with my folks, come close and see I react
Hard niggas addicted to dirty money, fast cars, and fine hoes
On the drink every day like winos
And sometimes I be slipping up off the blunt
So I packs a pump for the punks who wanna try for their stunt
Cause I would never tell a hoe how I make my green
I cut my cream on an un so I can't be seen
And then I bump up on the block and knock after knock
Watch the cop jock as I create a be a hot spot
Pushing slugs just to make it
I'm in the game and it's real and a nigga can't fake it
I know it's sad what I'm doing
And I don't give a fuck, I'm Ant Diddley Dog and I'm a Bad-N-Fluenz

Nigga you think you got the shit in?
You gotta get in where you fit in, bitch
Motherfucker, you outta pocket, punk-ass bitch
Swoll-ass motherfucker, you can't fuck with the crew, nigga
You need to get in where you fit in
You stupid-ass bitch

 

[fox69]

"Get It"

"Get It"


I think you got it baby, you so erotic baby
That freaky shit you doin, don't stop it baby
I like your style girl, you kinda wild girl
When you hit that stage and turn 'em out girl
Make that ass shake, make his ass pay
Make the niggaz in the club wanna masturbate
Pretend you suckin his dick
Fuckin a trick, make him bust a nut in this bitch!
Take all his cash love, take his last dub
He better go home broke, and get his ass up
On to the next trick, he's sayin let's split
You wanna buy a dream? We sellin sex bitch!
Let him holla while he pulls on his collar
Nigga might have some fun in somethin cool's in his wallet
Just keep hustlin and make a stack
Cause if he spendin motherfucker can't take it back
Now get it

[Chorus:]
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get that money girl
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, break his ass girl
That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right
That's right, that's right, get it all from him
Take it, take it, take it, take it
Take it, take it, take his money girl

I like to long-dick it, ain't nuttin wrong with it
And with your fast nasty ass, girl you gon' get it
Mo' skills than you EVER need
From the flats to the Hills in Beverly
Fo' sho', she's a P-R-O
Five-oh on the low wanna freak my hoe
... it's just another day on mine
They can't hold me down, cause I stay on the grind
I'm self-made, I'm gettin money hella ways
And I keep a bitch to help pay
A lot of girls have a sugardad
I ain't mad, is it good or bad?
Just make that mo-ney - even on Sun-day
You'll get it right one day
And next time some real ballers come through
They be spendin all their money on you
Now get it

[Chorus]

Damn girl, you look good right now
Ain't seen you in a while, you know we should ride out
I think about you in the mornin when I'm not witchu
Flashin back last time that I got witchu
Let them other niggaz masturbate and dream about you
I never give that ass a break, I'm in and out you
And on you, when you need someone to fuck you, call me
I'd love to, cause all week, I've been with this tall freak
I know she rank top notch bitch
She got it all, ridin in a drop-top bitch
I'm Short Dawg, them haters can't block my shit
Cause they love what you do with that hot twat bitch
Now get it

[Chorus]

Get it

 

[fox69]

"Get Off The Stage"

"Get Off The Stage"


[Too $hort]
I'm tryin' to do a show, I don't even know
Most of these niggaz, I came with some hoes
Hell nah they don't know me, askin' is he with us
Back in the day groupies was always bitches
Just throw 'em all 'cause you can't warn 'em
Why you wanna be on stage with me? You ain't performin'
I don't come to your job, tryin' to flip your burgers
I can handle this crowd, I don't need your service
You wanna be my dancer, you must be trippin'
If you ain't got big titties, why you up here strippin'?
You better take that shit back where you came from
Throw it up nigga... go 'head, bang on me
Just get off the stage

[Chorus]
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage

[Too $hort]
You wanna hug me, and take pictures
Talkin' bout you love me, I like bitches
You jumpin' round like we rehearsed this
When I called the girls to the stage you was the first bitch
All in my ear, askin' bout a after party
I'm tryin' to do a show man, back up off me
Security shouldn't even get paid
I watched 'em push the ladies back and let these niggaz on the stage
They'll tell you tomorrow, exactly how it happened
They was all on stage with me, while I was rappin'
Gave me women and weed, then we dipped to the pad
But all that really happened was they made me look bad
Get off the stage bitch

[Chorus]
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage

[Too $hort]
When all the rappers come to town you wanna stand next to 'em
What you swingin' on his nuts for man, what you doin'?
Go back in the crowd, and stand with your homies
I got niggaz out there and damn you don't even know me
At first, you was just chillin' on the side
Now you next to me, you must be feelin' alright
I don't lip sing, everything I do is live
Your name is Too $hort? Then motherfucker who am I?
Why you celebratin'? Raisin' both your arms
You gon' help later? You ain't makin' no songs
You ain't the manager, on the turntables
You don't dance for the group and you don't work for the label
Get off the fuckin' stage bitch

[Chorus]
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage

 

[fox69]

"Get That Cheese"
(feat. Greedy Mac and Roger Troutman, Jr.)

"Get That Cheese"
(feat. Greedy Mac and Roger Troutman, Jr.)



[Too $hort:] It's payday!
[$ + Roger:] Get, that, cheese!
[Roger Jr.][vocoder sounds] We gotta
[$ + Roger:] Get, that, cheese!
[Roger Jr.][vocoder sounds] We gotta
[$ + Roger:] Get, that, cheese!
[Roger Jr.][vocoder sounds] Just
[$ + Roger:] Get, that, cheese!

Now when you dreamin, it might not be real
But when you're all alone, that's how you feel
Do what you want, you just need a plan
Little money and a car, you could be the man
Cause havin money's what you're 'sposed to do
Spend some, then people start to notice you
Get all the things that you wish you had
Now all that little stuff don't get you mad
And once you get your foot in the door
Don't start actin like you can't look for more
There's always more money to be made
It's not everything, I know you wanna be paid
You should write it down and do the math
Anything in the world is what you can have
So listen to your potnah $hort
Get your money young man, you ain't gotta be broke, just

[Chorus - Too $hort + Greedy Mac:]
[$ + R + GM:] Get, that, cheese!
[Greedy Mac:] While you standin on the wall, and you wishin you can ball
[$ + R + GM:] Get, that, cheese!
[Greedy Mac:] While you standin on the wall, and you wishin you can ball
[$ + R + GM:] Get, that, cheese!
[Greedy Mac:] While you bumpin in yo Cadillac, pockets always stayin fat
[$ + R + GM:] Get, that, cheese!
[Greedy Mac:] While you bumpin in yo Cadillac, sippin on yo' Cognac

Now grab a freak, smoke some weed
And kick it all night with this funky-ass beat
It's been a long day, gotta stay on the grind
Up early, hustle for a long time
You want big dough? You wanna get mo'?
You want a Cadillac truck and a six-fo'?
I tell all the little homies havin money in the ghetto
One day you gotta let go, but don't settle
For just hangin on the corner broke
Fiendin for a hit of what you wanna smoke, on that dope
Free yo' mind if it's trapped in the streets
But don't starve; you know us macks have to eat
I don't care if they don't like me
Just left the bank and I'm rollin up some light green
Now hold on to your dreams for me
Cause life ain't always what it seems to be, you gotta

[Chorus]

(Is that Too $hort?) Baby yeah I'm back, it's on
You never woulda thought I could last this long
I don't associate with non-believers
If my girl keeps me naggin me then I'ma leave her
Cause I worked too hard for way too long
To get what I got and I'm way too strong
In yo' lifetime, if you don't get yours
Can't do no ballin like yo' nigga $hort
But once you on a roll, they can't stop it
Receivin checks, makin bank deposits
And that's just the way it is
Don't come around me if you're negative
I'm the player of the year, there is no other
I buy a mansion fo' my mother
See me ridin with the top down
I need some mo' money, can't stop now, I gotta

[Chorus]

[ad libs by Roger and others to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Get Ya Money"

"Get Ya Money"


[Intro]
You gon' be a star baby, no doubt about it
They love you - listen to 'em, look at 'em
They want yo' fine ass girl
I like the way you do that dance baby
I'ma show you how to get up there
and get yo' money though, I'ma show you how to get it

When I snap my finger man, girls start jinglin
I see 'em swingin and, I stick my finger in it
What you brang wit it? Big booty lean wit it
In between it, guess who I seen in it?
It was me in the mirror fuckin doggy style
It was her on my dick goin hella wild
I snap for this; I snap for that
I don't want the bitch, you can have her back
Cause all I wanna do is just make some cash
And all she wanna do is just, shake some ass
One snap {SNAP} I got it like that
When I'm in the house I have 'em droppin that cat
Down to the flo', she's a pro
You wanna hit the V.I.P.? We can go
If you tryin to get a nigga, to give you some money
then get butt naked, and dance for me!

[Chorus]
So you wanna shake that ass girl?
Put a tax on that money maker
Make them pay a pretty penny for it
and keep them low while they checkin for ya (get ya money)
I put a tax on it, put a tax on it
Put a tax on that money maker
Put a tax on it, put a tax on it
Put a tax on that money maker (get ya money girl)

You look dangerous baby, don't hurt nothin
Do that dance girl, shake it like it's worth somethin
Who said you ain't shit? I don't feel him
If you asked me, the pussy's worth millions
You can even get famous with 'em
Get a loan from the bank like Jenna Jameson
She used to strip at the strip club
and now the bitch is rich as fuck
... I guess you not a hustler
These other bitches out here, ballin like a motherfucker
You still fallin for them suckers huh?
Them niggaz paid, and you don't want nuttin from 'em
Don't be scared! He ain't tough
Just shake that ass like you goin bankrupt
Your momma used to throw it like that
You bounce that booty hoe and don't hold back

[Chorus w/ Too $hort ad libs]

You got a pussy and you broke?!
You try to dance naked, they say what you do it fo'?
You tried to strip, it didn't work
Cause you still ain't got no motherfuckin money in yo' purse
Now some of us we don't know who we are
You're not a stripper, you a movie star (porno)
You like the hustle, always workin hard
Why you ridin that cab, you cain't afford a car?
Yo' nigga's paid but you don't touch no cash
Cause all he wanna do is just fuck yo' ass
You can't even USE his car
You be waitin on that nigga when they close the bar
And if he don't pick you up, you've gotta call a cab
and get a motel room, it's not - all that bad
Cause one day you might be able, to ball at last
when you figure out what to do with all that ass!!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Gettin' It"
(feat. Parliament Funkadelic)

"Gettin' It"
(feat. Parliament Funkadelic)



That's right, album number ten, Short Dawg's in the house
It's gettin close to the end y'all
But we gonna kick it like this on the last album

[Too $hort:]
Now let me holler at ya partner, spit this game
In you ear for a minute, quit complaining
Bout how you can't spend it cause you ain't got it
You got what it takes but not enough to get started
I hope you get the message, no it's not a test it's
Just me ridin legit, they can't arrest me or bust me
I'm still hungry, I want some more stuff
Get fat and watch my whole crew blow up
So get yours, and buy my new album
Peep the game and don't be like Calvin
Get everything you want, get real, get you mail
Get your girl to make bail and get your ass out of jail
You should be gettin it, everything you want
Everything you dreamed of, never have to front
You shoulf be gettin it, gettin money
I'm talking bout you black, don't laugh it aint funny
You should get a good lawyer, like Johnny Cochran
Swear to tell the truth, hell no I didn't pop him
Get your kids in school, so they can get an education
Get a degree, and take a vacation
You see I got all my game from the streets of California
Young millionaire with no high school diploma
Livin real good, taking care of my folks
Roll up a fat one for the players to smoke
Short Dawg in the house, I know you aint trippin
Cause Life is Too $hort you gotta Get In Where You Fit In
Stop looking for what you never seem to find
It ain't what you think you got to read between the lines
Cause life ain't long, for a young black man
Tryin to make money doing all he can
Sellin dope don't ya hope he would go to classB
But the boy makes money and he makes it fast
With the twenties on top and the fifties on the bottom
I fuck the top notches oh yes we got em
It's been a long time since I first got down
But I still keep makin these funky sounds
Get your money man
Get yours

[Chorus (P-Funk):]
You should be gettin it
Get it while the gettin is good, get it while you can
You should be gettin it
Get it while the gettin is good (repeat as necessary)

[Too $hort:]
I know you tired of being broke just hanging out
You gotta lot a dreams but you can't get out
The first thing you need to do is set your self some goals
Think positive, everything else is old
And work hard, never stop hustlin
Cause they just love to see the black man strugglin
(So what are you saying Todd?)
It's time to come up, put your dollar bills in the air
He said meet me at the White House and I was there
Cause I'm one in a million, black man rising
They wanna keep me down but I always surprise em
Spend my money in the hood, I know it's all good
And you should do the same I told you peep the game
Too $hort, you know I'm the man
I lend my brother a hand cause I know I can
I keep going and goin but I'm not the pink bunny
I'm not beatin on a drum I never stop thinkin money
I'm gettin all I can if you don't ya slip
I can't wait to get to heaven just to have a grip
When I was broke, I couldn't afford a meal
But now I'm now rich I can't be fake I gots to keep it real
It's been a long time baby since I first got down
But it still keep making these funky sounds

[Chorus]

(I earned my respect in the street
The ghetto's been good to me
I'm never going to turn my back
The true and living so I got to kick the facts)

 

[fox69]

"Girl"

"Girl"


Girl, Girl, Girl
That's your life
Girl
Smoking that glass pipe

I come from the city of dope
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
Coz the base head lyric sees the light
Two fat raps to the head last night
Cocaine Cocaine, is that your rap
Every day and night its coming back
C-O-C-A-I-N-E
The rich man's high what it used to be
But things looking different in eighty-five
Cocaine, cocaine is that your high
Since age thirteen what have I seen
A lotto of base heads straight coke fiends
Snorting, puffing, that's the life
But it's all over when you hit that pipe
Big coke dealers on the knock
All smoked up with no more rocks
Base heads buy, coke from him
But he smokes more than all of them
The big coke man, ain't too cool
He smokes more than all you fools
He's gotta a lotta do, but not a lotta bank
A brand new car with an empty tank
Pretty white smoke all in his chest
And a 84 Benz, reposessed

Girl, that's your life
Girl smoking that glass pipe

Fresh young tender only fifteen
Walking on a strip just wanna be seen
Never touch coke a day in her life
But now that girl's gotta have her pipe
Coz she met a man his name was jock
Do it to her a good and he smoked a rock
Put it in her joint all crunched up
And now everyday she takes a puff

Girl, that's your life
Girl smoking that glass pipe

I know you know what coke can do
Come into your life and take over you
Now you kicking back thinking bout your dream
But it never comes true coz you're just a coke fiend
You asked your woman what's the prob
She said its you coz you don't do your job
Used to make good love from the start
But now coke had done damage to your private parts

Girl, that's your life
Girl smoking that glass pipe

Your mind is gone your brain is blazed
You've been wide awake for the last three days
Inhale, exhale you don't care
coke smoke only no fresh air
You can't even talk you don't wanna listen
You and your body on that cocaine mission
Three days straight where's your mind
It's gonna out of town and your brain is fried
Just smoke and choke until you're broke
Just smoke that coke until you croke
And it would be, I can't lie
No great loss if you should die
Coz your life is wrecked, you girl is checked
She chose on my and I was set
I took her home to make my move
But she wanted to base she was just like you

 

[fox69]

"Giving Up The Funk"
(feat. Ant Banks, MC Breed)

"Giving Up The Funk"
(feat. Ant Banks, MC Breed)



[MC Breed:]
Hell yeah
We got Ant Banks in the house, Peewee in the house, Goldie in the house
And we damn sure got Short Dawg in the house
And I am the forever lastin Breed hahaha

[Chorus:]
Ohhhh, givin up the funk [2x]

[Short Dawg:]
Now I'm about to get with this funk shit
And talk real bad to a punk bitch
Cause I'm that nigga she'll dream about
Stickin my dick all in her mouth
Cause that pussy don't last and i'm on the hunt
Bitches like that is all I want
But you playin that roll and can't say why
Bitch get wit it lets fuck tonight
It ain't cool, don't come with that shit
I'll fuck that fat ass from the back bitch
Tappin that ass like Gregory Hines
You can have this dick, but them legs is mine
Bitch, the pimp game is the motto
I'll put you in the back of my El Dorado
Make that money so the story goes
Ride that bitch like a set of vols
Dip in dip out of that traffic jam
Freaky little bitch gotta have it man
She like to get that money from all you tricks
Shit sound better than Parliament
I heard you was a hoe
Where's ya pimp?
Bitch chose me and quit fuckin with him
Old once a month funky cock bleedin bitch
Can't do shit except make me rich
Yep

[Chorus]

[Peewee:]
You love to fuck around for free
But now you fuckin round with Peewee
And being fine just ain't enough hoe you's a diamond in the rough
So I'm sendin yo ass to D.C.
Get me some cash to get my ?indica?
Make my cd's, you tossin senators
You can't get crossed up with the pd's
They payin a cost to get g'd
You got frost on your knees
Fuckin and suckin them d's
They usually be havin you cheesin
I got the hook up for suckers
Skeezin for fees and you just send me them duckets
I'm buying beatin disease
You tellim me what you want bitch
You givin up the funk
But you gotta pay a lump
To this nigga name Peewee
From the R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D
Bitch you can't hang with me cause yo ass is scandalous
Bitch fuck it damn, that's the end
These bitches want these inches off the dick, cause I'm with the Dangerous
Crew
Motherfucker you's a punk and I can't hang with you

[Ant Banks:]
Yo, be comin straight out the pussy
Holdin my nut sack, quick let me bust that rap
How hoes get cussed at
Rashy, you was a warthog, now you's a muskrat
So tramp, I ?? your tramp to much bleedin
Tryin to pursue me, screw me do me
Wanted to do me, started to chew me, then she blew me
Ya'll stay off my level six
You can't proceed I'm like a rebel kid
Makin the devil get
Mad, when the bass and treble hit
So wise up
Keepin yo eyes up
I'm lookin for bitches and bitches to size up
I bust one and thumps one
I bust two and rise up
I'm ready to slide my dick in something hot as wet as you
I bet its you
I'm with the Dangerous Crew, so let us through
Give up the pussy, give up the head
Drop yo panties and rub your clit
Do the splits, rub your tits
Yeah, I like the freaky shit
So give it up to me straggla
Fuck the cheese and bragger
Before I knock her out, beat her down and drag her
Cause niggas be takin the pussy
Just give it up to me bitch
Don't fight it
The last bitch that tried it, don't fight it
I'm just like a bloodhound
You lick my balls and give me a rub down
You want me to eat your pussy, but you stank bitch
Go scrub down
I get up inside the pussy, spend my day in it
Lay in it, play in it
Wake up and go to sleep and still stay in it
Imagine my dick's the basketball
Yo pussy is the basket
I'm a dunk, smell the room you stank bitch
Cause you gave up the funk

[Chorus]

[M.C. Breed:]
Now as I slde on this track, I won't be dissin no bitches
I'll just be clockin my riches
Now bare witness as I spit this
Shit that give you the mumps, cause it bumps so tremendously
And niggas be knowin they flowin up tigh as they pretend to be
Some shit that they ain't
Some niggas front, but I can't
I'm sippin tough on the drink
And makin barrels of bank
Yeah, so niggas save that punk shit
I'm comin with that funk shit
See that's how i was raised and my real niggas want this
So nut up or keep walkin
And shut the fuck up when grown folks is talkin nigga
Before you get your back broke
Now what you wanna fuck with a Oakland city mack for?
The place you can trip on
Where the niggas be mackin, stealin, killin and pimpin to get they crip on
And take it to the next phase
We goin city to city, leavin hoes in a daze
That's why they call me bad ass
Cause I be puttin boogers on bitches and fartin loud with my fat ass
But yo, I gets paid for that
And its a fact I was strictly just made to mack
So what the fuck you know about me
A loked out, funky ass pimpin OG
Fool, you can open your eyes but you can't see
I just gave up the funk, now I'm O-U-T

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Good Life"

"Good Life"


Yeah, we balling baby
(As we proceed to give you what we need) thats right
Oh you dont know, we gonna tell you how it is

When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life

YOu thought it was a fad, you really cant understand rap
How these young playas come up and live fat
Big houses, cars, watch the homies bubble
Do a lot of good but cant stay out of trouble
?? cause hes the president, he bought a lot of stuff you could never get
Take us to the game you wanna see my bus,
But all the little kids wanna be like us
When they get home, and turn the TV on,
Its Too $hort baby on the microphone
I see a lot of styles when im watching videos
Looking at the backround talking at the hoes
Then they R and B cats incorporated rap into their program
(What happened to the slow jams)
We dropping platinum, numba one, bitch, thats how its done

When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life

Lil homie went to school everyday, knew what he wanted
Wa'nt trying to be a thug wa'nt trying to get blunted
It was all a dream, but theres certain things
You gotta do, like do good in school
His best friend wouldnt listen didnt make good grades
Coach kicked him off the team wouldnt let 'em play
So he stopped going to school and started hangin with some g's
Drinkin beer and smoking weed
Two years later one went to college quick he got a basketball scholarship
His homeboy was in the hood one day got arrested
Took him to the pen they say he got molested
Jealous cause his old friend took the right path
Watching ESPN I saw him in the draft
Now he got a V-12 sittin on dubs, thats how it is when ya what

When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life

She used to be a nerd on the honor roll
A four eye conesour, books kinda short on looks
A latch key kid, best friend was her computer
In high school nobody wanted to do her
When she graduated from college she got paid
Got a good job, now she got it made
Gots some contacts, and let her hair down
She gots the legs and the walk that'll make you stare her down
You betta get youre shit together you running out of time
Something on your mind, you need to stop lyin'
You aint balling like her you cant get into the party
Out in beverly hills trying flip a ferrari
Butcha credit aint cool and you got declined
He said "Youre welcome" and "But to come back anytime"
But me, im spending cash for this bitch
And thats just the way it is

When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life