Life Is...too Short (explicit)

Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) oaktown (oh-oh-oh-oaktown)
Oakland (oakland, oakland) get on down (oh-oh-oaktown)

Straight from the west, oakland is the best
Baby it's so fresh (oakland)
It's called the big bad o, city of players on the go
You gotta have trues and vogues (oakland)
Baby, that's my town, when all the tops come down
You'll hear my funky sound (oh-oh-oh-oaktown)
O-a-k-l-a-n-d, that city was made for me
Just rocking to the beat (oakland)
Drop tops rolling down the strip, baby it's the tip
Don't stop dipping til i quit (oaktown)
Trues and vogues on my car, baby i'm a star
I'm playing at player's park (oakland)
Everybody on the floor, do you really want some more?
We'll get funky like playboy $hort (oh-oh-oh-oaktown)

Oakland (oakland) oaktown (oh-oaktown)
Oakland (oakland) just get on down

Oh-oh-oh-oak, oak-oak-oak-oaktown

Westside coming through, northside coming to it, too
East oakland it's for you (oakland)
Californ-i-a, can you hear me say
Oakland is here to stay (oakland)

Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) oaktown (oh-oh-oh-oaktown)
Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) just get on down (oaktown)

Straight from the west, oakland is the best
Baby it's so fresh (oakland)

Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) oakland (get on down)

Straight from the west, oakland is the best
Baby it's so fresh (oakland)
Drop tops roll down the strip, baby that's the tip
Don't stop dipping til i quit (oakland)
Trues and vogues on my car, baby i'm a star
I'm playing at player's park (oakland)

Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) oakland, get down

Oakland, oaktown, oakland, oh-oh-oh-oaktown

I was told not long ago
Too $hort don't stop that rap!'
Now everytime i grab the mic
I rock you just like that
8 years ago when i started to rap
I use to sell tapes everywhere
It was me and my homeboy freddy b, yoo
Kickin' it like big players
Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills
I rocked houseparties on 98th
Even rocked in 69 vill
Might find me on the mic at hot lips house
Or at the eastbay dragonspot
All the 85th boys with their hand in the air
Screamin' too $hort just don't stop!'
Like royal park, like plymouth rock
First street and sunnyside
Like sobrante park and brookefield
East oakland, yeah, that's right
5 years ago i continued to rock
And if you haven't yet heard my name
It was all in the papers, on the evening news
I was stone cold in the game
Around that time a friend of mine
My homeboy lionel b hooked me up like this, yoo
On the stage just rockin' the beat
Some say i have a dirty mind
Sometimes that might be true
But these are just some dirty times
I ain't trippin' on you...

I ain't trippin', keep on talkin'
You think i'm smokin' that pipe
I got money, homeboy
I even got some of your future wifes
Well, my story goes like this, man
I smooth went out on wax
Singin' girl, that's your life'
Female funk' and shortrapp'
Silky d worked the beat kicked me cold cash
I was ridin' the bus one day
Next day i was on the gas
Everybody loved too $hort
Rollin' down the strip
Then one day just like that
Homeboy jumped on my tip
You started spreadin' rumors, man
Said you saw me rappin' in jail
No, i never came down to the flatlands
I was chillin' with the homies from the hill
I ain't trippin' but the word went out
Sir too $hort was through
Can't really say where it all began
So i'ma blamin' it all on you
Everybody use to say
Too $hort don't stop that rap!'
Now everytime you see my face
You say i'm smokin' crack
Oakland, california, i heard it all before
I'm makin' big bank now, rockin' the crowd
I ain't trippin' no more...

Now i'm back on top again
I still don't stop that rap
Everytime i grab the mic
My bankroll's gettin' fat
Freaky tales' took care of that
You know i'm comin' up
Cause everytime you see my face
I'm rollin' all so tough
When i made the cut...the-he-he freaky tales'
I started picturin' this
I named my album born to mack'
With the cleaniest raps and beats
Everythin' was kickin' in
Me and ran kept cashin' checks
Next thing i know there you go
Guess who's on my tip?
You said i just got out of jail
Jumped right back on that pipe
Your sister's boyfriend told you, man
I'm smokin' every night
Then you came to my show
And stood there so damn bold
You said too $hort, man, you smoking'
And i'm standin' here dreamin' gold
I ain't trippin' no more
Really ain't worth my time
So to squashed it off i kicked on back
And wrote you all the rhyme
Benzes rollin', beemers jettin'
And caddies keep on dippin'
You keep on talkin' all that crap
I ain't trippin'...

City of dope, i call it oak
Can't be broke, selling coke
Fat ropes, shattered hopes
Fresh cars and all that dope
Baseheads keep the trade alive
Nobody know about a 9 to 5
Everybody's just trying to survive
You need a gun, can't use those knives
You got a bullet? well just pull it
And if you trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psychomaniac sick in his head
Wanna be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new drop-top white corvette
Now he's buying keys, making g's
And all the girls say "won't you please
Take me" in the city of dope

See i'm hard as hell, no ghetto tale
You play a gun, but the game is real
You want to stop my money, how?
You keep smoking, i'm selling out
It's called the city of dope, might be your town
Get a piece of the rock, turn your life around
So cool, don't even trip
You got the sack, get on the tip
A resident in the city of dope
And every day i'm selling coke
I'm never broke, i don't smoke
I sold a rock and made you have a stroke
Pay cold cash you know, i won't need bruno
I'll hit you with my gat and then i won't come back
Like ym peanut butter top with the candy paint
All the high school tenders drop down and faint
In the city of dope

Life in a coke town, heard it before
Think it's all been said, but it's so much more
It's like midnight, slanging rock
Task force just hit the block
Time to make a move, the spot got hot
You chase a cop, homeboy why not?
She lit the match and light the crack
Ain't giving no bitches no kind of slack
Or if you're playing the game, you're thinking the same
Goddamn that rock cocaine
I've seen a lot of my friends go off that pipe
And every night smoke coke that's white
So when you get up, man, there you go
You and that pipe just dogging the hoes
In the city of dope, and the story goes
Want to be like free, breaking millions of loaves
In the city of dope, where the color is gold
On your neck, and your fingers, and your brand new rolls
Enough said, but my rap won't end
It's on a one way trip to san quinten
Like you my friend, ain't nothing new
You want to grind that boat til it's way past two
You say it's not easy, that you're so hard
Sporting gold tone z's, not credit cards
Got clout turn 'em out, you got bitches
You say you're not fake, but i'm telling you this is
The city of dope, might be your world
Get a beeper homeboy and just sell that girl
I'm from the town called "the city of dope"
It couldn't be saved by john the pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while i say my rhyme
In the city of dope

Smoking weed, rolling 'em fat
You wonder where the boy learned to act like that
Hey was raised in the ghetto and felt the need
To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
But the tale goes on and years went by
Another drug came and the boy got high
Ever since that day, he just wasn't the same
Where i come from, we call it "rock cocaine"
Where you come from, you might call it "crack"
But wherever he went, you see he never came back
I tried to tell the motherfucker, but he don't know
I say to coke, "pimp that ho"
I don't live in a mansion but i drive a benz
Cut to the turf and collect my ends
Say "look here freak, kick me down
I don't have time to talk right now"
Got to go to, my next hoe
And get kicked down, a little more
Left right left, down the street
Getting paid freak by freak
There you see me, there you don't
You wonder will i, or won't
Is it yes, is it no?
But does it really matter you freaky hoe?
In the city of dope

Too short:

Say hoe
Yeah you
Can i ask you a question
You like to fuck?
Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that
Will you like to make love?

I saw you walking down the street, and i had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and your so fine
Young tender, would you be mine
I get you in my car, drive you to my house
Cuz i'm a mack, i cold turn you out
I wont ask, and i sure won't beg
Reach right over and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip a finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't watch the clock
Lay back baby doll and i'll rock the cock
Funky fresh i am, and i always can, freak nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest resturant
Buy you any damn thing that you want
You want flowers, i'll buy your ass a rose
But later on you're coming off with them panyhose
You want gold, girl whats next
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know i'm just a freak
Give it up baby, i can't wait two weeks
I want it all, don't say i won't
Get it girl, now i'm telling you don't

-girls voice-

Nigga please, you provoke no feeling
You must of forgot, the girls of whom you're dealing
We haven't the urge, to get busy
Like those dizy lizys, who used to dance for you, your through
I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted
You're addicted, to the words you inflicted
Time after time, line after line
Talking bout the bitches that are on your mind
Do they call you $hort because of your height or your weight?
Diss me boy, i'll hang your balls from a cliff
Wrapped around a slinky, your a dinky
It's an easy task, to the corner cause the curb didn't want your ass
Your name is yuck mouth, you don't brush
Gotta cover your mouth like this
They call you yuck mouth
You refuse to brush, no sweetheart you can keep that kiss
Your a freak with no tale
You have no ass, class,you can't pass, your simply trash
Your a typical nigga, the kind you don't take home
???? tights and barbie from the dangerous zone
Like a short dogg that carries fleas
You make my ass itch, twitch, don't you wish you could scratch it
And grab it like you want it
The name fits cause your all up on it...

-too $hort-

Get mad if you want, i won't front
When it's time to hump, won't be no punk
Roll your ass over and tap the butt
Too $hort baby all in them guts
I'm not your abc, from the alphabet
Every letter i'll write'll get your pussy wet
It's just a freaky note, from me to you
At the bottom i signed it playboy ii
I'm a player, bitch, i thought you knew
Like every other nigga in my crew
I bump hoes, now it's your turn
Tell me young tender when will you learn
I cold mack like pimps you know
Won't sell you dope or sell you blow
Just your average everyday straight bump up bitch
My gold rings come from spitz
Look baby, you know what i want
Your acting like it's that time of the month
Are you bleeding, can't think about sex
Irritated by your kotex
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I'll pull out my dick bitch, you can suck
Now here, don't say i won't
Get it girl, now i'm telling you don't...

-girls voice-

Punk i'm not a tease, i'm not a skeezer
And most definately, not a dick pleaser
You dreaming, and scheaming, and fiending for my lust
You don't have enough, for you i feel disgust
Wait, small thing i hate
For goodness sakes, if i wanted someone small i would masturbate
I'm not talking 'bout your height, weight, or what you dream
When i say too short, you know what i mean
You see, i need man, not a boy to approach me
Your lame game, really insults me
Your name is too $hort, or shall i say too skinny
If size were money honey, you wouldn't have a penny
Little boy, your not a player
I'm your savior
To try to get at me shows your bodacious behavior
I have to sit on my feet to come down to your level
Your mother should have hung you, from her umbilical cord
If she would have known your mission
Okay little boy, here's a proposition
You wanna bit of danger, step you to my zone
You call yourself a dogg, thatz how i'll send you home
With your tail between your legs, screeching and whining
Jealous of you got some, nigga please your lying
Cause i fight the feeling, that would have to be one
And mathmatically, me plus you equals none...

-rappin 4 tay-

I am the rapper that they call 4 tay
I'm gon tell you like my homie short dogg would say
Hoes in the world, trying to play it sweet
Knowing damn well that they wanna freak
Some do this for maybe a week
And then it's cool to get up under the sheets
Trying to work that thang, but she said no
That's about as far as it's going to go
So i toss and turn, to make it loose
Finally she feels the act right juice
Some of you hoes say, oh that's nasty
Back of your coat say sweet and sassy
24 deep, that's how you sleep
Undercover freak every day of the week
You see some of you freaks just need to quit it
Playing that role like you ain't with it
The rest of you freaks just won't admit it
Especially when you know just who can get it
Ain't body tripping cuz i know i'm right
You could be black or you could be white
For a black girl it really don't take too long
But a white girl's always tryin to turn ya on
With a little squeze, but it's just a tease
Give her some time, she'll be on her knees
Then i'll pick her up, so i can work the butt
Baby, i just wanna try to bust a nut
But don't get me wrong, cause you started it all
Coming to my house in a camisole
But when it's time for me to shove
Then you front on all that love
First you said that i deserve it
Now you fight, don't want to serve it
Gave it some time, so make up your mind
Don't fight the feeling, it's time to unwind
You was talking 'bout you gunna give my some
But i'm rappin 4 tay it don't make me numb...

-too $hort-

Yeah man, the little hoes got ill
So now it's time to get way to real
I know they never have some real dick
They need to quit talking that childish shit
You wanna rank hoe
Go get your bank hoe
My little dick'll have you screaming though
Because when it comes to sex, you don't know what's up
Your still playing that finger fuck
See i'm a grown man
I bust some young cock out
I like big butts, not big mouths
I know some little girls'll break you down in bed
Pull your drawers down, give you some head
But little girl, you wanna have some fun
You better go to magic mountain cuz your way too young
So at this point, i can't really say shit
Ain't dropping no lines, i'll just call you a bitch...beyotch!!!

So you motherfuckers thought i was gonna change my style?
- so what are you saying todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit
Here's another rap that i'm ready to spit
It goes like this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin shit up like never before
Pimp slaps, makin snaps
Cold cash money and too $hort raps
Oakland, california that's where i'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want none
But if you do, i'm gonna tell you this
( ) ain't really shit
Wanna roll so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch playin too $hort rhymes
If you aks me, what it's all about, i'll say it's about that money
But if you aks me, could you have some, i'll say it doesn't concern me
Ronald reagan came up to me and said, "do you have the answer
To the united states economy and a cure for cancer?"
I said, what are you doin in the white house if you're not sellin cocaine?
Ask your wife, nancy reagan, i know she'll spit that game.
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob
What is life? it is too $hort
I play the bitches like it's a sport
Yea, i'll play the bitches just like y'all
Like dr. j played basketball
You can call me too, don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and i'll fuck your wife
You see i'm not proper, i'm rarely polite
Too $hort, too $hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, i wrote this rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but i'm tellin you bitch it's true
So much death in the oakland streets
Am i gonna live till next week?
Will i get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say, cause i don't know why
People out here droppin dead like flies
I used to see a home boy givin five
Now i say, "man, you still alive?"
Cold as hell, the town i'm from
Won't last too long when you're fakin the funk
I'm the master rapper, so unique
Clap my hand when i want my freak
You can't deny it, you know i'm right
I turn any rapper out when i'm on the mic
And i won't kick back, or relax
Till he knows i'm the best at the mc rap
Till he knows too short, set the track
They got him caught up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't spit straight game on the mic
Cause he's worse than a fag or a frisco dike
He's a sucker mc, i call him punk
You try to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk
You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't listen to me
Think i'm fakin but i'm takin all you sucker mc's
To the end of the world and push you over
Good luck couldn't find you in a four leaf clover
If i ever said a rap, tryin to cap on you,
I wouldn't even sweat it cause you'll be through
Lookin so far up, you might fall down
Gettin clowned by the hound from east oaktown
And the look in your face when you're lickin that tooth
Could make a grown man die, laughin at you
Cause you're a, no rappin, no rhymin
Played out fake ass simple simon
I never understood one word you said
But you're swearin up and down that you're killin em dead
There's only one thing, i wanted to know
Sucker motherfucker, where's the joke?
I'm the player of players, just call me pop
My name is too $hort, no i don't stop
I just don't stop mackin, don't stop cappin
Don't stop rappin now you see what happens
Your mind is gone, your crew just cut
Sucker mc i'll tell you what
Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same
And when it comes to game, you are lame
Never even heard of too $hort baby
Hit oakland in 1980
Singin mo raps than a rap could rhyme
Tellin sucker mc's don't waste my time
There's a girl i know her name is betty
Straight to the head just rock it steady
She's so freaky she'll juice you up
All the home boys just can't get enough
She's a ph.d., don't even stop
In the back like that goin (top, top, top)
I won't say white girl, won't say she's black
She's the kind of girl that make your knees go crack
Feel the beat, rock with me
Let me tell you what i be
I'm a mc rapper, a mc rapper
A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper
Hey baby, i got this rhyme
It's not gonna stop till the end of time
Like rock and roll i'll play that song
To the beat all day and all night long
So liten up, to what i'm sayin
I'm a oaktown mack, bitch i ain't playin
To all the home boys doin time in the pen
Gonna rock this beat for you once again
If you can't get out and you're mad as hell
Say beeatch, now make it sound for real
I'ma tear shit up, if i get the chance
I could give a fuck less if you're hole don't dance
See i'm a big mack now, i'm so great
I was born and raised in the golden state
Call me t.o.o., if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some more
Big bank, now just make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich
Check out my style, baby i don't quit
I heard this freak say, "that's the shit,
He took the cake, fucked the rake
Too $hort baby damn sure ain't fake."
But the sucker mc's are screamin loud
Sayin sir too $hort, shut your mouth
How can you talk about me, and call me weak
When your father smokes coke and you mother's a freak
So i keep on rappin, if nothin else
Keep your jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, he's a mc right
Ain't sayin nothin but he's holdin the mic
Fuck with me, and boy you're doomed
I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room
Cause i'm the coldest mc on a microphone
Like a .357 pointed at your dome
I got cap for cap, you never heard
So fresh again with cusswords
Motherfuckin shit, fuckin with me
Fuck a skank bitch and a sucker mc
Cusswords, just let em know
Motherfuckin shit, god damn ass hoe
Cusswords, just don't quit
Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch
It's too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop
And it don't stop, and it won't stop, beeatch
Check out my style