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1. _ We Do This
[short dawg]
I do it like the best of the greatest, not the worst
Like welfare day, can't stop the first of the month
Can't stop short dawg neither
Got a good hoe niggaz sure better keep her
Cause i'm on the prowl, all the time
Tryin knock every bitch so they all be mine
And i ain't never, ever gone change my ways
Drop a few lines, leave a bitch in a daze
Have her homegirls wonderin what she do
Fucked around and gave me that pussy too
I be doin this shit on a regular basis
Got bitches everywhere in all kind of places
I can pull out my little black phone book
Flip every last page take a long look
Than pull out a bitch, like a rabbit out a hat
Nigga if i want, i can have it like that
Fuck two or three bitches at the same time
Grab the microphone sing my rhyme
About them same three bitches that fucked me good
Us niggas gotta do what the fuck we should when we want to
I might pass it
So get butt naked, shake that ass bitch
I'm bout as real as the stones in my diamond rings
You can hate my guts, but i'm gone do these things, bitch
[mc breed]
Ahhh why have a nine, when i can have a ten
Lickin up the nuts, while i'm gone holler at her friend
Bitch, ain't no time for me to teach her
Rather have an everyday hoe, that umm knows how to treat a nigga
Thinkin if she ain't lickin me up
I'm givin her to short, cause he don't give a fuck
Do yourself a favor and quit callin my house
If you really don't want this nigga to put this dick in your mouth
Umm, have you seen my bitch?
I ain't seen her, but if i do she gets dick
That's what i'm givin her just like that
To the front and back, nothing but the bozack
The second she get lonely, feelin she can get her money
And she run to fuck her own ignorant homey
You a lost cause, yellin pause when they drop the draws
Its's entrapment, have yo nigga breakin nigga laws
But it ain't a matter of mentality, it's reality
Open your eyes, realize bitches ain't nothin but a casuality
But a factor to a nigga wanting fuckin time
She's just an everday, don't wanna catch a fuckin ?mime?
Bitch ain't lieing, so i thought you knew this
Bitch this is how i do this
[short dawg]
You can call eight ball in the corner when you shootin pool
But when you play the game of life, ain't no stupid rules
Gotta go for yours at all times
Cause if you don't, nigga yours will be mine
And i won't go to bed early, won't sleep too late
And i'll never take a punk ass bitch on a date
They say too short baby why you talk so bad?
Just a player ass nigga and that's all i rap about
Bitches, hoes and all that shit
She got my number, if she beep me i might call the bitch
And go diggin in them guts like a gardener
If she starts screamin, i'm gone fuck the hoe harder
Just havin fun with the bitch, as she sprung on my dick
Guess i'll pull it out and just cum on the bitch
And from new year's day to new year's eve
And everyday in between i will do these things, i won't stop bitch
[mc breed]
I like to go to the club mix and mingle
Nigga plays his dick like a 12 inch single
Yeah, so what you bitches wanna do?
Step to me you gots to do my crew, first
When i rehearse i change rearrange
My mentality will bring you to reality
You on me like cologne 'til now
I feel it's time for us to bone so i
Look and pimp the background
Look, listen put the bitch on lockdown
See you hangin out with me tonight
Everythings alright, but a nigga wanna fight
Damn, that's a real player hater for ya
Fuck it, i'll be waitin for ya
[father dom]
I'm droppin lines like a mother fuckin pimp at this shit
I'm gettin hoes out they clothes cause i'm good at this shit
They callin me the pussy jammer cause i'm breakin hoes off
See i'm paid to be boss, i'm kickin back at no cost
Never slackin, just mackin, money stackin that's my motto
With so much game they want to play me like the lotto
Tip the bottle, now i'm drunk as a skunk
High off the dank, but i can't front
See i'm never being senile
See i'm smooth as a nail on a fingernail file
Keepin it wild, but in the meanwhile we the coolest
Sure enough this how we do this
[2pac]
I'm fingerfuckin with my
Now they peepin how a nigga climb on the chart
Ain't fear in my heart, i represent it from the start
Deep, my momma raised me as a g from birth
Be a hustlin motherfucker 'til i sees my hearse
No doubt, i bust a shot for all my niggaz in jail
All the young black males, that got slang yell
Cause its a hard life nigga only thugs survive
Ain't no love, unless a nigga slangin drugs or high
Conversations with these bitches on my mobil
Always in control and never let these bitches know ya
And even though i'm gettin high, a thug nigga gettin by
Catchin bitches spittin lies, i'm gettin mine
All day, i puff a blunt and parlay and sometimes if we party
Gettin my dick licked twice
And death to a trick's life, we can pursue this 'til my shit's right
Went from havin fantasies, to havin hoes leave they man for me
There is no realer man than me
The city of oaktown laced me with my first case
When them punk police tried to break me
Didn't think the shit was cute, so i got a lawsuit
And made them punk police buy my coupe
This is how we do this
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2. _ Game
Intro
*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?
[$hort] yeah nigga, just like we use to do it!
[fred b] well check this out
Game! is the shit
Like what? a rat-haired bitch
Verse 1: old school freddy b
I was sittin at my home, all alone
Thinkin 'bout bitches i use to bone
Tight young bitches, i can't deny
Rat-haired bitches, i can't lie
The bitch had body is all i know
Only 18 but looked twenty-fo'
Her name was bitch, class of '92
Skyline high and the shit was cool
Took her to my house, moms was gone
Turned off the light, unplugged the phone
The bitch said "fred, i hearda you
Anything you want, i will do"
I dropped my drawers, dick all swoll
She couldn't believe the position was pole
In and out, out and in
I used the bitch like a atm
G'd the bitch like the one and only
Bust two nuts and called her phony
She couldn't believe what i said
The next thing you know she was on my head
Suckin the dick like it's suppose to be done
Rat-haired bitch make me cum
Freddy b that's the name
Rat-haired bitches, i got game
[$hort] cos game
[fred b] that's the shit
[$hort] like what? (like what?)
[fred b] a nasty bitch
Verse 2: short dawg
I like to fuck a nasty bitch
Witta big fat ass and shit
First lay, dick gettin sucked
Bitch don't give a fuck
Cos real players run that game
When i fuck that bitch she won't be the same
Cos when short dawg run up in it
Fuck a bitch for about 30 minutes
Real player-like, straight to the point
Bust a nut while i'm smokin a joint
Stop fuckin, still smokin
Lay my dick on her lips, say "open!"
Ain't nuttin like a nasty bitch
Acting all fast and shit
Bitch just love to flirt
When i see her at the club, i'll be puttin in work
Feelin on her ass at the bar
Let's get a room, girl it ain't too far
On the way, y'know what happened?
She sucked my dick while i was rappin
I just couldn't resist
I couldn't hold back, i said "beeyatch!"
[fred b] game!
[$hort] all i do is stack
[fred b] like what?
[$hort] a motherfuckin mack!
Verse 3: old school freddy b
My copue deville is all white
Yes bitch, it's hella tight
Crush blue velvet, gameless game
White on white wit tha gold thangs
Bounce tp the spot, check my crap
Wash, wax, straight on fat
The bass on heat everytime i ride
A long haired bitch on the passenger side
Mackin on the cellular phone
I can't be stopped, 50 g's strong
Fred benz, freddy b
Oaktown, a bitch don't sleep
A motherfuckin mack that's what i am
Taxin a bitch like uncle sam
She pays the tax, fred benz' the pimp
16 g's put the bitch in
No ordinary game, just give it and take
East oakland can't be fake
I slapped the bitch, the money was short
Macked on the bitch and now she knows
Fred benz baby, the game is fat
Ask these bitches, i'm a mack
[$hort] game!
[fred b] is like ridin vogues
[$hort] like what?
[fred b] breakin hos
Verse 4: short dawg
Breakin hos day and night
They call me shorty the pimp, my game is tight
I never do give hos slack
I'm like fred benz, i'ma mack
So bitch break yourself
I'm an oaktown nigga, i'll take your wealth
Cos that's what i was raised to do
Break these bitches, get payed fool
Y'know short dawg ain't afraid and hurt
Any bitch i get, you can't take her
Cos the game is fool-proof
Bet'cha momma say i'm tellin ya true
So won't you pay the man
Hundred dollar bills all in my hand
While i break you bitches
Tell a story 'bout ridin with bitches
'bout these pimp ass niggas from the o
We know just what to do with a ho
Take her where the tricks get laid
Where the hos get paid
You need a pimp, bitch give me a call
I drop the top in my el dawg
[$hort] cos game
[fred b] it's the shit
[$hort] like what?
[fred b] like a bitch
Outro
[fred b] ai, short dawg?
[$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!
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3. _ Don't Fuck For Free
-yeah, you know
-we in the house
-this the last motherfuckin song we gone do on this album ya'll
-ain't no need in wasting the beat, shit funky than a motherfucker
-we gone spit that game to ya'll
-and i'm gone tell you one time and one time only
-don't fuck for free
-don't fuck for free, i'm tellin ya
-cause when you do, you gets nathan
-nothing, not a got damn dime for your time bitch
-so ahh, ya gone let me spit this, can i do it?
-short dawg gone spit a little something to ya, check it out
I've been mackin these bitches all my life
And not once have i thought about havin a wife
Short dawg in the house, once again
The one you couldn't get with, so i fucked your friend
Cause i'm a mack, doin what a mack should do
I just scratch, just to make a rap or two
You got to ?? to live, than lay up with me
Can't go to streets, lay up with me
Cause i'm a fuck all night, til i turn you out
If the pussy get dry bitch, work ya mouth
I get a ??? city hoe and take her cash
I break her old funky ass
It ain't nothin like a player from the o
Lettin you know i'm a pimp you a hoe
Nasty ass bitches, wanna fuck with me
I need money, and sort don't fuck for free
Chorus:
My nigga don't fuck for free
You gotta have money for the d-o-g
Us bitches we don't fuck for free
You got to have money to get this pussy
P to the i
M to the p
Niggas in my crew don't fuck for free
P to the i
M to the p
Short dawg baby don't fuck for free
I ain't nothin like mike, i don't play the court
I play bitches, don't you wanna be like short
First off, i never would trick you hoes
You work hard for my money that i get from shows
And some even ask about my rolex
Bitch this came from my platinum checks
So break yourself and drop to your knees
I'd rather have ya mop cause you might have fleas
And even mangie mutts love to fuck
They ain't scared to make a buck
So bust a nut bitch
??? the next one fuckin with me
Cause if you be with me, i'll have ya workin the streets
Short dawg
Their ain't no love involved
Do that old ?? shit, and lick my balls
Don't pause cause ya niggas wish you was me
But to be like short, you don't fuck for free
Chorus:
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4. _ Top Down
Too short:
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper too short, the triple x
Run up in the pussy, rub the nipple next
Bitch, which is worse?
My bark or my bite
You heard about me
And now i'm fucking you from dark to the light
You must of thought i got nicer
Talking about heiser
I'm an old dogg and old dogg's get wiser
Caught up in the game, got ya thinking while your doing this
You never did this, sucking on a big dick
What bitch? you better check the size, and recognize
When i'm between your thighs
Shit, i get hard from the sound of a kidrum
Riding down the strip with your diamonds and ??
Shiny bald head catching sun rays
Smashing down the strip going backwards down runways
Four eighteens with the zues and the zapto
Sounding like i'm riding out a concert at a rap show
Hit a back street and put the top up
Stopped at the light see some hoes watch 'em jock us
I'm so roll with my electric top
Hit a button, ain't gotta get out, fuck with nuthin
Let the top just fold up and lay down
Slamming hard passing by the schools and the playgrounds
Everybody knows when short's in town
Cause i keep the beats thumping hella-hard with my top down
(whisper) drop the top
(whisper) just drop the top
(short) we call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top
(short) we call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top
Nine albums out, ain't changed my talk
A thousands hoes walked on i'm still a dogg
Ain't changed nuthing but the hoe that i'm fucking
Still riding through the hood all the homies say "was ??"
Give me my props cause i always rock
And i still gets cock when the fine hoes jock
Still smoking indo getting burned out
Still got the orange juice bottle full of gin 'bout to turn out
A show
A hoe smashed back to the o
Put them bitches on my beeper then pull some mo'
Cause i bump more hoes than acme
I guess you bitch can't learn that you just can't mack me
I'm off of gin and juice
Don't even introduce
If you ain't fucking back up cause i'm free to choose
I want some pussy that could make write a freaky tale
Drawls back, bootie cracks, bitch in a hotel
Just to say you got some too short dick
You wanna show some evidence, don't swallow don't spit
Cause i bust more nuts than a squirel
And my dick been in pussies all around the world
If you had a picture of it and you asked the bitch
Whats this?
I bet you say, "too short dick"
I still taunt the fine hoes and get shot down
I say "bitch", slam the beat
Smash off with my top down
Just riding with my top down
(short) we call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top
(short) we call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top
We rode the ac transit bus
Selling joints for a dollar, smoking angel dust
On the way to a house party
A maybe delux
Slanging too short tapes
Making some bucks
Looking out the window at the mustang and falcon crew
Asking myself "how can you?"
Roll like the giants down the foothill strip
With beats thumping top down bumping a bitch
Shit i had to have drop
Didn't care, if i had a volkswagon
Pick up the beat, had a hoes flaging
Siding with the top down, lit like a lamp
Blowing out the amp, trying to bump a tramp
Most niggers couldn't afford to have a drop top
So they got they shit cut at the chop shop
Couldn't tell niggers nuthin way back then
A lot of niggers died or they went to the pen
Couldn't even see the homie short bubble
Bank get fat and my whole account double
When i walk in a club bitches say "oo god,
Is that you todd?"
Me and my homies just who-ride
And take advantage of a life we never had
Fuck eating cheese sandwiches, broke, living bad
I'm a do it for my homies that's there to lock down
Ride with my beats slamming top down
(whisper) drop the top
(whisper) just drop the top
(short) i got my top down
(whisper) drop the top
(whisper) just drop the top
(short) i'm just rolling with my top down
(short) we call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top
(short) we call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top
(whisper) beyotch
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5. _ Givin Up The Funk
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:(repeat 2x)
Ohhhh, givin up the funk
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
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6. _ Can I Get A Bitch
[ant banks]
Its been a long time kickin this and everybody knows it
Oaktown still in the house, but i suppose its
Time for some more shit
So yo peep the flow bitch and i'll be
The motherfuckin host with the most dick
So now you know it ain't a damn thang changed up
Stayin true to the streets since we came up
So blame us for givin you the game plus
Much bass now the name is just dangerous
So here we go, its time for some new shit
From 94 to 95 we can do this
So nigga just love this with no playa hation
Cause we gets respect all over the nation
Still in this to win this so you can pretend this
Beat this like my dick in yo mouth, until i'm finished
The shit goes on and on and on
But when you gets no promotion
That ass is gone
In the studio all day puttin in work
Hoes didn't give a fuck and man that shit hurts
Used and abused no pain no gain
Sure them hoes tried to play us, but we still in the game
[short dawg]
Still in the game, after all these years
Been bumpin so long i can hardly hear
Still got the same flow that i used to have
You can clown if you want, but don't do it too fast
Cause i'm gone slow it way down, than shoot your ass
And send you wanna be pimps, back to class
Cause ant banks been making these beats too long
You trying to get with these funky songs
But the formulas patented, we ain't havin it
Game is all we spit
Keep on mackin bitch
You can't make it hard
Can't tell a motherfucker how to play this part
Call me short dawg baby of the dangerous crew
Talkin on the mobil ant banks came through
Ridin in a brand new benz
A nigga like that might have a few ends
No shit bitch, stupid hoe
You spent your last 10 years in the studio
We ain't no punks
We can't be played
Still in the game, still gettin paid
You know we got all the hoes
More hoes than swiss cheese nigga
Ant banks you wanna hoe, you wanna bitch?
Chorus:
Well can i get a bitch (bitch)
Nigga can i get a bitch (bitch)
$hort give me a bitch (bitch)
Banks jump yo fat ass in the mix
[ant banks]
Yeah the shit gets hectic, but you gots to accept it
10 years chillin in the game, well respected
But check this, some niggaz don't give a fuck
Never be givin us props, see we don't stop cause we don't give a fuck
We gets paid, so tell me what a nigga know
We hit him low with the bass, than we get more
Number one album, so where the fuck you at?
Doing sit-ups, stay off my dick still tryin to rap
Damn, we never ballin out of control
We open doors for the motherfuckin o
Now lets roll
Everybody up cause we all got to get it
And when you get your motherfuckin chance nigga spit it
So listen to what i'm tellin g, come with the melody
Or keep yo skin tight so you can have longetivity
Like the bad ass, shit i had to earn that name
Some love it some hate it, but i'm still in the game
Chorus
[short dawg]
Young nigga in the fifth grade, stealin cigarettes
At ten years old, he was a real vet
Sellin gold weed, makin money like a star
Wasn't old enough to drive, but i still bought a car
Ten years later, he was sellin coke
Fuck with the nigga he was killin folks
Had to do a couple of niggas or he would've caught the crome
Hopped on the plane, straight got gone
10 years on the run, still in the game
Bounce back through the town ain't nothin change
Caught a murder beef, but the shit was weak
Charges got dropped in less than two weeks
Nigga went through alot, but his bnk is fat
Tried to catch him up with them wiretaps
But that snitch thean told
Its simple and plain
You can clown all you want, but we still in the game
Somebody say bitch (bitch)
Somebody say bitch (bitch)
Somebody say bitch bitch (bitch bitch)
Now let me hear y'all scream (hooo)
Scream (hooo)
Ant banks and short dawg in the house fool and we mackin
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7. _ Sample The Funk
Intro:
Sup?
Short dogg back in the house beeyatch!
And it don't stop to the beat
Ain't no thang but a chicken wing
We gonna do it like this one mo' time
Verse 1:
Straight from oakland, california i'm back again
Short dogg's on the mic 'bout to mack and pimp
We got flavor at the dangerous crew camp
Save ya money, can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you can get bees
Stuck in the back of your throat
Fuckin with a pimp named sir too $hort
We coulda sampled the luke but we didn't
I'd rather treat ya like a ho and start pimpin
When will you other brothers realise?
Can't fuck with my crew better feel your eyes
Cos you must be blind if you can't see
And i'ma say this shit quite frankly
I give a fuck when freestylers step up
I don't do it, tell you 'bout it on the next cut
Cos right now we gotta feel the flow
And make sure we keep it real slow
Just like the motherfuckin dangerous crew
We gettin funky like it's 1972
Still puffin on them zags, dressed like pimps
And axe ohio players once again
Can we sample the funk?
Y'know we don't wanna wear it out
We just wanna lil' piece, y'knowhati'msayin?
We ain't goin loopy, we're goin freaky
We gonna funk it track for track
Dangerous crew style
Ant banks let me flip this one more time
Ya ready?
Verse 2:
All you brand new rappers got a new flow
You ain't samplin james brown no mo'
Probably try to sample cameo
Parliament funkadelic, you scandalous ho
You stole it, ossie brothers, bark kays
Barry white, isaac hayes
Have you heard the term 'sample clearance'?
Start the nigga who wrote it, would never hear it
Now we're suin your ass for sure
Got'cha spendin all ya money cos you need a lawyer
You got problems and ya need ta solve em
Ya shouldn't of sampled wouldn't of had dem problems
If you'd have played your own shit
You wouldn't be broke, you woulda made ya long grip, bitch
But that's irrelevant now, my friend
Cos they done wiped you clean like ant banks' benz
Sittin on some three-piece amg's
Better find you a sample, you ain't playin these
Kinda beats, so funky make your fingers pop
If you can't find a sample you ain't got
Not one damn thing for a nigga to ride to
But i been gettin funky since i was in high school
Growin up in that bootsy's rubber band
In '76, seen a mothership land
Nothin but funk all in your face
I like to slow it way down in ass and bass
Cos that's how we be layin tracks
Just flip the funky rhyme and start sayin raps
Get funky with ant banks, peewee, shorty b
Father d, dope d, tony t
The motherfuckin dangerous crew
And that's the drop from the dime, we'll change the groove
Just to sample the funk
Beeyatch!
That's right, peewee friggin the keyboards
Tony t on the drums, shorty b on the bass
Ant banks on the mixing boards, short dogg on the vocals
Verse 3:
Right now you know the story of too $hort baby
First started rappin in 1980
I got more game than monopoly
Now i'm makin money there ain't nobody stoppin me
Used to be local til i signed with jive, man
Used to like to sample now i'm rollin with live band
Now that i finally did this shit
I'm makin one more album and then i quit
And only one thing could make me say i'm not
And that's one million dollars on the spot
Upfront cash, money, no compromise
No schemes, no scandals, don't front and lie
Just pay the man in full
Thirty years old, torch the bull
Ain't givin shit up but the funk
Let these record companies know what the fuck i want
Cos they been fuckin black folks right from the start
When you sign that line tear your ass apart
For every one you get they gettin five
Niggas gettin paid but it don't seem right
I know where i came from and know where i'm at
And my last two albums don't sound real bad
I'm too $hort baby, i ain't no punk
I'm just askin 'can i sample the funk?'
So can we sample the funk?
Bitch!
Outro:
Yeah, you know what i'm sayin?
I'm talkin to george clinton, bootsy collins
My nigga suga foot and diamond from the ohio players
I'm talkin to james brown
We know where the funk came from
Johnny 'guitar' ????
To all y'all niggas, y'all can sample all you want
Here we go loopty-loo
Cos the dangerous crew goin to get funky like this
Flip it!
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