Dont Fight The Intro
Say, hoe...yeah! you...
Can I ask you a question?
Can you get in where you fit in, bitch?
Get mad if you want, I wont front
Cause I got a new tape and its full of bumps
So roll you raps over they all out-dated
Too $hort, baby, comin straight x-rated
Oakland funk is all on this tape
You heard seven get ready for eight
Thats right, bitch,
$hort said eight of them
Dont belive me?
Start countin while I name them
Dont stop rappin
Girl, thats your life
Talkin about smokin that glass-pipe
Players? was the wickedest
And thats the realler
But I still came hard on coke-dealers
Raw, uncut & x-rated? born to mack? life is...too $hort? is where I first went platinum
$hort dogs in the house? came next
And $horty the pimp? makes seven, bitch...
And it dont stop to the beat, baby...
Get in where you fit in, bitch!
song performed by by Too Short
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Nobody Does It Better
Funky fresh on the microphone
Too $hort
Too $hort
[ verse 1 ]
See, Im fresh like always, Im comin at you
And you know I wont stop till Im through
So get on it. now is the time
Too $hort, baby,s gonna spit that rhyme
At you, cause Im jammin, so check me
I play the music, even made the beat
Cause Im the most rappin, most rhymin
Rollin in a drop-top straight high-sidin
On you, boy, Im poppin the most
I come from oakland, dont play me close
Cause Im a player, love to play this game
I get funky out here, pumpin the name
Too $hort, the one and only, I just rock it
Fat bankrolls in my pocket
Call me the dirty rapper, Ill say, sure
But Im a young black entrepreneur
Im an mc, right? I own a company too
Programmed the drums and made the groove
So when you look in my face you see a wealthy man
I hope its not hard for you to understand
Im the businessman, its not the same
Im treated like a dope dealer runnin the game
And you wonder why I cant get no peace
Im makin more than the chief of police
Im
Too $hort
[ verse 2 ]
Now that Ive established one fact
I came here to rap
You got a choice to make about me
Can I get busy, are my raps too weak?
Boy, youre too grown, dont say Im borin
Just because you know I come from californ-
Ia where many rappers get no respect
Im at home in a tape deck
I get played and played until its all played out
Sucker mcs come to my house
They want a contract, get signed up
But like toys they need a good wind-up
Then the other suckers, sayin no names
Rap on the mic and use new york slang
Even though we dont talk like that out here
The point Im tryina make comes out so clear
You want paper or plastic, visa or cash?
You wanna burn rubber, gonna step on the gas
Now nip, dip, roll the strip
Gonna take your mind on a serious tip
Like always I made the beat funky
I keep your head bouncin like a dopefiend junkie
I got to say it before I break
I never rap fake
Cause im
Too $hort
[ verse 3 ]
See, Im fresh like always, no sweat
Its time to jump back in the mix and get
On it, now is the time
Too $hort, baby,s gonna spit that rhyme
I sell records everyday
And still I get no radio play
I got homies, they love my beat
So you hear me all over the streets
A tape rhymes with bass, I make it deep
The kinda tape youll always keep
So if you lose it, youre not my mamas son
It aint free, go and buy another one
Like a costume party on halloween
Mcs pop up on the scene
So you made a record, I saw your poster
Im still harder than you, boy, look closer
Wont say whos best, I just tell you the truth
Youre not makin money, so it couldnt be you
So if that leaves me, too $hort, baby
I keep it in tune like do-re-mi
With a strict rap tempo, bassline simple
Take that, its a too $hort rap
Its on you, boy, Im poppin the most
I come from oakland, dont play me close
Cause im
Too $hort
[ verse 4 ]
Nobody does it better
Tell you, nobody does it better than too $hort
I take a limousine to the airport
Fly first class, never ever last
Cause a brother like me, I pay cash
Twinkle, twinkle, star in the night
Dont look now, but Im shinin bright
I know you wanna hear my triple x
Foul language, girls and sex
Well, Im gonna tell you bout livin the life
Stayin in school and not smokin the pipe
Its hard to be a rich man, dont you know?
When you drop out of school and start smokin dope
It goes d-u-m-b
Youre lookin for some d?
Then start tweakin, its goin on
You dont like it? well, play another song
I got rhymes, you wanna hear?
I sing em every day of the year
You try to get it, you think you got it
I hope you like it, cause you sure cant stop it
This rap is so funky fresh
Too $hort, baby, in the flesh
And if you ever say Im through
So what? Im makin more than you
Cause im
Too $hort
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I Aint Trippin
I was told not long ago
Too $hort dont 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 dont stop!
Like royal park, like plymouth rock
First street and sunnyside
Like sobrante park and brookefield
East oakland, yeah, thats right
5 years ago I continued to rock
And if you havent 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 aint trippin on you...
I aint trippin, keep on talkin
You think Im 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, thats 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 aint trippin but the word went out
Sir too $hort was through
Cant really say where it all began
So ima blamin it all on you
Everybody use to say
Too $hort dont stop that rap!
Now everytime you see my face
You say Im smokin crack
Oakland, california, I heard it all before
Im makin big bank now, rockin the crowd
I aint trippin no more...
Now Im back on top again
I still dont stop that rap
Everytime I grab the mic
My bankrolls gettin fat
Freaky tales took care of that
You know Im comin up
Cause everytime you see my face
Im 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 whos on my tip?
You said I just got out of jail
Jumped right back on that pipe
Your sisters boyfriend told you, man
Im smokin every night
Then you came to my show
And stood there so damn bold
You said too $hort, man, you smoking
And Im standin here dreamin gold
I aint trippin no more
Really aint 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 aint trippin...
song performed by by Too Short
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Mack Attack
Its a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is too $hort baby, I dont play that jack
Im from the dangerous crew, and I tell you its true
Everything they say about playboy too
Im $hort dog, aint nothing nice
I drink g-juice and wouldnt cut it with ice
>from the eastside baby, oakland town
Cant understand why Im so down?
Im not a whitewall, Im a vogue
Like a zenith wire wheel I roll
Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
It was everything you wanted cause I cant be weak
Yeah baby thats it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my dj fresh on wax
Put it on the turntable, I got taps
It started burning up, wires smoking
Had to be the sound coming straight from oakland
$hort dog, its a mack attack
My name is too $hort baby, I dont play that jack
One young tender lost all hope
Slapped her in the face with my dunkey rope
Another young sucker tried to front my staff
Saw it on his face when they broke him in half
It was the dangerous crew, and I tell you its true
Everything they say about playboy too
When I say my rhymes, Im never fake
When you start my beat, thats when I break
On you, and it dont stop, and it dont stop, and it wont stop
Cause Im too $hort baby on the microphone and Im macking
Im not a wannabe pimp, I never simp
Since I started walking I had this limp
It was a cool type walk, just like me
The too s-h-o-r-t
I might be young, but I spit this game
I start it with p, and it ends the same
If your brain is lame, remember the name
When its too $hort baby, aint nothing plain
Dangerous music on the microphone
Makes you wanna break your hip bone
Might break your leg, or maybe your back
Grooving to hard to my mack attack
Its really not easy, you know its hard
Sort of just like my gangster car
You know what I mean, vern? its like funny
I mack legit and make all the money
See my capital t on my diamond ring
We hook up the beat and love to swing
So while youre out there grooving back and forth
I want you to scream out sir too $hort (sir too $hort!)
Dont stop that rap (dont stop that rap!)
And its just like that
Get buy girls, while I rap
I make big money, that aint no crap
When I grab that mic, and spit my rhymes
I gotta have an 8 or 909 beat
So I can rock you all night long, shes
On my tip, she love my song, he
Tried to do it but did it wrong, freaks
Want to get my all alone, but Im macking
I finally got a chance to grab my pen
And make another rhyme so I can make more ends
Its a rush production, not the beat
I rushed it out the studio and hit the street
Now Im rocking one more time
Young girls love my too $hort rhyme
But that big fat girl better let that go
Before I point right at her say ho!
Im riding drop-top caddy, I dont dip fake
I step on the gas then I hit the break
Do it again as I catch the beat
Youre feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white capezio
Had my 501s, five dunkey ropes
Couldnt be saved by john the pope
The m, a, c and k, from oakland, california
Im too $hort baby, no I dont play, Im macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
You know it looks good in those pants
So damn good, I had to glance
Now Im macking
See this gold? I bought it all
Now every night you young freaks call
You see my car? its my best friend
So it you touch, youll meet your end
Time will tell, just keep it cool
Dont play that game, dont be no fool
Ill burn rubber all down your block
You know what I want so keep the door unlocked
Im coming in baby, dont waste no time
Its a mack attack, and now youre mine
Dangerous music is what it seems
The reason this floor just met those jeans
I was running the game all in your ear
Youre talking bout love to a stone cold player
Girl look good and wanna have that sex
Took another look and wanted to break that neck
Its a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is too $hort baby, I dont play that jack
Im from the dangerous crew, and I know its true
The only thing youll say about playboy too
Is Im macking
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Dead Or Alive
I heard there was a rumor too $hort was dead
Walked in the house and got shot in the head
I know you dont believe it, if you do youre wrong
How can I die and rock it all night long?
Im too $hort baby, spit that rap
I put oakland, california on the map
Its so hard, got you telling lies
Cant hold me back so you say I died
Its incredible, I came back to life
I never let em bury me without my mic
I keep breathing, dont stop that breath
Now everybodys talking about too $horts death
Am I a zombie, or something close?
Im not casper, I mack all the ghosts
Oaktown style is the only way
I catch a new freak every day
Its not the yellow brick road, its called the foothill strip
Stand on your toes, make your heels go click
Three times, its no place like home
So why you wanna bury me all alone
I bring a new meaning to underground rap
Dead or alive, Im still born to mack
Always on the pop charts, straight rapping
Im not dead, Im just macking
So as the word turns, Im a living soul
I even heard a rumor that I overdosed
Im not a reincarnation of something old
Like king tut I was buried in gold
Why you wanna cry when Im still living?
Word got out and the rumors started spreading
My momma, called one night
Said todd, are you all right?
The whole familys got the too $hort blues
I heard it last night on the evening news
And thats bad, its not even true
I told my momma like this lets sue
So many times, I heard I died
I guess Im like a cat and I got nine lives
Well Im the p-l-a, y-e-r
I lay bunnies, like hugh heffner
Im her flavor, kinda saucy
I lay back and let the young freak toss me
Even if she dont like serving a pimp
Im still living, so lets do it again
I keep rapping, hard as hell
Cause your rumors make my records sell
If you continue, Ill soon be rich
Riding around town going biiiitch!
People always say too $hort cant rap
Now I drive a benz and my bank is fat
Its like crap, put a c on a rhyme
Aint nothing left homie but a scandalous crime
Im the best damn rapper you could ever hate
Say I died on the freeway in the earthquake
Say Im washed up, say Im through
But the fact still stands Im better than you
You got rhymes? well I got more
I take you on a trip to my rappin store
You find rhymes and raps, poems and caps
Way more raps than any rapper could rap
Cause if you rap like me, he wouldnt have to be
Weak on the mic like my boy mc
It dont stop, to the funky beat
I know you like dancing with a real big freak
I cant dance, but I sure can rhyme
I sold a million, in 89
And if you didnt know baby, its the 90s now
Old short dog got a new breakdown
I went to mikos, fresh candy paint
Now Im doing things that the suckers cant
If I was dead, theyd call it dead mans rap
But on the real, short dog is back
Funk funky, off the parliament
Im still living, so lets do it again
Its incredible, even if I die
I never let em bury me without my mic
I bring a new meaning, to underground rap
Dead or alive, Im still born to mack
I say whats up to my homies in santa rita
Right about now I know you need a
Too $hort rhyme to get you through the day
Oaktown style is the only way
I came up, and now Ive sworn
To rock this mic til I cant no more
And thats game, straight pop the most
Mc rapper from the west coast
Too $hort, dead or alive
I still chill on the eastside
Cause I remember how it all began
House parties in east oakland
Now its on the pop charts, still rapping
Im not dead, Im just macking
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Oakland
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 its so fresh (oakland)
Its called the big bad o, city of players on the go
You gotta have trues and vogues (oakland)
Baby, thats my town, when all the tops come down
Youll 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 its the tip
Dont stop dipping til I quit (oaktown)
Trues and vogues on my car, baby Im a star
Im playing at players park (oakland)
Everybody on the floor, do you really want some more?
Well 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 its 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 its so fresh (oakland)
Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) oakland (get on down)
Straight from the west, oakland is the best
Baby its so fresh (oakland)
Drop tops roll down the strip, baby thats the tip
Dont stop dipping til I quit (oakland)
Trues and vogues on my car, baby Im a star
Im playing at players park (oakland)
Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) oakland, get down
Oakland, oaktown, oakland, oh-oh-oh-oaktown
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In The Oaktown
(verse 1):
You hear me talking you know Im from the o-a-k
I tell it like it is and thats the only way
Im the m the a the c the k I write my rhymes everyday
Now all you one-rap rappers what are you doin
I got so many raps so just go right thru em
My name is short but I rap long rhymes
Hand me your mic I do it all the time
Now could you be like me I hate to say it
Its like comparin mickey ds and quick ways
You only got 3 stores I got the whole wide world
I get beeps everyday from your favorite girl
But Im such a dog I never call tha freak
Hit it once and she was just too weak
At my house I keep finer things
The candy paints, got her sprung on my diamond rings
She could live like a queen if she was miss too $hort
Have 2 babies, get child support
But at this point she gets nathin from me
I aint fakin it, freak, Im just makin the beat
So dont dance, ride the strip
All day long playin too $hort hits
Pop in the tape and start ridin
Silly young freak who started sidin
In the oaktown
(chorus):
Oaktown , oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
In the oaktown
Oaktown , oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown , oak-oak-oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown
(verse 2):
See Im a true mc, Im not a mc fool
Im just rich and famous and way too cool
I get paid to rhyme and I do mean gz
You dont like my raps dont buy em please
I give you no refund cause my bass is phat
Make it hit so hard just like a punch in the back
Its that dopefiend beat got my rap on your plate
Tryin to bite my style and make a demo tape
Now could you be like me or someone else
Bass hittin hard like the freaky tales
Oaktown style it goes just like this
If you never heard me rap dont trip
Cause I hit the scene with my homie too clean
We slap hands like a tag team
Some people say they dont like cali raps
People like that must be smokin that crack
I rhyme good its been 10 long years
Gettin sick of all that stuff I always hear
Too $hort cant rap, hes from the westcoast
Between me and you patna I sell the most
So lets take it to the stage and dont get scared
Cause me and too clean, we come well prepared
They call me playboy short, and the girls I play
Every single day
In the oaktown
(chorus): till the end
song performed by by Too Short
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Love's A Bitch
Oh!...oh!
Loves got me by the ass again
I've been in love since I don't know when
I keep a-runnin' and I don't know why
Love's givin' me a crock of lies
Out of breath and I'm out of time
Misery is a ruff fight
Love's a bitch, baby
Love's a bitch, yes it's crazy
Love's a bitch, baby
Love's a bitch, yeah it's crazy
Love's a bitch!
Like a cat with diamond eyes
Love's power it can hypnotize
Done me in (ha)
More than twice
She'll make you think that it's over night
Your all alone in a room that's wrong
Your body shakes
Your feet are cold
Love's a bitch, baby
Love's a bitch, yeah it's crazy
Love's a bitch, baby
Love's a bitch, yes it's crazy
Love's a bitch! (whoa, ooh ooh, yes it is)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Such a bitch (oh)
Don't you wait, don't stand still
Gotta keepa movin' or you'll pay the bill
Go by car, go by train
You gotta keepa runnin' or you'll feel the pain
Keepa runnin', keepa runnin'
Love's a bitch, baby
Love's a bitch, yes it's crazy
Love's a bitch, bitch, bitch, baby
Love's a bitch, it's crazy
Love's a bitch! (NO!)
It's a bitch!!!!
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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It's A Cold Day
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
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
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
Chorus 1:
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
Ay yeeeay i want to hold yah
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
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
Chorus 2:
Chorus 1:
Too $hort:
Biotch
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
Chorus 1
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Burn Bitch Burn
Well its out of the fryin pan and into the fire
You bent over, baby, and let me be the driver
Just a cut of pink, wouldnt believe me if I told you
But this time you bit off more than you can chew
My my, yeah, just listen to this, babe
I got nasty habits, its a fine line, so many girls and so little time
When love rears its head, I wanna get on your case
Ooh baby, wanna put my log in your fireplace, maybe baby, you wanna get played
Burn bitch burn, oooh, burn bitch burn, oooh
Burn bitch burn, oooh, burn bitch burn
Well its an act of thrust and anyway you slice it
No sticks and stones, no kicks and groans can hide it
So why kid yourself, its so cut and dry
Your bodys condemned, and figures dont lie
Gonna cover my class, wont sit up and beg
Gotta keep my tail between my legs
Youre cuttin off your nose to spite your face
Ooh babe, gonna put you in your place
So burn bitch burn, oooh - well the heels are stacked now
Burn bitch burn, oooh - and theres nothin you can do
Burn bitch burn, oooh - so dont burn your bridges
Burn bitch burn - were all through, we are all through baby, so just burn
Well the heels are stacked against you
Dont burn your bridges, were all through
Hey babe and theres nothin you can do
Burn bitch burn, oooh - and theres nothin you can do babe
Burn bitch burn, oooh - were all through
Burn bitch burn, oooh - ooh burn, burn my baby
Burn bitch burn, oooh - yeah
(repeats out)
song performed by by Kiss
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Short Dogs In The House
Moving up! east oakland, yeah thats right (repeat 4x)
Oakland, california, west coast life
You either play the game or you smoke the pipe
I became a rapper at the age 14
No gold ropes, no diamond rings
But look at me now, 10 years later
Ask any mc if I rap greater
See Im known in fresno, even the big o
>from san diego to sacramento
Theyll tell you yes, wherever you go
And I bet my life wont one say no
Aint nothing like a too $hort fan
I aint tripping, you can play it again
Dont fight the feeling, life is me
I rock shows in nashville, tennessee
It wasnt hee haw, so dont laugh
At the good ol boys getting autographs
In cinncinatti, I know you heard
I got fined for the cusswords
Its true, baby, so so unique
Might slap your man, or just thump your freak
I come to your town, Im not under
I want your name and your telephone number
You think Im faking, but Ill call
We only got one night to do it all
I know baby its such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit another city
Cold macking in the game is all we do
Me and the boys called the dangerous crew
I used to be local til I signed with jive
Too $hort then went nationwide
I went to georgia with the too $hort sound
I went down like bobby brown
I said a rap and they took me to jail
Pulled out my bank, and made bail
This is my story, it could not wait
It all started out in the golden state
California, where I was born and raised
I used to play the drum in my younger days
I just hit that beat any way I can
Smooth high-stepping in the marching band
I turned in my drum and I started to rap
Now beats I make, make my bank so fat
Its too $hort, on the mic tonight
Pennsylvania, can you see the light?
>from chicago, to indiana
>from mississippi, to alabama
Louisiana, even texas
Females, call me sexist
But dont they love it, you know me
Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me
Like engine, engine, number 9
Homies run a train, standing in line
If that train jumps off the track
Then my brother you will catch the clap
>from colorado, to arizona
All the way back home to california
In chatanooga, they know the tip
Short dog in the house, Im that flip
Getting clip, or playing pool
I cant help it Im so damn cool
Call me dog or leave me alone
Im riding in a caddilac fleetwood chrome
With too clean, behind the wheel
Im riding shotgun, rapping for real
Total boss in the back, give me superside
They like to roll em fat cause you know we ride
To the beat yall, and it dont stop
It goes on cause I dont stop rapping
Now you know, nothing but the dog in me
You make love to me and I still act stingy
Oh should I pay you? you must be tripping
I didnt buy you and I sure aint renting
I said I love you cause you gave me head
I didnt love you when we got out the bed
If I could love you, you know I would
But what you giving, aint all that good
A little southern hospitality
Youd better try to get away from me
I love money, and I just cant fake it
I go to magic city and the girls dance naked
Im somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But Im living like an oaktown mack
Im in the house yall, Im like ? peeser? yall
Rat heads get nothing but cheese, yall
Or get slapped, put up your dukes
I kick you in your ass with my nike boots
Some rappers try to be just like too $hort
Can hang with the dog, youd better stay on the porch
In minnesota, virginia beach
Wisconson, I got freaks
Atlanta, little rock
Louisville, it dont stop
Kansas city, missouri
I rock the house in east st. louis
Detroit, its like oakland
Its a black thing, and Im a black man
To all my brothers in the u.s.a.
Too $hort baby dont even play
Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat
I cross the bridge and hit 3rd street
Years ago, I rocked that joint
I say whats up to my homies from hunters point
We go a long way back, its always been like that
In the days that short dog was so young at the rap
Im in the house!
Moving up! east oakland, yeah thats right (repeat 4x)
song performed by by Too Short
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She's A Bitch
She's a bitch
I once loved her but now I hate her
I once was sad to think of her dying but now I really dont give a shit
because She's a bitch
I can't believe I actually listened to her bullshit
I can't believe I tried to commit suicide over her ass
Shes a bitch
I don't know what I though about her that was so special
Shes a bitch
She will deceive you
She will make you feel loved
Until shes finished with you
Shes a bitch
She despises love
She hates the sound of it
Because shes a cold hearted bitch
What else would you expect
She seemed so perfect
Until her flaws started showing through
She seemed so loving
Until I found out the truth
Shes a bitch
The ones who seem so perfect
Are the ones that you really need to stay away from
Shes a bitch
Even thou shes a bitch
Shes my bitch
and thats the end of it.
poem by Brandi Young
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Paystyle
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!
song performed by by Too Short
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Short But Funky
Verse 1:
Life is too short but now its kind of funky
I make the beats for me and my homies
Newspaper reporters and others always ask me
Why Im x-rated and I rap so nasty
When I was a teen I did nothing else
But pick up a pen and express myself
The things I wrote were obsene and kind of dirty
But mama always said the truth couldnt hurt me
She also said that it would set me free
I guess she was r-i-g-h-t on the nail
Cause now Im out making my mail
It all started out from a freaky tale
If thats what sells then Im a stick with it
Short dog aint changing, so forget it
You can sell out if you want to, homie
But Im a stay short but funky
Verse 2:
Dont stop, just call it verse two
Its short dog baby from the dangerous crew
Not your average everyday fake rap on the micro
I might say something that your mother dont like so
Dont play it loud if shes around to see
But you can play this cause its rated pg
When Im rated x Im just having my fun
I bring a smile to each and every one
But theres a serious side in everything I say
Life is too short for you to wait til the next day
Just straighten up your life and you can start right here
Drop the cocaine and the bottles of beer
People always say it aint right to preach
But take my advice, get wise and reach for the sky
So you can live like a king homie
And Im a stay short but funky
Verse 3:
You never catch me on the mic rappin a dance tune
I like it kind of mellow with the sound of the bass boom
The style is mine, Ive been doing it for ten
You might say its simple, but Im making my ends
See I dont trip on a punk cause I jack him
Too $hort plus the cuss words equals platinum
What would I look like dancing on a stage
I wave my hand and do it like the old days
But some dumb fool want to take it out of hand
With 50 million dancers and a big old band
That aint me, Im from the old school
Play the instrumental, get the mic and Im cool
Cause Im an oaktown mack and its like that, so
It all comes out in my records and my stage show
In my category Im the one and only
And Im a stay short but funky
Hey yo, thats it
Baby jesus
Dog baby from the dangerous crew
song performed by by Too Short
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What a Bitch You Are
What a bitch you are,
Your bitch ass said you
Loved me but you were only
using me to get a car.
What bitch you are
You had me waste two years of my life
With your fake ass promises that one day I’d be your wife.
What a bitch you are
When I wanted loving instead of you
Scream my name. Your bitch ass would rather play a fuckin’ video game.
What a bitch you are
I used to clean and cook for you,
But instead of appreciating it you complained that I was smothering you.
What a bitch you are,
To leave me for that no good ho’
You to stupid to realize that all she wants is your doe.
What a bitch you are,
Call me and hanging up
Just because you are jealous that
I now got a good man.
who loves me for who I am.
Now don’t get twisted
You are no longer in my heart
I just wanted to tell you what a bitch you are.
The Bitch Is Back
(e. john, b. taupin)
Producer:
Album: two rooms - celebrating the songs of elton john and bernie taupin (91)
I was justified when I was five
Raising cane, I spit in your eye
Times are changing, now the poor get fat
But the fevers gonna catch you when the bitch gets back
Eat meat on friday thats alright
Even like steak on a saturday night
I can bitch the best at your social dos
I get high from the speaking bout the things I do
Im a bitch, Im a bitch
Im a bitch and Im back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch
cause Im better than you
Its the way that I move
The things that I do
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul by dropping names
I dont like those, my god, whats that
Oh its full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back
Im a bitch, Im a bitch
Im a bitch and Im back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch
Im better than you
Its the way that I move
The things that I do
song performed by by Tina Turner
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Interactive
Are u ready?
Picked up my paper 2day
Give u one guess what they say
Now we got 2 learn how 2 play
Interactive
Another cross in need of a road
Another loop in need of a hole
Another body in need of a soul
Interactive
Aint that a bitch?
Chorus:
Tell me what 2 do and Ill do it
I dont care just as long as we get 2 it
Up and down, around and all through it
Baby, baby, baby, lets do it
Interactive
Everything u got is so hot (interactive)
Bend me over what choice I got (interactive)
Neck and neck with u I am not
Interactive
Ahh, hey there baby, hook me up into your box
No no, I dont need the keys 2 the lock
Call me outta of luck laughin stock
Interactive
Oh, aint that a bitch?
Chorus
(as long as we get 2 it, 2 it, 2 it)
Yeah, yeah
I work twice as hard (interactive, interactive)
2 follow u no matter how far
2 u Im probably worth no more than the strings on this guitar
Aint that a bitch?
Ow!
Interactive
Oh, oh
One more, one more
song performed by by Prince
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Wonder Milky Bitch
This is the story of a country girl
Back in town from her country house
She came to me with her muddy boots
She destroyed all my carpet
You know how to do it
Wonder milky bitch
You never wear cosmetic
You dont like arithmetic
You know how to do it
Wonder milky bitch
Tasting,touching,swallowing me
Drinking me like bloody mary
You know how to do it
Wonder milky bitch
You dont wear cosmetic
You dont like arithmetic
You know how to do it
Wonder milky bitch
Tasting,touching,swallowing me
Drinking me like bloody mary
Wonder milky bitch
Wonder milky bitch
Wonder milky bitch
Wonder milky bitch
song performed by by Air
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Have A Look
Mm, yeah, yeah, mm
Never thought that youd be mine.
I just stayed there to be kind.
Now you say that youre leaving me,
Well I dont really care,
I have other things on my mind.
Then when you tell me to just get out,
Well this isnt just your house.
Well I thought I sort of told you,
I guess you didnt listen baby.
Now that Im looking for your time,
Just to see if Im on your mind,
I think were really over now.
I saw your girlfriend,
You and her seem to be fine.
Now that we are through,
I realise I want you.
I try to get you back,
But you dont need me.
Baby, what you thinking now baby?
Ooh baby, have a look, have a look,
Look at me.
Baby, what you thinking now baby?
Ooh baby, I took a change now,
Baby, baby, baby, baby.
I know, I know that Ive done somethings wrong.
I never left cause I wasnt strong.
Now that were over,
I dont think that I could even go on.
Well Ive changed my naughty ways.
Well, Im telling you Ive changed.
Just come back and stop the crap.
Work it out with me.
Well now that we are through,
I realise I want, I want you.
I try to get you back,
But you dont need me.
Baby, what you thinking now baby?
Ooh baby, have a look, have a look,
Look at me.
Baby, what you thinking now baby?
Ooh baby, I took a change now.
Baby, baby, baby, baby.
I changed my mind,
I really changed everything that I had.
Im even walking towards you now,
And you wont look at me,
And Im feeling really used up.
Yeah, Im getting really mad about it.
I changed everything for you,
And only for you.
You wont even look at, look at me.
Oh yeah,
Look at me.
Yeah.
I know you told your friends Im a bitch.
And when we were together,
I didnt care a bit.
But now that were over,
I am trying hard
To make you see that I exist.
Well, its a fact.
I need you,
I want you back.
Just change your mind, and well be fine,
Work it out with me.
Now that we are through,
I realise I want you more.
I try to get you back,
But you dont need me,
Baby, what you thinking now baby?
Ooh baby, have a look, have a look,
Look at me.
Baby, what you thinking now baby?
Ooh baby, I took a change now.
Baby, baby, baby, baby.
Baby, what you thinking now baby?
What you think now baby?
Have a look, have a look,
Look at me,
Baby
Marjac productions
Dream dealers pty ltd
David platz music
1999
song performed by by Vanessa Amorosi
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Irresistible Bitch
{b-side of lets pretend were married}
Let him sing
Turn it down a little
Every friday night I call your butt up on the phone
A deeper voice answers and says youre not at home
Now if u think that Im a fool wholl go 4 any line
Then honey, put down all your money, u win every time
Irresistible bitch
I love the way u walk
Irresistible bitch
I love the way u talk
Irresistible bitch
And I really dig the way u kiss
Irresistible
Oh mama, I wish I could resist
All my partners ask me why I take so much abuse
Why am I so faithful, honey? why are u so loose?
They say why am I the one who never gets to take u home?
But they dont know the things u do 2 me when were alone
Irresistible bitch
I love the way u walk
Irresistible bitch
I love the way u talk
Irresistible bitch
I really dig the way u kiss
Irresistible
Oh mama, I wish I could resist
Hurt me, hurt me
Stole all my honey
Played it off like it was a joke
Youre stealing all my honey, baby, keep u by my side
Bleed me till Im broke.
Sugar
Hell if I know why I let u drive my car
Dont I know that walking wont get me very far?
Sure I know that crying over u is just in vain
But all things I lose dont add up to all the things I gain
Irresistible bitch
I love the way u walk
Irresistible bitch
I love the way u talk
Irresistible bitch
And I really dig the way u kiss
Aint it a shame? (irresistible)
Oh mama, mama, I wish I could re-
Hurt me!
Stole all my honey
Played it off like it was a joke
Stealing all my honey, baby, keep u by my side
Bleed me till Im broke
Everybody, everybody dance
Everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody dance
Everybody
Irresistible bitch
Irresistible bitch
Everybody, everybody dance
Everybody
Irresistible bitch
Everybody, everybody dance
Everybody
Irresistible bitch
song performed by by Prince
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94 Ho Draft
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps, playaz and hustlahs, welcome to the 1994 hooooooo
Draft.yeah, yeah whats up whats up cuz whats up yeah oh and I could tell you
Today that fellas that we got a very very good draft fo ya all we got ah ladies
Like kim the keeper straight from south gate we got ah tammy she too young
Right now but thats alright the bitch still got some good pussy oh yes she do
Okay also we got vivian the video hos thats been in everybodies videos ya know
What Im sayin (she aint got paid yet) aint never gonna get paid either that
Bitch also we got ah aimee ah that jawjackin bitch from the west side long
Beach ya know what I mean that bitch just be talkin like a mutha funker dont
She? okay then also we got melanie ah from the north side a.k.a yeast, or
Wonder bread, or ah flame on her junior high name, (burn baby burn) man she had
Cala? ? ? ?
song performed by by Warren G
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