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1. _ Way Too Real
[too $hort]
Way too real, short dog is just way too real
It's the t double, some call me $hort
I'm in the house once again from the east to the north
You know the west is the best coast
We got the best beats, we bump the best hoes
Living life way too fast
Start snitching and you might not last
It used to be about old pimps and macks
But now we got the young bucks trying to jack
It's a stick up, put your hands up before you get bucked
Got you for your watch, your link, and your green stuff
Everybody wants to be the man
And when you are, you go straight to the pen
Get rich quick schemes off dope fiends
I know you know what i mean
Making big money, living stoned to the bone
Oakland, california is where we roam
Hitting this corner, that corner, everywhere
Bumping fly young tenders with the real big hair
Sassy nasty, young-ass freaks
Wanna ride in my car and feel the beat
We hit the motel, the head was swell
Baby had back like a big ol' whale
She told all her friends i did her, too
She got dogged like scooby doo
Cause in the land of macks we don't play that
You wanna run your mouth, you get pimp-slapped
And you ask me just how i feel
Short dog's living way too real
I'm living way too real, bitch
Short dog in the house
Can't help but live real, you know what i mean?
Tell you some shit, though
Been in the game for about 10 years or more
Talking about shit you never did before
You know my macking is cracking, all of the time
24-7 spitting playboy rhymes
I got a serious grind and it sure ain't fake
You slang d, well i'm a slang a gang of tapes
Something funky fresh for you to ride to, fool
Bending corners in the old school
I seen my homie father dom and he said "what's up?"
Riding in a supersport drunk as fuck
And when you see us, the clique is called "the dangerous crew"
We wouldn't change it for you, cause the game is true
Some say that the dog can't rap
But my bank account will prove that
I make g's, so you can see these nuts, hoe
Or get played like dominoes
I used to fuck a bitch from san jose
Baby liked to freak all kind of ways
She said i was the best, couldn't settle for less
Had my name "short dog" tattooed on her chest
After three months i called it quits
She tried to pop that pregnant shit
But like a mack, i suprised her
Dropped her ass off at kaiser
Never would i let her put a baby on me
I ain't the one, i'm step daddy
I had to let her know just how i feel
I'm living way too real
"don't ever fuck with too $hort" (scratched 4x)
>from city to city, valley to valley
Never seen another state on hit like cali-
Fornia, where the hustlers play
What you wouldn't expect happens everyday
It's the wild wild west i'm speaking about
Where clint eastwood would get socked in the mouth
Cause ain't nobody tripping on ranks or stripes
If you live the life, you gotta pay the price
So many youngsters die over punk shit
Small talk, a lotta dumb shit
And only god knows when you punch the clock
Thought he was bulletproof and got shot
It's either heaven or hell, him or me
Locked in a cell or out on the street
Every day on the ave another brother is killed
For living way too real
[father dom]
Well i'm chilling and i'm willing like a villian i be killing
Coke is it but tonight i got the feeling
Cause it's about time for a real mack to step up
Pimping ain't a thing so i swing on these heifers
Never ever feeling no remorse, of couse
If you try to play me out, i'm a punch you in your mouth
And rin tin i'll watch his chin just splatter
Caught him with an uppercut, there goes his bladder
My rhymes are fatter cause i said so
I'm gonna recollect a neck, mic wreck check a hoe
I'm making more dough than the average joe schmoe
If she's fronting on the pussy then the hoe got to go
Out the back door, don't want to see you no more
You ain't deep throat, so what you come here for?
Cause in the nine-tre ain't no lagging or dragging
Bring your ass over, get prepared for the stabbing
Ain't no doubt that's how i feel
Father dom and the playboy $hort, we're living way too real (echos)
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2. _ Don't Fight The Intro
Say, hoe...yeah! you...
Can i ask you a question?
Can you get in where you fit in, bitch?
Get mad if you want, i won’t front
Cause i got a new tape and it's full of bumps
So roll you raps over they all out-dated
Too $hort, baby, comin' straight x-rated
Oakland funk is all on this tape
You heard seven get ready for eight
That's right, bitch,
$hort said eight of them
Don't belive me?
Start countin' while i name them
Don't stop rappin'
Girl, that's your life
Talkin' about smokin' that glass-pipe
Players?was the wickedest
And that's the realler
But i still came hard on coke-dealers
Raw, uncut & x-rated? ‘born to mack?life is...too $hort?is where i first went platinum
$hort dog's in the house?came next
And $horty the pimp?makes seven, bitch...
And it don't stop to the beat, baby...
Get in where you fit in, bitch!
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3. _ Blowjob Betty
Right about now in the place to be
Too $hort baby
Gettin' real funky with the motherfuckin'
Dangerous crew, bitch, with that old school
Too $hort baby, i'm so hard
Pimpin' these hoes on the boulevard
But i'm not here to tell ya bout me
I got a little story bout a nasty freak
She's the kind of girl you think about in bed
Blowjob betty givin' real good head
Bust a left nut, right nut in her jaw
Sperm on her cheeks is all ya saw
She could blow more head than a whale blows water
Blowjob betty make your dick get harder
She's a one of a kind, a hell of a girl
A trip and a half around the world
Catch her gettin' busy, bitch wouldn't stop
She's the kind of girl that'll make your toes pop
Every time i used to see her, i would know what's up
Blowjob betty better blow me up
I remember the day when i first met her
Bitch kinda loose so i knew i'd get her
Walked up to her said
"my name is $hort, just what you've been lookin' for"
Pimp is my game, i do it the best
Hoe fuck with me, she don't get no rest
Well after that, i g'ed the freak
I used to stop by and fuck about twice a week
And from the very first time i went to her house
Walked in the door and stuck my dick in her mouth
$hort dog'll get bitches anytime i wanna
Got a big dick and lay it right on her tonsils
Only stick it in about half way back
Cause if i put it all in, it bust straight through her neck
Niggas always sayin' how they fucked that bitch
But i'm the only nigga that the bitch made rich
Like any other tramp she loved to fuck
With any motherfucker got nuts to suck
I spit game to the bitch, just like this
Why you runnin' round suckin' all that dick for no money?
It didn't take long to stay true to the game
And get my pimpin' on
But every once in a while you get a stupid hoe
Bitch ain't about money and she'll never know how to get it
Blowjob betty was dumb
A fiend for a fuck and a mouth full of cum
She made money for a minute but she loved the sex
So i cut the bitch loose like a old school 'vette
6 months later, i'm still a pimp, i'm still a player
One night at a club, she was puttin' in work
All you had to do was step up to her
She was in the bathroom sayin' one at a time
Wasn't my bitch but she still was fine
So i went in the back room, seen the bitch
Slapped her on the head, said, "you ready to switch?"
And to the players out there
Instantly, blowjob betty started servin' me
Cause the player i am to the day i'm dead
I was sittin' on the sink gettin' some head
It was all so good and much too true
One young freak and a whole damn crew
But then i shot that fatal nut
Must of knocked that bitch on her butt
She couldn't even breathe, she was holdin' her throat
Me and my homies just hit the door
My homeboy said "$hort don't worry"
But that next day i read this story
A young girl died just last night
She choked on sperm in her windpipe
It was on her face, her neck, and chest
And we're sorry to say there's no suspect
When i saw that my brain clicked
I bust a nut and killed a bitch
It might sound sick, it might be petty
But ya never been sucked by blowjob betty!
Beeyatch!
Yeah hoe, y'all niggas don't know though, that's it
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4. _ I'm A Playa
[i'm a player and i'm playin' jus' the bass]
[i'm a player and i'm playin' jus' the bass]
You see i made up my mind when i was seventeen,
I ain' with no marriage and a weddin' ring,
I be a player fo' life so where's my wife,
Prob'ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe,
'cause she must be smokin' and i'm not jokin'
Too short baby comin' straight from oakland,
Got way mo' bitches than i ever need,
I put that on a big fat bag of weed,
'cause i can give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint,
Bitches ain' shit and now i made my point,
So you can light that weed,
While i spit this rap,
And tell you 'bout a player from way back,
I was only fourteen when i first got my dick sucked,
Now i'm grown up and i really like to bust nuts,
Gittin' freaky in the right situations,
You wanna rap well that's a nice occupation,
To git pussy when you want 'n how you want it foo'
'cause i was fuckin' ugly hoes back in high schoo'
I used to fuck young-ass hoes,
Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes,
Now i fuck top notch bitches,
Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches,
'bout a pimp named shorty from the oakland set,
Been mackin' fo' years 'n ain't fell of yet,
So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy,
Throw a peace sign and say hey pimp daddy!
'cause i never would fron' on my folks,
I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes,
Bitches come a dime a dozen,
So don't get mad when i fuck your cousin,
Your two sisters, i even fuck your ex-bitch,
Short dog in the house with some player shit...
[i'm a player and i'm playin' jus' the bass]
[i'm a player and i'm playin' jus' the bass]
[i'm a player and i'm playin' jus' the bass]
[i'm a player and i'm playin' jus' the bass]
All the fake players peep game from the real,
Player hatin' lover tell me how do ya feel,
When you front to the homies how you grind 'em,
Look fo' a tramp, but you can't find 'em,
You got one girlfriend you see her every night,
Comin' around the partners, lyin' about your life,
Looked at your watch it said six twenty-two,
Cut to the house and said baby i love you,
Can't act like a mack like playboy sho'
An' the rest of the macks in the streets of the o bitch!
Comin' up we learn how to freak these hoes,
And when your through gittin' yours then you shake these hoes,
And when your older, it's nothin' but a routine,
Makin' g's everyday workin' blue jeans,
I know i seen it before,
I see it again,
Young tender saying short would you be my man...
[i'm a player and i'm playin' jus' the bass]
[i'm a player and i'm playin' jus' the bass]
[i'm a player and i'm playin' jus' the bass]
[i'm a player and i'm playin' jus' the bass]
Yeeeah there's alot of fake players out there
Talkin' bad about ant banks, you know what i'm sayin'
But hey ain' trippin up
Short dog, what you do about them player haters
Try 'n stay away from kriss kross imitators,
Put ya in a cross 'cause they really jus' haters,
I thought you knew, short dog is a player,
Born to mack, 'n got bitches everywhere,
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars,
Screenin' these hoes like movie stars,
Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat,
I was born to mack,
I'm hookin' hoes like crack, i be a monkey on your back bitch,
Until you kick that short dog habit got you on my dick,
And even though i can't fuck you every day,
That's 'cause i got another bitch aroun' the way,
We can all get together on a late night,
Cut to the house hook somethin' up real tight,
I really don't care,
Cause i'm a player...
[i'm a player and i'm playin' jus' the bass]
[i'm a player and i'm playin' jus' the bass]
[i'm a player and i'm playin' jus' the bass]
[i'm a player and i'm playin' jus' the bass]
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5. _ It's All Good
"man, this bitch blowing my beeper up"
[too $hort]
Ready to put a hole up in one of these bitches, man
Sup? guess you wondered where i was at
When you beeped me last night and i didn't call back
Supposed to be there, meet you at the house at 9
You made a candlelight dinner just to wine and dine
And i didn't even show up
You beeped me 20 million times, made my beeper blow up
Thought you shot me to the left cause i'm a d-o-g
But you called so i guess it's still cool for me
To get freaky, you know i got that git back
I come right when i hit that
And if you tell me right now it's cool today
As soon as i'm through i be on my way
[ronese levias]
Do i look like the type of lady
That'll talk to a brother that's shady, hell no
But you can wine and dine me
Spend a little time with me, it's all good
Cause i love the way you take me
Ooh boy you shake me, when we lay down
Got my head spinning around
[too $hort]
I need a woman that's down for me
Always on my side, not my enemy
We could be gangsters, lovers, parents, or friends
But whatever we do, do it straight to the end
We'll make love like professionals
You and me baby, fuck the rest of them hoes
You know how much we like being together
Seems like every second, it's getting wetter
So good i wish it'd last forever
Cause it would never get no better than this
I know you feel the same
Moaning so loud all the neighbors complained
And all the people tried to tell you i was phony
Talking all that junk and don't even know me
Last night i was chilling at the club
Chilling with my potnas when your friends rolled up
Flirting with your nigga behind your back
They called you on the phone and told you where i was at
Your girlfriends trying to run your world
You'd better stop listening to them other girls
[ronese levias]
Never cared about those other girls
It's something about the way you rock my world
Even though you make me cry
I still wait alone for you at night, but it's all good
[too $hort]
I couldn't come home last night cause i was out making money
But i'll come home tonight if you want me
Cause you sure looking good today
I take you to your house and let you have it your way
[ronese levias]
Oooh boy, ohhhh, it's all good, it's all good to me, baby
[too $hort]
I just keep on fucking you all night long
Me and you baby got it going on
You ain't tripping every time you see me
You get loose and you get so freaky
I never meant to break your heart
You gave it all to me and i tore it apart
Talked about love right to the end
But i'm a tell you like it is, i'll never do it again
I'm from east oakland, i'm an ice-cold player
Born to mack and got women everywhere
I got one up in e.p.a.
And two down in south central l.a.
One in frisco, and one in berkeley
Got a few southern girls just to work me
Is that what you wanted to hear?
That your man is the player of the year?
I need a woman that's down for me
Always on my side, not my enemy
We could be gangsters, lovers, parents, or friends
But whatever we do, do it straight to the end
I said the very same thing in the beginning
We played the game but it's in the 9th inning
You'd better wake up and smell the dank
It really don't seem to be what you think, beyotch
I'm all about getting my bank
You be the car and i'll fill your tank
Cause nothing don't come for free
Unless your ass don't want to be with me, beyotch
[ronese levias]
Boy, have you been listening?
I can't let you go since i know what i'm missing
And can you fell it in my touch
That i want you so much, and it's all good
It's all good, baby
I'm trying to tell you boy, that it's good
It's all good, it's all good, baby baby baby
Ohhh, like that baby, like that
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good, it's all good
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6. _ Oakland Style
Yeah! that's how we do it in oaktown, baby...
$hort dog's on the microphone...
Straight from the east side...
I'm a player, bitch, oakland style
They call me playboy $hort, i know it's been a while
Since dangerous crew took the time to say hello
Mothafuckas makin' money in the ghetto
It's just another day and it's way too real
All my bitches cut, so what? that's how i feel
It's all good so just make me rich
And get in where you fit in, bitch
Well, i get high cause that's what i do
What about you? tell me is it true?
I heard you was thru, your ass went broke
Jewerly got pawned and your cars got sold
But on the long run you got nothin' to prove
Life to me is like a funk in the groove
You gotta get right in where you belong
Find a right mission and ride the song
Ride it...oakland style...bitch!
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7. _ Gotta Get Some Lovin'
Chorus:
Gotta get some lovin' (repeated)
Too $hort:
Gotta get me some pussy
Biotch
What's really goin' on?
Yeah, $hort dog's in the house
Funky fresh, biotch
I seen you walking down the street had to stop
Turned up the radio, dropped the top
Say ya look so good, you're so fine
I'll take ya to my house, we'll spend some time
I know you feel me, you need to find me
And give me head while i'm doin' about 90
Biotch, believe it or not, i'm bout to come up
What's up with the cop?
I'll get you in my car, let you work that tounge
Drivin' to my house, we'll have some fun
But this ain't no too $hort freaky tale
Cause right now i'm goin' through a dry spell
Stopped fuckin' with the hoes, just ride and look
Dip to the house to get the porno books
Thinkin' to myself i gotta knock a bitch
I gotta get some pussy, man fuck this shit
Chorus
Bounced to the house all by myself
Can't get no pussy and i'm mad as hell
Cause magazines can't even do the trick
I guess i have to watch me a porno flick
Popped in the movie, they start fuckin'
He was lickin', she was suckin'
I watched them ol' nasty freaks
Wishin' that shit might happen to me
I got a beep and got juiced up hommie
Looked at my pager and it said "tone only"
I need a bitch that wanna give me some
Loves givin' head just to make me cum
Freak nasty all on my dick
Just like the hoe in the porno flick
I went to bed without fuckin' a bitch
I gotta get some pussy man fuck this shit
Chorus:
I need a bitch, so i can get me some
She'll lick on these nuts and then make me cum
Get real freaky, had her pussy wet
Ease on in like an oakland vet
Lay your ass down by the fireplace
Stick my dick in your mouth, let you have a taste
Of this skinny motherfucker with a big ol' dick
I'll let you ride it right after you lick it
See i come from the city of dope
>from the mouth to the pussy and back down your throat
I gotta get some, i keep thinkin' of sex
I wonder who'll call my beeper next
I keep callin' hoes, ain't no one home
And like a punk motherfucker i'm all alone
So i told myself, i'm knockin' a bitch
I gotta get some pussy man fuck this shit
Chorus:
Where it's at
Back on the streets and it's on again
Bumped a little freak named sonja san
She jumped in the car and we started to ride
Just graduated from oakland high
18 years, thick as hell
She look kinda young, but my dick can't tell
Ride through the town with my sunroof open
Thinkin' about the pussy, man, just hopin'
Later on, some hennessay and tangeray
Will have her ass so high, i get to fuck today
I hit a corner, and seen her pops
She waved to him, smiled and told her "stop"
I pulled over, looked at her father
He took one look and said, "you can't mess with partner"
I had to leave without my young bitch
Can't get no pussy man fuck this shit
Chorus to fade
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8. _ Money In The Ghetto
Verse one:
In the ghetto
You think life is hard
Food stamps and to' up cars
Wall to wall dirty on carpet
Sit in a buckethopin you can start it
And ride around to the liquor store
Can't get a job get drunk some more
You betta stop trippin on dem stereotypes
Cause in the ghetto there's a good life
We ain't starvin like marvin and won't see no roach
When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin on leather watchin big screens
Bought by the dope fiends
Smokin, and what about the brother wit the good jobs
Save money and workin hard
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya only got one life to live
I know a brother dat got some cocaine
Ya know his face but don't know his name
Ya know he got the sack man
And he's sittin on a phat bank
Sellin cars at his house in the driveway
Being so clean don't roll it just fly away
Cause folks got money in the ghetto
Yea you know
Chorus:
Hey hey hey
What cha got to say
(it's money in the ghetto)
Hollywoooooood
Havin money in the ghettooo
Verse two:
Money in the ghetto ain't nothin new
It's been like dat way before you
Was even born get up from the down stroke
Chocolate city for the black folks
Say it loud in ya hot pants
Man child in the promise land
I take ya back to iceberg's land
And all the playas that came before him
If you a everyday hustler, get cha money
Cause what they do to black man ain't funny
All the time tryin to put us the pen
You get parole and then they send ya again
All the homies in the hood gettin paid
You might have left but the money stayed
In the ghetto it ain't all bout drugs
Gettin paid doin all kinds of stuff
Only rule on the street is don't get caught
Unless ya hustle ain't breakin the law
And even though rich folks got it good
We're sittin on it phat in the hood
I'm ridin dem gold ones
Smokin dank and it's potent
Ask dem fools cause they know
It's money in the ghetto
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Verse three:
I got money baby just tell me the price
Cause short dawg ain't nuttin nice
I always hit the town wit my boy ben franklin
Spend fo get an ounce a dank then
Rich nigga get high relaxin
And if i bust a ben frank get some andrew jacksons
Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill
You know the math lets make deal
On a one dollar bill if ya look on the front
Ya find the face of george washington
Make money baby dat's all i do
Dat's how i know thomas jefferson is on the two
Abraham lincoln got shot and died
Freed the slaves so they put him on the five
And how much in my old time friend
They put his face on the front of the ten
They are the dead presidents
From the hood and they represent
The american dream for the average monority
Make some money get some weed and a forty
I'm on the east side livin like a king
Kick back watch a fifty inch screens
Bounce to the west and hit studio
And spend my money in the ghetto
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