Gettin' It

Hook:
Girl i must confess, your love is the best,
Cause all we wanna do is put this dick in you
Girl i must confess, cause your love is the best,
All we wanna do is put this up in you

Verse 1:
When i first saw you, i couldn't stop watchin you,
I couldn't stop thinkin bout how i should be knockin you
All i wanna do is holla at you later,
Handle my business, you know i'm a player
I've never been a hater, i shouldn't be faultin you,
But you got me laughin at the nigga you talkin to
I guess you like squares, whats up with tonight?
Like tupac says you need a thug in your life
A nigga like me, i'll beat that pussy up,
Have you at the house doin all kinda freaky stuff
Aint nuttin new to me, watcha wanna do to me,
I know you aint no groupie, givin up the coochie
But i got deep in your drawls anyway,
I'll get it again, if i want it any day
I got that game from the coast out west,
Your pussy's the best, i must confess

Hook

Verse 2:
I can't sleep at night, you always keep me up,
Suckin on my dick, let me deep in them guts
I can't stop fuckin you, runnin all up in you,
I know you got a nigga but you still know what to do
You never hold back, never act shy,
Make it look so good i never close my eyes
I like the way your titties shake when your ridin me,
You take it out lick it and say put it back inside of me
And thats what i'ma do bitch, give you this true dick,
Bring all your girlfriends, and we can do this
I got alot of homies, and we all got game,
Y'all can hang with them squares but its not the same
I wont take you to the movies or a fake club,
I take you straight to my house get naked and fuck
$hort dog'll never settle for less,
I must confess, you got the best

Hook

Verse 3:
I keep a gang of hoes on my team at all times,
Let a nigga know that the pussy's all mine
Hit it on the regular, you know i'm good for that,
Top notch bitches, even fuck them hood rats
Take her to the mansion, take off the pants then,
Kidnap the pussy and hold it for ransom
But none of them bitches can fuck like you,
Hit me on my beeper you know i'm comin through
Just like that, always was and always will be,
I'll get ya wet, and then you gonna feel me
Way up in ya, not far from virginia,
Stick it in your mouth on the way down south
So when you get home and smell the cum on your breath,
Go in the bathroom and play with yourself
Your pussy's the best, i must confess,
Whenever your horny i got a "s" on my chest

Hook

Ha-ha-ha it's goin down like this ma-fucka!!

Studd:
Is the shit gone ever change, cause i be caught up in the middle of it,
Click my pistol, and then in his fuckin throat i shoved it
Give me your money, and take that palve' off nigga,
Fuck tommy 'figga, i'm off that doe and liquor
See i be drillin in the eastside of san pedro park,
I smoke a camel, the lupsia done have me sparked
This lil' broad said i'm livin in my last days,
My mother love me, she say she hate my bad ways
But still she blame it on herself for doin what she done,
It wasn't fun, she moved us in the ghetto slums
So what you think about myself cause i'm a grown man,
A bad man, survival is whatever you can
You think you know it, flossin but i know you's a bitch,
Cause i be watchin, tryin to get my rob on this shit,
See niggas underestimate the city that i claim,
Where i am niggas sayin what the fuck is gangbang
Hard livin mothafucka represent your turf, your side of town,
You know thats where the fuck i'm found
Knees dirty, hands dirty, smokin on a tree,
Gamblin my drug money, hell yeah tee-da-lee
Cause i'm the nigga says crime do pay,
My people say they love me, they just say they hate my bad ways

Real bad ass ways (bad ways)
Real bad ass ways (you got bad ways)
Real bad ass ways
Get glock cause it pays

Murda one:
>from city to city, state to state,
I'm checkin my game with my muthafuckin trusted 38
But wait bubonic at an all time low,
Gotta hit the atm to get money fo' sho'
Reclinin in my cadillac, puffin newports,
Eighteen on bump straight up bumpin too $hort
You caught in the middle of a skanless ass vibe,
We copped another sack so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named x,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, i want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
I recommend mothafuckin hoes make your knees bend
You can't get with this on any day,
Best believe murda one got the mothafuckin bad ass ways

Bad ass ways (you know it mothafuckas)
Real bad ass ways
Real bad ass ways

Joe riz:
I'm livin live on hinges, when niggas in benzes i'm broke,
I'm givin nothin but hell y'all its cut throat
I wrote a rhyme, called it a pastime,
Of hurtin ass shit that i faced the last time
My last dime, goes on food i'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way i protest,
Your world, gettin it all of my chest
Yes the struggle grab me, hatin better have me,
Drama from my momma, disowned by my daddy
What should i do, tuck my head and throw them rolos,
If anybody know about the trouble i bet joe knows
And raw livin it remind me,
Of the shit that i wanna put behind me
I'm stayin high for days cause what i'm doin it pays,
They don't hate me really, they hate my bad ways

Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
They hate my bad ways (real bad ass ways)

Too $hort:
I've been a player for years, this aint no rappers dream,
You leavin messages, on her answering machine
I'm in the bed, listenin, laughin, ticklin, giglin, kickin it,
Nigga i be stickin it
You was hugged up with her when i met her,
She gave me that look like please make it better
I told her with my eyes, meet me over there,
Instantly, she was the victim of a player
I be spittin this game like iceberg slim,
What about your man, she said "fuck him"
Let's roll, so we jumped in the benz,
Left you at the bar, talkin to your friends
$hort dog came through with the satisfaction,
Now you runnin round like a fatal attraction
Cause i been in the pussy for the last few days,
Don't take it personal, it's just my bad ass ways

Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Beyotch

Beyotch!!!
That's the trademark
Short dog in the house
And it don't stop to the beat baby

Verse 1:
Now take my bitch, she won't complain about shit
Cause i taught her well, she got game for a trick
It aint hard to tell she belongs to me,
I pimped her 15 years in this industry
Now her pussy so big i don't want no mo',
But she still down wit me cuz i raised that ho
Found a bitch in east oakland broke silly and young,
Don't let her fool ya playa, she aint really dumb
Don't be a sucka and give an old ho new life,
She got so much game ya wanna make her your wife
>from california all the way to miami,
I pimped that bitch and now the hoes can't stand me
Cuz when i put my bitch on the streets,
Niggas rush to the store cuz they love the beats
We gettin' all the money, we cashin' all the checks,
I aint no fake pimp nigga you can take my bitch

*dj scratching "now take my bitch" *

Verse 2:
Now do ya think i get mad when you sport my bitch around town,
Never that, cause my bitch is so down
I could send her to hawaii or out to nevada,
It really don't matta, my pockets get fatta
Used to go to las vegas in the early-eighties snortin' coke,
Tryin to turn the ladies on to $hort
It was my destiny to pimp these hoes,
(beyotch) whole crowd screamin loud at my shows
I've been to every last city with the dangerous crew,
And everywhere i went the bitch came through
Makin' money like a real good whore,
Tell 'em whos your pimp bitch, "too $hort"
On a ten week run back in eighty-nine,
I flipped a brand new benz, the bitch was so fine
If you want that ho, you can have that bitch,
She won't complain about shit

*dj scratching "now take my bitch" *

Verse 3:
Now take my bitch, the kind of bitch all pimps want,
But if you slip and ya pockets get small ya get done
You got to stay up, fuck tryin to come up,
Get your mind off the pussy, always tryin to run up
Cause these bitches like mine, love to work,
Get down in the dirt, get money on the turf
Slang that ass for daddy bitch,
It's time to get the old caddy whip
One more time, new paint and interior,
New rims, new top and a new be-yotch,
Thats how you say it right,
But $hort dog say "beyotch!!" you better make me rich
And thats how it goes, gotta cover every angle,
So if ya takin my bitch aint no need to tangle
Just don't keep braggin' on that used ho,
Let em know, you got the bitch from too $hort

*dj scratching "now take my bitch" *

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

Verse one: 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)

Verse two: 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)

Verse one: erick sermon

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

Verse two: too $hort

I made a half a million in a week
And every nigga on the street got a tape playin me
You can't believe it? erick sermon, rollin with $hort
Rolled from california all the way to new york
In big benzes, g-50 up
Now we trying to squash all that east/west stuff
We spent years in the studio makin funky tracks
Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps
It's like father dom, it's like keith murray
Makin millionaires but it ain't no hurry
Cuz we all in it for the long run
I won't leave the studio until a song's done
And ain't nuthin really hard about gettin my cash
A big phat house with a million stash
You other niggaz got this rap game distorted
Givin dats to the label, straight gettin shorted
Claim you're gettin paid, but i can't tell
You keep rappin in my ear got me mad as hell
You talk a good game but i don't believe in you
Be smokin lotta blunts but i got more weed than you
I guess i see you on the charts in the meanwhile
Another face in the crowd plus some freestyle
Wishin you could be in the light
Promoters pay me ten g's just to breathe on the mic
Bitch! $hort dawg puttin it down with the e double

Verse three: erick sermon

Shhhhh! you remind me of my phat gold chain
Some of y'all are just small change
Be a boss with true true game
Yeah yeah
Dig this y'all, my music is dangerous
Atomic dog, coming through the smog with $hort dawg
Ahhh! quick with the trig jack be nimble
I shoot like g mob goes liftin through my window
Chik chik pow! how you like me now?
The man in the mirror it don't get no clearer
$hort dawg, the e double, and breed we roll thick
Like girls in c.a.u. with the good power-u
Owww! money is the key to fame
So i can live it up with the girls on soul train
The impact, major league dough like dave justice
Yo breed, $hort dawg, show em how we bust this

Verse four: too $hort, mc breed, kool ace

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