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1. _ Funk Session
Shock g:
The mother fucking funk seesion is about to begin
Crowd around, ladies and gentlemen crowd around
The funk session is about to begin
When i say funk session, i ain't talking about george clinton
I love that nigger though
I ain't talking about james brown and sly stone
I'm not talking about mother fucking the time and prince
(what you talking about?)
We talking about funk session 96 style
96 funk mean a different thing
That means you looked at my woman, and i'm stepping to you
And you about to pull out the gat and try to blow a nigger's brains out
Too short:
You see we can't along cause we just don't want to
You cross the game and my crew will just stomp you
And sing the ripper, we just say oh well
And the white man keeps on building more jails
I know the system ain't nothing to fool with
Cause you locked up all my homies that i went to school with
And i know damn well you got my name on the list
Cause i'm the one that called your daughter a bitch
Just a black man doin good, you wanna do me
Before you ban rap you need to ban them violent movies
Gangsta rap causes crime, mike tyson wrecked the system
Larry hoover ran a gang in illinios can't forget
Malcom x taught us knowledge, martin luther preached for peace
And every day black men lying dead in the street
So where's the real education, in the hood
Peace to the muslims cause they're doing real good
They're never giving up, on the black folks
We need to buy our own land and try to stack dough
Get rich if you want to, i ain't trying to front you
If robert gold want some funk tell him come through
It's been a long night but we're still getting funky
Who opened up the cage and let out the monkey
I heard it when she said it, "you just a dogg short
Like them g's out in south side chicago"
I said that's right hoe, i'm from the east o
And i will never spend my money on a six-fo
High performance, is what i'm riding
I got the game from oakland so i never stop siding
I'm getting money in this criminal's country
Hoe's show me love because my pimping's so lovely
I'm not a role model, unless you trying to mack her
Cause first i am player and second i'm a rapper
Third i'm just a big ass baller
Top notch on my beeper but i still won't call her
Cause i got one with me, and i'm a pimp till i die
Don't be talking to them snitches, you'll get sent on a lie
Doing time in the pen for some backstabbing
I wonder what would happen if they catch em
You burn his balls with a big lighter, get the gasoline
And he'll be smoking like a mother fucking dope fiend
Nowaday's they like to kill your whole crew
For coming to the party and stepping on a shoe
He said excuse me, but it wasn't al-right
So now you want to take his punk ass outside
So you can hit him, and with him
Let his momma bury him in a suit that don't fit 'em
You don't give an f-u-c-k
So just fuck him
Didn't have to shoot him, just walked out and stuck him
Knife up and down all around in his gut
Standing in his blood looked down and said "what's up?"
What's up nigger, shock g tell 'em like treach
Shock g:
East coast niggers are the craziest
And west coast niggers are the craziest
And down south niggers are the craziest
It seems like all american niggers are the craziest
It done got out of hand
We don't drink that potion at the white mother fucking masses
Immediate and cooked up for us and now we killing each other
Remember me all, i want everybody to look back
Yo this is shock g from digital underground
I want you to look back right now
We rolling with the dangerous crew
I want you to look back when i said
Y'all remember that shit when i said, i said ah
America, get busy humpty yeah
The red the white the blue and the blue and red for crips and bloods
The white for whose got you doing time
We busting caps on one another and it never stops
You know it never stops
But you know, that shock's been searching for someone
Who can rise like malcom and farahkan
To straighten you niggers out
Shit they call me mc blowfish
Back when digital underground first started
Say, i was running the whole thing, say
The call me mc blowfish hey
Yeah, and i kick a little thing like this
I say, i say, i say, i say
Shorty check me out
I say, i say
Now follow as i slip into that butter melody
This is the part shock takes your heart and leaves you vision blurry
So try to focus on my dope
I suggest that you invest in a telescope
As i come with hella rythem
Move closer to your television
Get your look just like that hooker catch jay ism
Even with my vocals for your ears, you still couldn't see me though
As i flavor rub this vidy like oregano
I'm slanging them nouns and verbs
You couldn't see me with binoculars
I guess i'm just a little different cause i do love them hoes
Just maybe not the same way i love my niggeros
Cause i love it when they say something fly
The ill caps make me laugh till i cry
Some frys and some freaks and it's on
All night long
I love to see my homies living strong
But then that cook with that cloudy cookbook
Rains salts on another brother's sunny day
I'm wondering if we're really happy here with this lonely g game we play
I said i'm wondering if we're really happy here with this lonely g game we play
Cause it's hella fun here, i'm not going to front on that
Yeah, niggers have booming fun
Flossing and fucking with these hoes and capping niggers
But wheres we heading as a people
Where is we heading
This is the funk session y'all
Check me out
This is shock g from d-flow production squad
Cooling right now with the dangerous crew
Yeah i got my man breed in the house
Breed bought to roll a fatty while my man shorty b get on the 6 string
And blow your mind, yeah
I got pee-wee in the house
And you know what pee-wee said
He said, he said shock, you know that...(fade out)
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2. _ Still Strugglin'
Intro:
Still strugglin, still hustlin, tryin to get my money on
Fresh outta retirement, you know i ain't tryin to fall off,
Too $hort records, we ain't tryin to fall off
We ain't goin nowhere, i'm tryin to see everybody make money
I wanna see everybody get paid, everybody
Chorus:
Another day, another dollar spent
And i'm still out here strugglin
Caught in the game, and i'm just hustlin
Don't even trust my closest friends
Verse one:
Don't ever say you can't do it, it's not that hard
You wanna be a lawyer, you wanna be a star
You can do anything you wanna do
Forget what they say, as long as you believe in you
Keep chasing your dreams, wherever they take you
You gotta hustle, which shouldn't have to make you
Get your money on, like i always said
It's playin like a old song in your head
You say it ain't cool in the hood
I know some folks in the ghetto livin good
Now tell me how you get there, tell the next man, too
You ain't got it, give him yours, cause he got less than you
Give him game, and that's all he need
The knowledge, to plant that seed
And make it grow, get the dough
Even though i make money, i'm trying to get some more
You gotta be the best at what you do, and even though you ain't
That's just how you need to think
Don't tell me no, i already made up my mind
It's going down my way this time
I'm so deep into this
It's like i'm in some pussy, fucking my bitch
I've been going platinum, you walk by
You player-hate, don't even try
Chorus
Verse two:
Don't ever quit, once you get started
It's on til the end, til you're dearly departed
You know you can't quit, too much time invested
You learned your lesson, no time for stressing
Looking in the mirror, trying to act hard
Walking down the street, thinking bout a car
I been there a million times
I'm like baby, dee, i got a million rhymes
I been a famous mc since 1983
When run-dmc was singing sucka mc's
Niggaz in the papers ride too $hort
Rolling brand-new vogues, smoking newports
$hort studios, in my room making tapes
When i moved up to oakland from l.a.
I was a square, i ain't gotta lie to you
I wasn't rapping, i was fresh outta private school
Now i'm old school, too $hort, fuck what ya heard
There ain't no way i could memorize all these words
I been rapping for years, spitting game
Twenty years from now, you could say the same thing
If you determined, look at me
I'm getting on the car, used to roll two feet
Back in the day, selling dope fiend
Based on sunnyside, up ninety-sixth to birch street
Chorus
Verse three:
Don't ever say it's old, i know you wanna go gold
Trying to be like me is getting old
It's been proven, there's only one too $hort
Most valuable player, you know the sport
It's time to be you, cause being me comes natural to me
I hope you make it in the industry
You could work on wall street, or be a doctor in a hospital
As long as you're happy, i know you got a little
Stash, stack your cash
And keep hustling, cause it ain't gone last
How many times you seen a broke nigga, wanting to be a dope dealer
Make some money, and turn into a cold killer
Alot of people came up like that
But alot of y'all faking that ya hold that gat
Now your little ass is out
You finally realized, you took the wrong route
You got alot of talent, don't let it go to waste
Handcuffed on the ground, with dirt in ya face
I know the trap, circumstances make ya sell crack
Shotguns and change, take us all back
To slave-free, back when the days would be
Long and hot, with nobody paying me
These days we have opportunities
To blow up and give back to our communities
Chorus
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3. _ Couldn't Be A Better Player
Too short: nigga what,nigga what,nigga what
East side boyz:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Us niggas from the south be representing shit
And trying to keep these player haters of our dick
Never fucking with these loud ass clicks and crews
And bucking down busters that be acting rude
Cause these niggas and these hoes be with some other shit
They like to talk behind your back but in your face they ride yo dick
That's why i stay tight with my crew,
So what you gone do when we come for you
Chorus repeat 4x: <what, wuz up, wuz up, what>(in background)
What the fuck you gone do nigga, what the
What the fuck you gone do, what you gone do (repeat 4x)
(hook): east side boyz
Represent yo' click motherfucker
And if you don't then you must be a buster (repeat 2x)
Now put your middle finger up motherfucker (repeat 2x)
Now drop them bows on them motherfucking suckers (repeat 2x)
Now get crunk motherfucker get crunk (repeat 2x)
Now get drunk motherfucket get drunk (repeat 2x)
Now tell them hoes to drop they clothes
And cut something for the motherfucking d-lo's
Chorus
Too $hort:
Short short, short, short
Now i don't give a fuck about ya' benz or ya light-skinned bitch
I don't give a fuck who you tell you don't like this shit
The fact still stand you got one girlfriend
And i fill like the whole world's pimp
I can't be like you, always acting fake
I can tell you how much a real mac can make
A million dollars ain't shit to spend
Get some new hoes and get it again
So don't tell me what'cha wish for
You wanna be kept by a rich hoe
Bitch ass nigga, i'm trying to get me a lick
She better pay me right now she wanna get some dick
I told cha' got the game from the old niggas
Everytime i park my car him come the gold diggers
With the easy pussy sign on display
If you looking for some money don't come this way
(hook): too short
You couldn't be a better player than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like that with p
I be fucking hoes everyday of the week biiitch!!!
Chorus
Too $hort:
Now i don't give a fuck about cha' phone book and all ya' pictures
Chilling at the club with all ya bitches
Lying on ya' dick save the drama
Got my eye on ya' bitch and ya baby mama, catch ya' snoozing
You know the rules pimp ya' bitch is chosing, ya' bout' to lose them
Yelling get cha' ass in the car bitch
But i'm much to fast with this hard dick
Short dog took ya' broad, it just can't be
Ya' bitch sucked me and fucked me and than she think me
I know the whole story, you ain't serving it right
I'll probably stop by and put some work in tonight
(hook): too short
You couldn't be a better player than me
Even if you fucked everyday of the week
I know you think you got it like that with p
I be fucking hoes every day of the week
I know you couldn't be a better player than me
Even if you rode in luxury
I know you smoke colting that top notch freak
You never could be a better player than me, biiitch!!!
Chorus
(hook:) east side boyz
Now what's up fuck nigga what's up (repeat 2x)
You gone buck fuck nigga then buck (repeat 2x)
Ya' boys done left ya' now ya' stuck (repeat 2x)
Ain't got no pistol on ya ass so you stuck (repeat 2x)
You wanna run like a motherfucking bitch
You shouldn't have been no motherfucking snitch (repeat 2x)
My nigga trigger finger startin' to itch (repeat 2x)
You shouldn't have been no motherfucking bitch (repeat 2x)
Too $hort:
Now i don't give a fuck if you fuck the richest bitch on earth
You can be a jiggalo couldn't get more work
Cause i'm a player from way back taught by the best
No hater can fade me
I was short like the rest of y'all half stepping little dicks wanna be big
Willie's, you got a bad case of the sillies
In the studio you make believers
In real life you more like the cape crusaders
Rushing to the scene to save them hoes
Everytime they come across them crazy folks
You cuff 'em hurry up and get em' to safety
But sooner or later the bitch gotta face me
Cause i put the game down from the start
And you ain't nothing but a dumb ass mark
Do yo' thing and watch me do mine
Get the bitch on the phone and we'll see who lying, nigga
What! (until fade)
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4. _ In The Studio
[quint black]
Sixteen hoes, sixteen cars
Sixteen stars, rappin over sixteen bars
You ain't never seen big rocks before
Sabotage the show make 'em change the flow
Cash don't make it, put it on hold
Stand back and watch the bitch go gold
(candy paint, sittin on low)
Headlights shine, blowing for a hoe
You ain't never seen a freak hop to this
Rock to this, make your nuts fucking wanna pop to this
Too much to dream, tons of cream
Fucking in the limo, listenin my demo
Glisten by the pound
Some smoke weed, some don't fuck around
But check it out, make you freak it when they all alone
The type freak that'll stick you when her momma home
Nigga huh?
Chorus:
Where the bitches and the hoes at?
At the studio
Thats where we make our fuckin money at
At the studio
Thats where the benz and the lex at
At the studio
Plus the cash and the rolex
Its at the studio
Where the bitches and the hoes at?
At the studio
Thats where we make our fuckin money at
At the studio
Thats where the benz and the lex at
At the studio
Plus the cash and the rolex
Its at the studio
[quint black]
Chillin, bangin, taking it slow
Short's at the door with some bad ass hoes
Bad ass banks just around the way
Do it the oakland way, with a g of bombay
Whole mic room fuckin filled with smoke
Let jeff have the gun so he watched the do'
Pushing d-88's, never no trippin
Move out the way and let pit do the mixin
Keep it all smooth, no jackers and haters aloud
One freaky bitch turn the whole fuckin party out
Infatuated by the cheese
Had a group of hoes yellin out "black please"
Gee, i'm in the mood for a good time
Every nickel and dime
Dike bitch in the corner tryin to take mine
Hustlin and scheming, puttin it down
Them hoes can't rap still hangin around
Chorus
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5. _ 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
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6. _ Tell The Feds
Intro:
And it don't stop to the beat, baby
Funky fresh on the microphone
One time for your mind, beeyatch (beeyatch)
Short dogg's in the motherfuckin house
Doin what we always do, a stack
(gettin money) gettin money (gettin money)
Chorus: too $hort, (slink capone)
Tell the feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(fuck a secret indictment, all i do is write shit)
Tell the feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(you got the wrong rappers, nigga you better tell em!!)
Tell the feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(tell em short, tell em!!!)
Tell the feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(ooooohhhhh!!!!!)
Verse one:
You broke the law, and you got caught
Got a good lawyer, case is bein fought
Life is full of choices, make em at the crossroads
If you had five, you already lost four
Straight apprehended, handcuffed and can't stand it
Don't wanna go to jail but you was caught redhanded
A felony, strike number two
Federal agents like, "what you wanna do?"
Make a choice, so you start to think back
Short dogg was a nigga that always rapped
Half my life ago, didn't sell no dope
I sold dope fiend music for your stereo
Sittin at the crossroads in '84
I knew hella motherfuckers that was slangin coke
Use to tell my homeboys, front me a sack
Postin me at the dopehouse dumpin the crack
My niggas wouldn't do it, i love em for that
Cos now i still rap and get paid to gat
Since '87, that's how the shit comes
We made two hundred thousand in six months
Sellin tapes not cakes, cheques kept comin
Fuck buyin *?boats?*, niggas makin hundreds
Legit, you think i'm stupid, bitch
I bought a studio so i can do this shit
Chorus: too $hort, (slink capone)
Tell the feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(you got it twisted, bridget
Why pressin charges when i'm depressin hard and shit)
Tell the feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(run tell em, tell em short, tell em)
Verse two:
I used to sell weed in high school, smoked the profit
I never sold *?company due?*, i can't knock it
Cos the inner city public school system is fucked
Go to class all day, you ain't gettin enough
So at 3:15 it's time to put in work
Buy you some dope and go hit the turf
Ain't no scholarship, no rap contract
But a nigga get paid sellin hop and crack
I got lucky, it's not a get-rich scheme
I've been sellin rap tapes since i was 15
I told the oakland police, too many times
I make a lot of money doin pimp rhymes
I never sell drugs to jeopardise my freedom
You never could make me realise i need em
I went from hundreds, to hundreds to thousands, to millions
I know what police want, i feel em
I'm always ballin right there in the hype
Instantly, dope dealer stereotype
But shit is serious, i know i never sold drugs
So why these motherfuckers tryin ta roll me up?
And smoke me, why? no one knows
The only thing i did wrong was fuck all ya hoes
I don't smoke coke blunts and sho' don't sell em
Call the fbi, somebody please tell em
Chorus: too $hort, (slink capone)
Tell the feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(all you motherfuckers is lookin at us rock jewelery and shit
That's all you are)
Tell the feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(somebody better tell em we got receipts)
Verse three:
Rap is brand new, not long ago
Made a billion dollars last year round the globe
Now all the little kids can't let it go
To the new millenium with a brand new flow
Too $hort baby straight from the o
If you're like me, you're tryin ta make some doe
Roll to the spot and try ta break a hoe
Pimp her real hard and then take it slow
When i rap to a bitch, i'm a pro
I spit this game like never befo'
Grab the microphone and always rock the show
Then i grab me a freak, tell her "keep it on the low"
If i take her to my house she won't say no
I burn rubber with the bitch in my fo'-fifty-fo'
California niggas drop the top and roll
Stare up at the mountains, won't see no snow
I go coast to coast smokin indo
If my bitch actin up, i fuck her friend so
Don't investigate me for sellin dope
If you see me rollin clean thru the ghetto
I'm probably on my way to the studio
Probably playin somethin loud on the stereo
Short dogg, don't forget the funk motto:
'free your mind and your ass will follow'
Chorus: too $hort, (slink capone)
Tell the feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(we're up y'all in this motherfuckin holdin tank for hidin snitch ass
Niggas)
Tell the feds we ain't runnin no coke factory
(nigga, i was promoted a tour of kentucky nigga, and d.c.)
Outro: slink capone
Pop this shit, be outta state, niggas is hella fake
Moms ain't mess with the motherfuckin phone
My girl, she's fuckin up, god damn!
Nigga you better stop all that motherfuckin snitchin
Tell them motherfuckers we ain't runnin no motherfuckin coke factory
Tell em, tell em!! tell em!!!
You better tell em!!!!
Let em know, tell em!!!!
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7. _ Players
-digital voice-
Mother fucker
Always can't be players
Players
Always can't be players
-too $hort-
Players are the realest time to go
If you don't understand i'll let you know
Players are the people who just can't stand
Having one woman and just one man
Players are the ones who always see
Players are the ones that you always meet
Couldn't fall in love, even if you tried
Couldn't be devoted unless you lied
It's the players in the world to the west you play
Fresh young tenders every day
Breaking hearts every time your love is real
Players say love just ain't the deal
But the old and wise couldn't tell you why
Players just don't live happy lives
So all you fake wanna be's i hope you hear
Players always can't be players
-digital voice-
Do you wanna be a player
Players
Always can't be players
Mother fucker
Do you wanna be a player
Players
Always can't be players
-too $hort-
It's saturday night, it's time to have fun
Parties all going and players come
Sometimes in 3's sometimes in 2's
Fresh ball point pens, ready to use
It all makes sense, maybe it doesn't
Players just always use that lutten
Give it up everyday when the players play
Just don't act snoty when the players say
What's your name and number let me get my pen
Do you have any sisters too and that's to kim
Cuz i rap to kim, and that's the truth
And right now i gotta go rap for you
Baby, like players speak
Baby right there is a stone cold freak
Trying to be a player, but she don't hear
Players always can't be players
-digital voice-
Do you wanna be a player
Players
Always can't be players
Mother fucker
Do you wanna be a player
Players
Always can't be players
Players are the bored i hate to say
Nine out of ten don't know the play
Falling in, falling out, does it ever last
Players are the world, they're just too fast
Your life is at best when you lose control
Taking love from the way you know you told
You could love so much, just give you time
Your nothing but a player don't say your mine
Cause the way i love, is not your type
Trying to get everything you can for life
Too bad you don't know what i think you should
Too much of a good thing ain't so good
Your nothing but a player, whatever you feel
You can't be loved cause your not real
But tricks in the city could solve right there
Players always can't be players
-digital voice-
Do you wanna be a player
Players
Always can't be players
Mother fucker
Do you wanna be a player
Players
Always can't be players
-too $hort-
It's not only the men, it's the females too
Come out the shop with the fresh hair-dews
Working that bottom like it's on top
Looking so good you just don't stop
The guys can't help but to come your way
So your giving out your number 3 times a day
Your a player, baby, the real mccoy
Last week i saw you with my homeboy
Now you wanna tell me, i'm the one
And all i wanna do is just have some fun
Cause a girl like you, i know your kind
Think you look too good cuz your so fine
You'll be 30 years old still playing games
Giving out fake numbers and more fake names
But you'll find out, it may take 2 years
Players always can't be players
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8. _ Leave It Alone
(unknown voice)
Uh yeah dangerous crew
In the year 1995, todd anthony shaw a.k.a too $hort
Came correct put his niggars on deck
Ladies and gentelmen... the dangerous crew
(too $hort)
$hort dogg's in the motherfucking house bitch
(old skool freddy b)
Old skool freddy b beeetich
(shorty b)
Shorty b most valueable player
Stright indo
(about face)
Saultions from the soul about face
(baby d)
You wanna call be baby d
You can call me daddy if you
Want to be
(shock g)
Still in the game shock motherfucking g
(blacked up)
Yea! blacked upped in the house
West w niggars
(father dom)
In the house for show
Father dom knockin on your front door
(goldy)
Hey hoes, i rest, dress, and pimp till i die
It's goldy
(brian)
And this is brian i am here
To say the dangerous crew
Ain't talking about shit
(too $hort)
You say it ain't true
I got news for you even
Though we moved we still
The dangerous crew the funk
Came from oakland, the niggars did too
I moved to atlanta so you figuered
I was through seen me in the source
Talked about retireing
Trying to get payed nigga i was lieing
Thinking i'm washed up trying to peel my cap
I got a million dollars and a million raps
Short dogg's on the mic spitting real shit
Seen my videos lately got my greal fix
I smoke alot of weed but don't deal the dope
>from the eastside nigga, i kill a hoe
If shorty b ain't funky when he play that bass
You can reach right back and just slap my face
And my nigga peewee is no singer
He is eighty eighty fingers
Oakland niggars don't use fingers for your horns
Yeah, my nigga peewee
Y'all know he ain't from oakland
He from richmond california y'all
Them richmond niggars are crazy as shit man
Just like them belowe niggars
Polyontoe niggars, fisco niggars
Richmond niggars is crazy man
To my richmond partners
I'ma tell you something about them
They just dip on your ass like some oakland fools
With them automatic weapons they will smoke ya fools
Shootin cops in the head like baby d
Got my real partner old skool freddy b
In the house
Him and father dom
Jumped in the plane with a pocket full of bomb
Not the explosive
The kind that make you show bitch
Put me in the studio the dank have me focus
Ant banks you know what's sup
I tried to rap sober but the shit was sounding fucked!
I spend a hundred dollars on the brand new benz
And if i run you off the road run blow your horns again
Yeah man fuck these hoes man
I stright burn rubber on a bitch in a minute
Riding in some brand new shit you know
>from the eastside bitch oakland
You say it ain't cool
Shit ain't stopping me
And ain't too many rappers toppin me
You say bullshit
But you knowing it's true
But better stop sleepin on the dangerous crew
I know you and your boys love to rhyme and it's funny
Cause i spent all my time and money
On my studio we make funky ass music and we do these hoes
We freestyle and you see we get paid
You bring your bitch around i bet a g she stays
Big trucks, caddies, lexus, benz
Me and my partners fucking the friends
We got the weed the drink the money the bitchs
Still smoking zags no phillys no switchs
Three thousand miles away from the o
Smoking fluffy ass light green indo
You say we ain't shit
The dangerous click
You wanna here the fucking tape
Ask your stank ass bitch
Cause she bought it
And she's loving it
You just a broke ass rapper now you dub in it
And when i see a fine ass i be up in it nigga
You can't fuck with my crew
We'll sit you on shelve down the isle like a book
You talk about me but you bit my style like a crook
Leave it alone!
(about face)
Leave it aaaaaalone
(too $hort)
Don't it at home
(about face)
Don't try this at hhhhome
(too $hort)
Dangerous crew
(about face)
Leave it aaaaaalone
Don't try this at hhhhhhhhome
(too $hort)
Don't try this at the house fool
(about face)
Leave it aaaaaalone
(too $hort)
Once again short dogg
(about face)
Don't try this at hhhhhhome
(too $hort)
And the dangerous crew stright gettin funky with you
Bitch
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9. _ Blow Job 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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10. _ It's Alright
Too short:
I love things about you (it's alright) you got it going on
I'm not in love and this is not a love song, but you've been down for so long
You should never be wrong, i know it's all my fault
My mind been gone, i'm always on the chase
Lipstick on my face, when i get home
You gotta get on my case, cause i've been fuckin' up
Coming home smelling like her, i can't fuck it up
Call your mama tell her how it hurts, tell her
I'm a dog, but don't say that's all
I came in first place at the players ball, and now i got my skrill on
My new grill on, put you through some shit girl
But i know you're real strong, you say i never find a real one like you
But i never take the time to feel like you, i put the game down
The way it's suppose to be, don't be a punk ass bitch, just get open with me
Too short talking:
Cause i'm a real player. a-yo pimp c i don't think they feel us.
Pimp c:
There's a very thin line between love and hate
And there's a very thin line between a fuck and a date
Girl you know when i was hollering at you
I want to hit, i ain't got time to get caught up over a girl and lose my grip
I'm screaming "steady pimp" you steady trying a change me
Running that game your mama taught you, bitch that shit don't faze me
Say bitch i'm pimp c, i shall be seen again
But all that shit your cousin toldyou has gone in the wind
Just cause i pimp my pen, you think you moving in
Like i'm a trick i'm a let you have half of everything i spend
You talking week rent, i'm trying to whip a benz
Flipping the club with pimps like too short, baby lady friends
Talking bout your sister saw me with a brand new bitch at the club
Coming at me wiht high school shit, bitch you must be in love
Space age, new faze, i done payed the price
Hoping you ain't bout to rip my stable, she said i'm shift
But bitch that's alright
Pimp c talking:
You can keep your funky ass pussy, you know what i'm saying? straight up.
What's up short?
Too short:
Shit go back to pimpology man. these hoe know it's alright though and if
They don't bun will let them know.
Bun b:
Baby you're hangin' on a rope, it's getting crucial like dope
I can't cope, i guess the situation has lost all hope
Cause you've obviously flipped your lid, but what's done is did
I'm putting youup for sale for the highest bid
Or an ass from kid shit, you got me twist-ed
Little bun won't be another statist-ic, this love affair went ballist-ic
Puttin' them messy ass hoes up in my mix like bisquick
And thinkin' you gonna leave big bun juiced like mystic
Nigga believe me shit's thick, loves lost
Nothing's gained but confusion about the pain
You losing about the same, you can't tame, a wild animal
Feeding lettece to a cannibal, make a grown man wear goranibals
And i can't handle, bullshit that's unnessessary
You can't handle being with a g, i guess it's scary
It's the very thing that put us together seperated us
Player hated us, and things will never be the way it was
I hate to say it cause, but find another shoulder to cry on
Stop gettin' your lie on, baby it's alright
Too short talking:
I wanna dedicate this song to my bitch, quit tripping and bring your ass
Home, baby i love you, al long as you got my money
Pimp c talking:
You know what i'm saying? it's 199 reits, know what i'm sayin', straight up
Pimpin', you know what i'm talking about, i'm trying to see some papers,
Some dead ones.
Bun b talking:
Some real shit going on, you know what i'm saying? this is big bun and i'm
Out with my nigga short and my nigga pimp c. you know how players is with
Bitches on your dick.
Pimp c talking:
Pimping ain't dead, they just scared you know what i'm talking about?
What's up short?
Too short:
Ain't no love bitch (ha ha ha ha) beeotch. tell them motherfuckers at jive
To quit trippin'.
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11. _ I Don't Stop Rappin
Don't stop
Don't stop that rap
Too short
And i don't stop rappin'
Just don't stop
Too short
I don't stop rappin'
Don't stop that rap
Well i'm sir too short
The true mc
Fresh again with the brand new beat
The big bank roller, i know whats happening
I get on the mike and i don't stop rappin'
Don't stop
Don't stop that rap
Too short
I don't stop rappin'
My rap don't stop, you know it can't
I get on the mic and i make big bank
Unlike some rappers that i know
Trying to get no, but that don't go
I'm that rapper, sir too short
I know you've heard my name before
And if you haven't, now you have
Sir too short don't stop that rap
Don't stop
I don't stop rappin
Too short
Don't stop that rap
I'm so rough so tough when i talk my stuff
I don't stop rappin cuz i'm too tough
Telling you rappers what it's all about
Most mc's are played out
But not too short, i'm the best
You know too short is so so fresh
If that's not short, your mind is snapping
The best is fresh cause i don't stop rappin'
Don't stop
Don't stop rappin'
Too short
I don't stop rappin'
I'm sir too short, the rapping man
I'm a cold mc and i know i am
I'm the big time rapper from east oakland
Into music and making fans
I love young ladies who love my rhymes
Cuz what they say is right on time
The only mc with fresh hits
It's sir too short, he never quits
That's so so true, what they say
I hear those words every day
Cause i'm an mc rapper who gives you more
The big time rapper, sir too short
Don't stop
Don't stop rappin'
Too short
I don't stop rappin
Why do rappers rap like me
Because i rap originally
I never ever will, sing your rap
I'll leave it to you and it's just like that
I sing my rap and i know you like
The way sir too short rocks the mic
The sucker mc's don't even front
Even though too short is what they want
Cause what i say is well prepared
I look at a rapper and i make him scared
Scared to battle, the cold cold capper
I'll even be part on a female rapper
Don't stop
Don't stop rappin'
Too short
I don't stop rappin'
C a l i f o r
N i a and a superstar
That what it is, that's what i see
California life was made for me
Born and raised in the golden state
Mc rapper and you know i'm great
Just cooling out, acting shy
I got my mic and my rap won't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop rappin'
Too short
Don't stop that rap
I met a freak named jiggle g
Took her on a date and spent one penny
She bought me dinner, i bought her gum
Took her to my house to have some fun
I said "jiggle g, your so fresh
You look so fine with your big big breasts"
I spit my game to her so tough
Sir too short was coming up
I did just what i wanted to
But when i finished what did i do
I took her home, real real fast
I charged her up for wasted gas
I knew just what she had to say
Lets get together on our next pay day
Cuz like i said, i know whats happening
And you know too cause i don't stop rappin'
Don't stop
Don't stop rappin'
Sir too short
Spit that rap
Oh yes baby, i'm the most
Sir too short from the west coast
My rap don't stop, it never could
I'm known all in your neighborhood
As an mc rapper, right on time
Sucker mc's don't sing my rhymes
Cuz if they do, i'll be slapping
Sucker mc's cuz i'm all about rappin'
Don't stop
I don't stop rappin'
Too short
Don't stop that rap
Mc rappers, from the o
You talk about short, but you don't know
If you rap original
I might kick back and watch your show
But if i did what would i see
A so fake and imitating sucka mc
In my face trying to rap like me
But none of you suckas can rock that beat
Cuz you stand there looking like a sap
And in your rap i hear my rap
The sucka mc must want my fame
Cuz he didn't stop rappin' till he heard my name
Don't stop
I don't stop rappin'
Too short
Don't stop that rap
I'm sir too short on the mic
Gonna tell ya what kind of girls too short likes
I like those girls that are real real fine
Thick young tenders, yours and mine
It's not all about getting that steak
Cuz what is a girl without a lot of bank
A bump and a grind and she's on her knees
The way it is now you might catch a disease
Don't stop
Don't stop that rap
Sir too short
Don't stop that rap
I don't stop rappin', just don't stop
Don't stop rappin' don't stop don't stop
Too short, so fresh
I'll show you how the game comes from the west
Cuz you never ever knew that it was going on
Till a brother like me put it in a song
And i'm always fresh, never the same
Just don't stop that fishes game
Don't stop
Don't stop that rap
Too short
Don't stop that rap
I'm sir too short, i'm that mc
Fresh again, with the beat
I'm the big bank roller, i know whats happening
I get on the mic and i don't stop rapping
Don't stop
I don't stop rapping
Too short
Don't stop that rap
Don't stop rapping
Don't stop that rap
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12. _ Short Rap
Short rap (echo)
Repeat x2
Short rap, is everything
It's what i think, it's what i sing
Cause i'm a rapper, who lets you know
When it comes to music, i will grow
Rap more raps than any mc
Your rap ain't rap cause your rap ain't me
Short rap, is what you find
The mastermind, short rap that rhyme
Too short baby, that's the name
When i rap my rap i rap that game
I tell it to you like you always knew
Short rap's not fake, it's always true
It's me, it's you, short rap is life
It's everyday and every night
And i don't just say it's this and that
It's everything, it's what short rap's
Short rap (echo)
Itz what?
Short rap(echo)
Fresh
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
S-h-o-r-t-r-a-p
Short rap is what i call this beat
Rap that rap like no one else
I'm sir too short all by myself
I make fresh raps without your help
And all i want is fame and wealth
Smooth in the game, just like that
And all you hear me say is rap
Short (echo)
Short rap, is way to hard
Every i stop, it's time to start
Cause what you find, when i say rhymes
Is a non-stop rap, right on time
I'm the kind of person you always thought
Couldn't make a record that would be bought
Sir too short, it couldn't be
Short rap, what's that, short rap is me
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
So so fresh
I like tenders, young and hot
You never hear short say baby why not?
I'm sir too short, i'm so down
Mc rapper from the oakland town
You better get up, short raps a song
It really ain't short, it's much too long
Cause i don't stop, once i start
Short rap, what's that, short rap is art
Took my rap to the neighborhood
From day one too short was good
True mc's make sucka mc's
In my time they rap like me
A brotha said short, he's good as you
Saw me on stage and learned the truth
I was born, to hit the tops
Short rap, i don't stop
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
Short rap has now affected you
Short rap won't stop until i get through
Short rap could knock,
Sucka mc's stop biting on you and start biting on me
And i won't get mad, cause i'm so bad
The rap you have is the rap i had
Now if you want, my new short rap
You can put it in your shorts and bite on that
Sucka mc, you know i'm fresh
A rap in my trash can top your best
Check it out boy, here and now
How will you rap when you don't know how
I wish i could hear you answer that
It just won't work and that's short rap
Try to make you understand
Don't make more raps, just be a fan
Short rap(echo)
Short rap, is it sad or funny
I thought you knew short rap is money
Sucka mc, you don't need help
All you need to do is something else
Cause mc rapper's are all around
And sucka mc's are like bloodhounds
Sniffing away, to find a rhyme
Just quit rapping and you won't rap mine
Short rap, i'm so hard
She got her butter on my candy bar
No time to play, just work and work
I gotta kick back, call me bizurke
Cause that's just all she made me go
Toss it up short, i know you know
Short rap, is everything
Her worst nightmare, her wettest dream
Her mind, her body, short rap is life
She's just a friend, she's not my wife
I wouldn't even let her in my car
And the babe said i'm her lucky star
I'm a fresh young bachelor, i roll caddy
86 her cause she said daddy
But that's not it, it wasn't that
Short rap is life so let me rap
I gotta stop sooner, but i'll stop later
I'm her man, i'm not a player
And i know just what she's thinking of
Sir too short, and all her love
But then she asked for my love back
And all i had was too short raps
I can't lie, i tried to try
Your fun not one, but don't asked why
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
Is everything
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
I don't stop, baby
Short rap, is everything
It's what i think, it's what i sing
Short rap, in stereo
Short is what you think you know
Your rap is fresh, but look at me
I rap more rhymes than any mc
Living so close up on the hill
Short rap won't stop, it never will(echo)
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13. _ Paystyle (bosko & Banks Mix Yo)
Yo kid won't you bust your little freestyle yo?
Say what?
You want me to bust a freestyle?
*chuckling*
I don't even know how to do freestyles main
You know i get paid to rap
Bosko, bring the beat in main (aight)
I been rappin for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now sayin pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went to school
Talkin bout pimp game, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff
Now you're flowin like your name is water
But i'm ten years older and my game is harder
I'm not tryin to say you're out there dissin
I'm just tryin to say homeboy listen
Before you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin other mc's mackin styles
And it's all from head, passin round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
You sound like snoop dogg, then you switched to treach
Bit the pharcyde then a tribe called quest
And you gots no respect for me, is that right?
Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight
And keep rappin, i'm floatin past all the stops
In a clean ass benz i have all the props
Don't need credit from a rapper can you match my visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real trick pleaser
And a too $hort fan, faithfully
When i came to your town she couldn't wait to see me
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
Let me tell you somethin bout a playa named short
Rappers always talk about the way i can't flow
But let me hit the mall with the same mc's
I be signin autographs, spend a gang of g's
While you walkin round broke, nobody knows ya
Lookin like you smoked a whole sack of doja
Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars
Standin in a circle with some wannabe stars
Freestylin, but you ain't original
Say you shootin everything when you sympin those
And to think you could hang with me
I never would spit this game for free
I'm the t-double-o, s-h, o-r-t
I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is gettin bank
Gettin girls, gettin hella dank
I drop my top when it's hot and sunny
You can't talk about me you ain't havin no money
I set trends in the rap and don't doubt me
And care less when other rappers talk about me
I know all you suckers, heard me rap
So hard, i put your momma in my dirty rap
That's right, all night cause she's a damn good trick
Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it
I'm not a no good punk, i coulda dogged your mother
But life is too $hort, so i kept it undercover
Now you're all grown up, with your partners rappin
But old short dawg'll your ass what happened
To a fake mc, who tried to get with me
I ended his career, instantly
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
*long musical interlude*
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
Now ask new york, can too $hort flow
Ask detroit, they'll let y'all know
Then ask philly, can i rap
South side of chicago, who's the mack?
I never ever tripped when you slipped tried to rap about me
Everytime i perform, i make a lot of g's
Cause i'm paid in the underground rap world
Eatin good like two hundred pound fat girls
Every single day at the house what's wrong wichu
Eatin fast food if you only knew
I understand though, cause i been there befo'
Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go
Daydreams, about bein great
It all started back when i was sellin tapes
In eighty-two eighty-three eighty-fo' on up
Waitin still waitin just to blow on up
And when it happened, i still had to wait
I didn't get paid til eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I'm a true blue west coast pioneer
Dr. dre, ice-t, and all the rest
All that money we makin don't fault the west
Cause we ain't the ones who created rap
But when the west coast laid it, we made it fat
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause i don't stop rappin
Bitch!
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14. _ Only The Strong Survive
Yeah man..
It's goin down bitch
Motherfuckers can't be weak
(vocal "only the strong'll survive" repeats in background)
None of that shit
Short dawg is in the house
Ninety-three, bitch
I always heard that you gotta be strong, if you wanna survive
Get your diploma go to college get a nine-to-five
Every year, you're makin 30 g's a pop
Workin see, and you're tied to the white man's jock
Movin out of the ghetto cause it troubles you
Makin payments on a b-m-w
I know you never would settle for the minimum snaps
Have to live in the ghetto where the blacks be at
And send your kids to a school that don't really teach
I give a fuck about a motherfuckin college degree, beeotch!
You think i wanna get cha?
Take you to the motel, and straight raw dick ya?
You must be crazy, smokin that chronic
I take you to the motel, and put my rubber on it
And hope it don't bust, so i can stay alive
Cause only the strong survive, you little shithead bitch
(vocal "only the strong'll survive" repeats in background 4x)
So tell me what it is, man tell me what you want
Not talkin bout the music but we likes to funk
Ain't no such thang as a oakland punk
It don't matter who you are, you'll be _in the trunk_
You come twenty-five deep, or maybe ten
If i let your ass push me, then you push me again
He was six foot four, they used to call him sir
But he was smooth gunned down by a teenage gangsta
No bigger than me, never could be hisself
Always tryin to act like someone else
There just ain't no future for us young black men
Cause we always get killed, or sent to the pen
But even, malcolm x was a ex-convict
And you can bet i won't go fo' it next time bitch!
I'm kinda strong with my bullets in the clip
That's why i never trip, cause only the strong survive
(vocal "only the strong'll survive" repeats in background 4x)
..
(vocal "only the strong'll survive" repeats in background 4x)
You say be a man, let's go toe to toe
But that was like fifteen years ago
They say only the strong, will survive
But brothers be strong, and still they die
But you gotta get around that bullshit
All the things we used to do we can't pull the shit no more
Cause ain't nobody trippin on us
You wanna fight, fuck around and get shot up
See your ass layin there bleedin, losin the fight
All behind a bitch and that shit ain't right
You could, live or die it just doesn't make a difference
Cause everybody knows about your sorry ass simpin for a hoe
I thought you knew, _life is.._
But the punk motherfucker can't handle his
So you weak bizznews ain't no surprise
Cause only the strong survive, bitch
(vocal "only the strong'll survive" repeats in background 4x)
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15. _ It's A Cold Day (the Funk Wit U Nix)
George clinton:
(chorus)
And it's a cold cold cold cold day
For a player
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
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Too $hort:
I got too many girlfriends what am i gonna do?
Play em tell the world ends and always keep a few
When it comes to women i did everything i thought of
Players like me, we never get caught
Who's the next on the list? it's a daily routine dog
She give me short, then she'd take my jeans off at
First she wasn't messing with me told me to lick it
But now she's always sweating me. when we gonna kick it?
Spend some time wit her, i need to come through and hit it
Any time i feel like i want it, i can get it
I'll be here for you, you never wonder were i'm at
So when i come through put the spare key under the mat
When i come in, there ain't no holding back
Just feel what i am doing and roll with that
And even though i admit i can't commit this time
It's cause i got my heart broke at the age of nine
I've been hard core every since i sucked up the game from pimps
You never hear me rap about the same bitch
I never turned a hoe into a housewife
Short dog east oakland in the house right
Chorus 2:
I'm ready to ride, ready to ride, ready to ride
I'm the mothership wish it comes
I'm ready to ride, ready to ride, ready to ride
I'm the mothership wish it comes
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I want to hold yah
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Ay yeeeay i want to hold yah
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I want to hold yah
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I want to hold yah
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Ayyy yeeay
Too $hort:
I thought we was cool like that, why you go behind my back?
Trying to cross me in the game when you know i'm a mack
Can't do that, you all up in my mix
Get the phone book callin all my bitches
You know i don't really care if you interfere
Cause i don't think you know about these real players
If you need a lesson, you better listen up
Cause i don't think you ready for this pimpin stuff
I'm too short baby on the microphone
Since you got no game, i gotta write these songs
To wake you up and get you motivated
I'm about to flip the script and i know your gonna hate it
You can't infatuate my game no more, it's fool proof
So when you try to cross me up, i pull through
Like a solider, cause we fighting a war
Haters against players, who you fighting for?
You all in my business trying to make it theirs
I need to hit you in your face tell you 'mind your own affairs'
I'm sir too short, and i'm knowing just how to be a player bitch
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Too $hort:
Biotch <echoes>
Now if your trying to be a player, do your thing
But if you wanna be in love, it's cool mang
Don't try to be a player when you see that you can't
Let your peers pressuring you into being what you ain't
It's hard to be real in this fake world
Would you result to violence if i take your girl?
Or would you realize she likes me more then you
Our relationship is starting and yours is through
Are you riding on the bench. who you starting for?
Do you have another girl or is your heart broke?
Do you know how to be a player?
Is what they say about me
I'm straight down with the after party, late night freaks.
Belita woods:
She's just a pretty face, and she doesn't even use her own name
She stole it from a magazine
She's just a pretty face
And the words she say ain't coming from her mouth
She stole the can and loves the pot
She's just another pretty face
George clinton:
Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohhhh
Five o'clock i make a run
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16. _ What The Fuck You Gonna Do
those niggas from the south representing shit
And tyring to keep these playa haters off our dick
Never fucking with them loud ass clits and crew
And fucking down busters that be acting rude
Cause these niggas and hoes are some other shit
That like talk behind your back but in your face
They bite your dick thats why i stay tight wit
My crew so what you gonna do when they come
For you
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what the
Fuck you gonna what you gonna do
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what
The fuck you gonna do what you gonna do
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what
The fuck you gonna do what you gonna do
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what
The fuck you gonna do what you gonna do
Now represent you clit muthafucka and if you dont then you
Must be a busta
So represent you clit muthafucka and if you dont then you
Must be a busta
Now put yo middle finger up mothafucka
Now put yo middle finger up mothafucka
Now drop them balls on them muthafukin suckas
Now drop them balls on them muthafukin suckas
Now get crunk muthafuka get crunk
Now get crunk muthafuka get crunk
Now get drunk muthafuka get drunk
Now get drunk muthafuka get drunk
Now tell them hoes to drop they clothes
And cut something for the muthafukin d low
Now tell them hoes to drop they close
And cut something for the muthafukin d low
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what the
Fuck you gonna what you gonna do
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what
The fuck you gonna do what you gonna do
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what
The fuck you gonna do what you gonna do
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what
The fuck you gonna do what you gonna do
I dont give a fuck about you benz or your
Light skin bitches i give a fuck who you tell
You dont like this shit the fact still stands you got one girlfriend
And i feel like the whole world's pimp i cant be like
You always acting fake i can tell you how much a real
Mac can make a million dollars aint shit to spend
Ill get some new hoes and hit it again
So dont tell me what you wish for you want to be
Kept by a rich hoe bitch ass nigga im trying to hit me
A lics you better pay me right now if she wants some
Dick i told you got the game from the old niggas
Every time i park my car come the gold diggas
With the easy pussy sign on display if you looking fo
Some money dont come this way
You couldnt be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like that with pete
I be fucking hoes every day of the week biatch
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what the
Fuck you gonna what you gonna do
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what
The fuck you gonna do what you gonna do
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what
The fuck you gonna do what you gonna do
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what
The fuck you gonna do what you gonna do
Now i dont give a fuck bout'yo phone book and all them
Pictures chillen at the club with all them bitches
Lying on your dick save yo drama got my eye on yo
Bitch and yo baby mama cause you snosen
You know the rules pimp yo bitch is choosen
You bout' to lose them yell it ¡°get yo ass in the car bitch¡±
But im much too fast with this hard dick
Show thug who you bought it just cant be
Yo bitch sucked me fucked me and then she thanked me
I know the whole story you aint serving it right
I probably stop by and put some work in tonight
You couldnt be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like that with pete
I be fucking hoes every day of the week
I know you couldnt be a better playa than me
Even if you rolled in luxury
I know you smoke cold in that
Top notched freak you never could
Be a better playa than me biatch
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what the
Fuck you gonna what you gonna do
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what
The fuck you gonna do what you gonna do
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what
The fuck you gonna do what you gonna do
What the fuck you gonna do nigga what the what
The fuck you gonna do what you gonna do
Now whats up fucked nigga whats up
Now whats up fucked nigga whats up
You going up for it nigga get it buff
You going up for it nigga get it buff
You boys done lippin now you stoke
You boys done lippin now you stoke
Aint got no pistol on yo ass so you fucked
Aint got no pistol on yo ass so you fucked
You wanna run like a muthafukin bitch
You shouldnt of been no muthafukin snitch
You wanna run like a muthafukin bitch
You shouldnt of been no muthafukin snitch
My nigga trigga figga started itch
My nigga trigga figga started itch
You shoulnt of been no muthafukin bitch
You shoulnt of been no muthafukin bitch
Now i don't give a fuck if you fuck the richest bitch on earth
You could be a gigalo it couldn't get more worse
Cause i'm a playa from way back taught by the best
You all hated to say that ya'll show like the rest
Ya'll half steppin little dick wanna be dick willy's
You got a bad case of the silly's
In the studio you make believers
In real life you more or like the cape crusaders
Rushing to the scene to save them hoes
Every time they come across them crazy folks
You cuff em hurry up and get them to safety
But sooner or later tha bitch gotta face me
Cause i put the game down from the start
And you aint nuthin but a dumb ass mark
Do yo thang and watch me do mine
Get the bitch on the phone and lets see whos lyin- nigga
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