1.Can't Stay Away(Can't Stay Away)
Intro：
Yeah thats right baby
You rolling to the sounds of too $hort
Album #11 (just can't stay away)
You knew i couldn't stay away (can't stay away)
Dedicated to the funk baby
Thats how we do this, we been doing this
Verse one：
So i made a new album
Fresh out of retirement
I can't stay away, i'm ready to ride again
I could do it for the money, i'd rather do it for the fans
Break out my old caddy, i'd knew he'd understand
See i don't stop rapping, so how could i retire
I had to re negotate, cause the stakes were getting higher
Lawsuits and jail, partnerships fail
Didn't have a drivers lisence, so i was always making bail
Three years ago i told jive： get my scrill
They gave a nigga millions with the same shit deal
You know i gotta live so i might as well learn
I'd be the first motherfucker to tell you i got burned
So i retired, started all over again
I put the game down like an oakland pimp (oakland pimp)
And now i get payed like the nba
First class on that ass,every game we play
Fuck your attitude bitch, you ain't hurting me
I'm felling to cool, i'm rolling three times barkley
You can get your ass out and walk home
I'll find another young broad and get my fuck on
So please don't trip, in my cadillac bitch
Maybe some other time cause i ain't having that shit
Right now i'm about to lean to the left
Wipe that frown off your face bitch i mean what i said
I'm bout to bump this beat, i'm wasting time talking
Keep fucking with me and they goin find their ass walking
I'm to the next level, but i keep on rapping
This shit i be doing just ain't suppose to happen
What you know about the motherfuking east side connection
Hitting backstreets in my motherfucking oldschool flexing
Niggas on the eastside we ain't no punks
Made em get four way stop signs and speedbumps
Always highspeed chasing everyday and night
They call me $ir too $hort bitch you better say it right
I had to look past rap music and r＆b
I be a leader and watch this niggas follow me
I could be 40, album 15 it wouldn't matter
I probably got way more rhymes then all you rappers
I know i got more songs then you ever made
I stayed on the charts and i stayed paid
So don't come around me bragging bout the shit you achieved
Cause i know excalty what you and me need
To be in two different places all the time
I ain't concerned with yours so stay the fuck up out of mine
I own all my shit so you can't destoy it or enjoy it
Unless i say so and motherfuckers better know it
If you living really good it ain't nuttin but fate
I love to see a new rapper doing something great
When i hear a funky base line i always pay attention
I spit these pimp ass rhymes cause hoes love the way
I mention pimp shit all the time
18 years of making music, i bring square bitches to my house
And watch her straight get loose wit it
Too $hort baby can't never stop funking
I've been doing this for years and i got hella songs that
bumping
All you hang-around-a-long-time, one-hit-havin
Got no love for this rap music, you need to stop rapping
I thought you was jealous of my bitches and cars
But you just mad that your shit ain't hitting like ours
I'm so real about these beats, i tell all my freaks
At the studio, bitch don't bother me
Its all about the funk, live bass
Trinity, mpc, jv-2080, dump some chords with the vintage keys
You hear what i'm saying, learn from my example
Break out the instruments and stay away from the samples
Get your publishing for everything you write
Instead of selling it keep it for the rest of your life
So just take my advice and don't quit
Cause if you do, you won't get shit, beyatch
Outro：
$hort dawg on the motherfucking microphone spitting that real
game
Album # 11, just can't stay away
Its on, once again its on
Too $hort records, in platinum we trust, believe that
2.Ain't No Bitches
Chorus：
Aint no bitches like the ones i got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones i got
When i take 'em to the spot, ya know they all look hot
Like i said homeboy 'all i got is top notch'
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
Verse one：
Im the super player, i got women everwhere
I know you love a square, i dont care
I still get it, anytime i want to
Call her at the house, i think she said 'come through'
Im coming, everytime i see her
Thats what im doing, i cant believe ya
When ya tell me, shes all yours
Cause when i have her on the floor, down on all fours
She said its mine, and thats for sure
If you come around when im near, you gotta go
Cause you dont nothing bout this ballers work
When we was players coming up we knocked all the girls
And now i just go out and take my pick
If you gotta enough game you can take my bitch
I wont hate you, try to clown, i'll put you down
Cause i got women all over this town
Chorus：
Aint no bitches like the ones i got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones i got
When i take 'em to the spot, ya know they all look hot
Like i said homeboy 'all i got is top notch'
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
Verse two：
You couldnt be a betta player then me, you aint got enough game
You couldnt take her from me, you aint even have a chance
Not with me in the picture
You even got the last dance to see what it could gets you
Nothing, broken hearted and lonely
Cause when its over, shes going home with me
Five foot nine short hair big booty
Looking like the leading lady starring in a movie
Fly crib, mercedes benz
She loves niggas like me and my shady friends
And when we hang out, dont count the champagne bottles
Thinking im drunk, i dont play game lotto
I put the game down from the start
And you aint nothing but a dumb ass mark
She started teasing when she saw the red carpet
What did you say nigga 'get ya ass in the car bitch'
Chorus：
Aint no bitches like the ones i got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones i got
When i take 'em to the spot, ya know they all look hot
Like i said homeboy 'all i got is top notch'
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
Verse three：
Hoochies, cheerleaders, groupies, beer drinkers
High class stuck up hoes, that getting real freaky
Laywers, nurses, police women, teachers
If shes a top notch, i keep her
Tall ass models, skinny and shit, big tities, short and thick
All complexions, different nationalities
Pimp game from from east oakland, out to cali
Keep 'em teenage to middle age, is she paid
Cuz if she aint, what can she make
If i see a bad bitch i aint fin away,
Im gonna holla at her, i cant discriminate
Its not about the sex, not all the time,
Cause im trying to get in her mind
Like when ya stand and just stare at the ocean
I help ya manage your emotions, bitch
Chorus：
Aint no bitches like the ones i got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones i got
When i take 'em to the spot, ya know they all look hot
Like i said homeboy 'all i got is top notch'
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
Talking：
Aint no bitches like my bitches, i know ya think ya gotta lotta
hoes nigga
And ya probably do, but theres one fact that'll always be true
You couldnt be a betta player than me nigga
Life is, life is too short, so keep trying nigga keep trying
Numba one, player of the year, player of the decade
Player of the century, player of the mothafucking millenium
And his name is too $hort, bitch
3.Can't Stop
retire!
Verse one： too $hort, eightball
From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I don't stop rappin like my first tapes
When i was broke, i used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, i went on tour with eazy-e (eazy-e)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, i said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now i'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
But ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin vogues
I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
Opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, i thought it'd be my last song
Me, squeaky, flex and j, on saratoga street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but i was makin it
Niggaz like lil' tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the mob circle, writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put ball and g on the map
Nowadays i own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like pizza hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$hort dawg, i don't know why you tryin to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight
The game been good to me, and i know that muhfucka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this
loot
Chorus： too $hort, eightball, mjg
Verse two： mjg, too $hort
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, i paid my dues
Learn how to crawl, before i walk
Then i learned how to tie my shoes
Tryin crime, but it just didn't work for me
Matter of fact it did it worse for me
Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard
It can only do hurt to me
So i sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool
Hell this music thing is all i got, i ain't makin straight a's
in school
And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we isn't
When you raised up, where i come from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where i come from, don't ever learn they
lessons
My first love, even before i had a daughter, or a lady
Was rappin, sweet lyrics, i love you, my baby
Mjg, what you see, on tv, is fame
But the rapper i let loose almost anything, i love this game
I won't stop rappin, i don't stop rappin
I make too much money bitch i can't stop rappin
I live the fast life of a mc
And i sell a lot of records makin pimp beats
I could do a show tonight and make ten g's
Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway
I always, get my dick sucked on the highway
Verse three： eightball, mjg
My way (pimp til i dieee) fuck a hoe
Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this shit is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what i owe
them
But i'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes
So i'ma make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these
hoes
Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po'
Eightball got flow, mjg
Here comes the one they call the p-i, m-p, never will retire
The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get higher
Eightball and mjg, too $hort, we all must be
The pimps of the industry, shit people pretend to be
Fuck so why should we, settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
So i hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga
Chorus
too late
oakland
4.Here We Go(Jd Remix)
Chorus：jermaine dupri
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse one： jay-z
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona
Shit, i need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look lifes a bitch, but im on her
I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards
Up the ave i zip, nigga trying to have shit
Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga 'whateve for the cash, im with'
I dont have step, i leave it in youre averix
Then shoot it it the air, whateva i have left
Outlaw, simply i out draw y'all
Wether clubs or the street, i out ball y'all
Niggas aint ready, i doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas i reroute all y'all
If it aint for the paper i dont show my face up
Make a bet i turn the ace up, $hort and jay, what
Verse two： too $hort
I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe come back
With my scratch, bitch i was born to mack
To uphold the pimping, i was sworn to that
I hear a lot of shit talking when i listen to rap
Only a few mc's get to hang that plaque
On the wall rappers ball, but they dont live phat
Nigga, i doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record deal, i need eighteen wheels
I roll right up in the hood i got tapes for sell
Bitches running in their house they cant wait to tell
Somebody, she got a new too $hort tape
And hes spitting pimp game with his homeboy jay
Chorus： jermaine dupri
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse three： too $hort
Now here they come again the gold diggas trying to get paid,
Wanna trick the old rich niggas, trying to get laid
She'll suck his dick, as soon as she meet him
Dont have to sell a body for me i dont need her
To turn tricks for me, how much you cost bitch？
Im all about large bank deposits
On and off the mic i always set trends
Either you see with bitches, or im rolling with pimps
Brook-laan to oakland, i keep smokin'
Jay-z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I dont fuck with broke hoes and i dont trick
But i'll still rub my big ass dick on her clit
Get her hooked, wanna be mine i need some money
If she aint kicking in all the time she dont want me
Verse four： jay-z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant fuck with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that
So real when we drop this shit its in trouble
When i guess the pair you gotta ship it double
In the independent phenom, y'all minature dons
Wannabe jigga, pops styles and hennessy richa'
When i die, leave my canopy richa'
I put it down hard ever since i entered the pit'cha
Can fuck with me for records to the recreational cent'a
I got it wrapped y'all from the grammys to the back park
Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, oakland, bk, new york
y'all
Be the voice for the streets we supply for years
And go platinum on our most quiet years
Chorus： jermaine dupri
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Chorus repeat 2x
5.More Freaky Tales
Beyotch!
Short dog's in the house, once again with this pimp shit
Chorus：
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that i tell so well
For fifteen years i've been a real player
So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah
Verse 1： too $hort
I met this girl in atlanta
She let a nigga fuck but i still can't stand her
The pussy wasn't good i said 'what's up bitch？
I'm tired of fuckin' can you suck dick？'
She said 'no', but she had another friend
So i switched like a real pimp
Laying on my back with my dick in her mouth
I said 'beyotch!! what you talkin' 'bout？'
She mumbled something, i don't know what she said
Smoking on a joint gettin some bomb-ass head
Bitch said her name was theresa
All on my dick like cheese on pizza
In the a-t-l where the grass is greener
I fucked nina, melina, sabrina and tina
When i first moved out there, i met holly
Five-foot one with a bad ass body
Freaky little bitch she was a gemini
She used to stand up and say 'shoot it in my eye!'
I met another girl went to spellman college
Every day after school i aquired the knowledge
I took her to my house so i could get some
I fucked her real good and made the bitch cum
She was hella limber, said her name was amber
She wouldn't stop screaming, that's all i remember
I had another freak, her name was wendy
When i first met the bitch she said 'please don't pimp me!'
I did it anyway
I'm coming straight from oakland, c-a
Ain't no other way, like my girl shante
She lives in atlanta, but she comes from the bay
Let me hit that hometown pussy on the strimp
Look out for a nigga, treat me like a pimp
You know i can't forget about the strippers
Cinderella with the glass slipper
Top down in the benz ain't spendin' no ends
Fat bag of indo, bring all your friends
It's like lotto, you get a quick pick
Bitches said they heard i had a big dick
So i showed it to 'em, only took one second
Dick rock hard, bitches gettin' nekked
Chorus：
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that i tell so well
For fifteen years i've been a real player
So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah
Verse 2： too $hort
I know another bitch, her name is terri
I lied to the bitch 'it's about time i get married'
I couldn't see me pimpin' her
So i fucked her next door neighbor, jennifer
She had two roommates, cindy and amy
Terri caught me creepin' and said 'nigga don't play me!'
But them hoes liked to freak
I used to send 'em new niggas every other week
I never would tell you all the hoes i fucked
These are the tales, some of this shit i made up
I change the name so i can rhyme and shit
So if it's you, you know the time bitch!
I spent the night with monique in between the sheets
It was her, her girlfriend april and me
I do it on the regular, two at a time
Call it what you want i be a fool wit' mine
Like them texas niggas, i never would change
Like my niggas up in cleveland spit the good game
These hoes recognize when i come in the door
I ain't trickin bitch, so what you want me for？
Like natalie, swearin' up and down i had to be the one
Bitch lets have some fun
I fucked her, you thought i didn't
Short dog's in the house and i keep on pimpin'
So then i fucked the twins, sharon and karen
Went straight for the panties, but they wasn't wearin 'em
Don't ask me who i fucked first, it ain't my fault
In the end, i still got the same results
Chorus：
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that i tell so well
For fifteen years i've been a real player
So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah
Verse 3： too $hort
Hell yeah, i never would forget charlene
We was layin real close like two sardines
Talkin', laughin', kissin' and shit
Next thing i know she started kissin' my dick
You know the rest, before she left i paged mia
I told her 'i got a new freak over here'
She rushed over, i left and when i came back
Them hoes was lickin' cats
They call me 'short' when i'm pimpin', 'dog' when i'm mackin'
Gotta get the money, thats all thats happenin'
She wants to be my love slave, i need some bug spray
To keep these hoes away
I never would tell you all the hoes i fucked
These are the tales, some of this shit i made up
I change the name so i can rhyme and shit
So if it's you, you know the time bitch!
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that i tell so well
For fifteen years i've been a real player
So if you wanna get fucked say hell yeah (hell yeah)
Beyotch!
And it don't stop
Old school short dog
Still spittin' it
Still gettin' it
Gettin' that money
Eastside baby, oakland
You ain't knowin？
Beyotch!
6.You Might Get G'eed
7.Good Life
Yeah, we balling baby
(as we proceed to give you what we need) thats right
Oh you dont know, we gonna tell you how it is
Chorus：
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
Verse one：
You thought it was a fad, you really cant understand rap
How these young playas come up and live fat
Big houses, cars, watch the homies bubble
Do a lot of good but cant stay out of trouble
？？ cause hes the president, he bought a lot of stuff you could
never get
Take us to the game you wanna see my bus,
But all the little kids wanna be like us
When they get home, and turn the tv on,
Its too $hort baby on the microphone
I see a lot of styles when im watching videos
Looking at the backround talking at the hoes
Then they r and b cats incorporated rap into their program
(what happened to the slow jams)
We dropping platinum, numba one, bitch, thats how its done
Chorus：
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
Verse two：
Lil homie went to school everyday, knew what he wanted
Wa'nt trying to be a thug wa'nt trying to get blunted
It was all a dream, but theres certain things
You gotta do, like do good in school
His best friend wouldnt listen didnt make good grades
Coach kicked him off the team wouldnt let 'em play
So he stopped going to school and started hangin with some g's
Drinkin beer and smoking weed
Two years later one went to college quick he got a basketball
scholarship
His homeboy was in the hood one day got arrested
Took him to the pen they say he got molested
Jealous cause his old friend took the right path
Watching espn i saw him in the draft
Now he got a v-12 sittin on dubs, thats how it is when ya what
Chorus：
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
Verse three：
She used to be a nerd on the honor roll
A four eye conesour, books kinda short on looks
A latch key kid, best friend was her computer
In high school nobody wanted to do her
When she graduated from college she got paid
Got a good job, now she got it made
Gots some contacts, and let her hair down
She gots the legs and the walk that'll make you stare her down
You betta get youre shit together you running out of time
Something on your mind, you need to stop lyin'
You aint balling like her you cant get into the party
Out in beverly hills trying flip a ferrari
Butcha credit aint cool and you got declined
He said 'youre welcome' and 'but to come back anytime'
But me, im spending cash for this bitch
And thats just the way it is
Chorus：
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
8.Longevity
Ah yeah
Scarface
Short dog
Yeah
Longevity
Fake niggas...
{scarface：}
And you can tell em i said it
I said muthafuckas is takin the credit
Been in the game for 20 minutes, and they thinkin they legends
All on their videos showin off, frontin for the camera
One-hit wonders is playin games, fakin stamina
I damage ya, throwin blows to your egos
Flossin new leather, think you the shit wearin these clothes
And supposed to flash and have the finer things
But can't seem to keep your money, cause you're buyin rings
What is you gettin, 7 or 6, new record contract？
Bustin your bomb raps, but you ain't gettin your funds back
Fuck that, i been around since '86
Way before my muthafuckin mind played tricks
And when too $hort told me this bitch, it wasn't givin
Cause i'm sick and tired of niggas fantasizin they livin
All on the tell-lie-vision tryina front like that's your car
With a fat-ass cigar, you ain't no muthafuckin star
What you are is a nigga lost, dazed and confused
Back in the day that you stepped in it is the day that you do
But on the cool, some niggas been around since the '70s
Steadily preachin to us all longevity
You don't get shit for free
Your own destiny
Longevity
Longevity
{kb：}
10 years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some mc rhymes
But back then i said： fuck rhymin, i was tryina get laid
But now it's '98, i'm all about gettin paid
Fuck that bullshit you niggas be on in your videos
Drive the shit your c.e.o. own
In their home, at their parties, you niggas dummies
Muthafucka, fuck the fame, it's all about the money
And then the power (money and the power)
Slingin tapes like powder
Everything i own is mine, don't understand 'ours'
This's a serious business
My nigga, take care of your business
Especially you niggas with gimmicks, your ass is finished
In the nick of time, fuck havin the tightest rhymes
You better grind, it's plenty fools dope without a dime
So i'm tight with mines, and i prove that every time
Just to let you niggas know i'm out to get mine
That's longevity
{too $hort：}
Who got the freshman flop or the sophomore jinx
Rappers blow up, fall off, and think
Been there, done that, about to make a comeback
I'm on some new shit, not like my young raps
I know what you sold, first album went gold
Then you changed the style, shoulda stuck with the old
Flows, and the old clothes, cause now you fake
You ain't got no hoes committin foul play
Hatin on me, but you're waitin to see
Old school too $hort in the place to be
I ain't backstage chasin young girlies
I'm chasin money, i'm in my early 30s
Still sellin records, and i'm still a real player
Can't understand how you still could be a hater
Said i don't stop rappin from the start
If you don't believe me, go check the charts
Bitch
9.How Does It Feel
Chorus：d' wayne wiggins
How does it feel when ya livin like that, and ya pockets are
fat？
Cuz you're a playa, and you're pimpin hoes
So tell me how does it feel when ya money aint right,
And ya pockets are tight？
You're still a hustla, and you can't let go
Verse 1：
When i was broke, i used to feel the pain
Now i got money, aint nothin changed
Same hustla, tryin to hold on to what i got
And thats alot, players like me can't be stopped
I was starvin, couldn't afford a tv dinner
But now i roll around in a db-7
Throwin up the two, to the hoes and pimps
It's all about the money, you know what i'm gettin
How the fuck you think i felt when i was broke
All the rumors i got killed and i was smoked
I tell the truth, i don't care how you feel about me
I'm still in the game and you still gotta see
My face goin down the muthafuckin street
Top down, beat loud with a top-notch freak
You say it aint real life
Cuz you don't know what it feels like, beyotch
Chorus
Verse 2：
I feel like i'm a million dollar bill
Still in the game, all about the real
Can't feel sorry for you, do your thang
Don't be mad at the world cuz you can't hang
If you feel like doin somethin that aint productive
Look in the mirror, check yourself and say 'fuck it'
It's the year two-thousand, i know you feel me
But i can't understand why you niggas wanna kill me
Went from broke to rich, i got your bitch kneelin
I told her 'smoke this dick bitch, don't fight the feelin'
And when she did it, she started jockin me
I saw it in your eyes, you felt like sockin me
For every action theres a consequence
Playa-haters always tryna start some shit
But then you gotta fight these niggas here
It feels good to be a playa, bitches everywhere
Chorus
Verse 3：
I feel like eleven albums aint enough
And at the same time you feel like you can't come up
Sometimes real life don't feel right
You been fuckin her for years but its still tight
Then i came through bammin, vagina started expandin
Used to be shallow, but now you landed in
Deep water drownin and thats some real game
It's been your pussy for years, but it don't feel the same
I been creepin, feelin your bitch up on the weekend
Is it still good she calls me dr. feelgood
I'll be her last pimp, you just a has been
And when she talks about you its all past tense
I said i don't give a fuck about history
I'll tell you bout my life then show you how this dick'll be
In you all night, go ask your bitch was she feelin me
Man, you niggas be killin me, haters
Chorus
10.What Happened To The Groupies
Intro：captain save-a-hoe
Short, short, whats up man, this captain man check this out
I know you and b-legit finna get in here and get down on this
song right？
But yall can't be talkin bad about broads, man, you know？
Yall in here talkin bout 'suckin this' and 'suckin that'
Aww shit, here come b pullin up in his 600 blowin big weed, yall
be cool man
Verse 1： b-legit／too $hort
B-legit：
I blaze blunts all day get keyed all night
Be the one to take flight if the smoke aint right
I'm tight, nicknamed ike for the drama
It's baby and her mama, naked in a sauna
Down with the gang cuz them flows be hard
Blue mink, short, and my st. brenard
Super bad man all around hoo-j
Tell me what the fuck happened to the groupies
Too $hort：
What happened to the groupies, i thought they was comin through
To do everything we want em to
Supposed to be all good when they get here
Break niggas off, bitch we real playas
Baby in the red said 'it's coo''
She gonna give me some pussy, and some head too
I aint trippin though, these bitches takin too long
I'm bout to call some other hoes on the phone
B-legit：
Tell em i'm a hog nigga, need a triple-x bitch down to stick
Turn tricks switched the dick
Theres hips outside and i'm fo' sho' dat
And the finest ho she know where mo' at
Gotta show that, nigga tuck my jewels
Can't be slippin with a bitch, niggas know that shit
Hit me at the room when the hoes come
It be at 301 we callin for some
Too $hort：
Where they at b-legit where they at？ (where they at)
Let these bitches know theres some real playas back
Told her meet me in room 510 on the mattress
If you do it right then i'll be back bitch
Another showdown, in yo' town
Let everybody know you my ho now
I'm feelin way too cool off the gin and juice
I'm bout to fuck my bitch and her friend too (and her friend
too)
Captain save-a-hoe：
Damn, see man yall niggas is trippin man,
Niggas this '98 yall actin like its still '88
Short cussin, and all this bullshit,
Check this out--see baby and them leavin see？
Baby come here, c'mon, baby don't even trip, just kick it for a
lil while
You know what i'm sayin？ i'll take you to sizzler to go eat
after awhile
I'll make em stop trippin, don't even trip baby its all good
Verse 2： too $hort／b-legit
Too $hort：
I'm feelin good, everything hooked up right
Before its all over i'ma be in som'n tight
Looked down at my hip to check my pager
Tryin to find me a bitch, fresh off the stage
Nigga aint hungry, fuck the after party
Told a cute groupie 'bitch meet me in the lobby'
You know how we do it, told her bring all her friends
Next weekend we gonna do it all again
B-legit：
I said it out my mouth on the mic real loud
We at the holiday-inn, room 510
Bring all the bitches even if they dikes
We hyped, hoes eatin pussy tonight
Seen her in my mug, peepin my game
Lookin like she could take dick in the brain
We all champagne and cali green
I need a bitch like that on a pimp team
Too $hort：
It's after midnight, can't find the right women
Can't be slippin while you're late night pimpin
Way too many niggas got stuck like that
Waited too late then fucked a rat
Wake up in the mornin, mad as hell
With the wrong bitch in the wrong hotel
Shoulda gave up when you first struck out
Now you tryna get the fuck out
B-legit：
Man i was drunk when i went out, blow when i woke up
Didn't get to fuck cuz these hoes is ducks
Niggas like me need the head lay on
From bad ass bitches who prefer red bones
Rock microphones, later count g's
Could always spot a rat chasin niggas with cheese
Please, put it on freeze, it don't suit me
What happened to the muthafuckin groupies？ (muthafuckin
groupies)
Captain save-a-hoe：
What happened？ nigga they all left, thats what happened
Yall muthafuckas gonna be sittin around all night talkin to each
other
Oh thats cool, yall got some muthafuckin playboy magazines
So i guess thats why yall aint trippin, check this out man
Yall niggas gotta understand one thing man
Bitches don't love to be talked to like that, yall gotta break
down
Be cool with a bitch, ya know what i'm sayin？
Show her some caring and shit, understand me？
Verse 3： b-legit／too $hort
B-legit
I remember when the shit first began
I used to fuck the dog shit out my biggest fans
Four in the mornin we hit the waffle spot
Then its back to the telly for some more cock
Shit was non-stop, don't choose too fast
Theres a gang of more bitches with way more ass
Up and down the hall with the bad-ass body
Groupies lookin for the after party
Too $hort：
I used to be wild as fuck, get my dick sucked
On the back of the tour bus with two or three sluts
Check into my suite, order somethin to eat
Knockin at my door, its another lil freak
Right up the hall on the same flo'
You could stand in line and run a train on the ho
Top-notch or rat, skinny or fat
B-legit, where all the groupies at？ (groupies at)
B-legit：
In the room with the tricks gettin big faces
But they really wanna know how the dick tastes
I used to get fucked, fall asleep, wake up
Kick the bitch out and bump a freak
But nowadays, you gotta watch your route
Niggas savin hoes need to cut that out
So what they talkin bout, they shoulda been done came
I think they scared of a nigga with this real game
Too $hort：
What happened to the groupies, don't point your finger
They're all backstage chasin r＆b singers
At the other concert, on the other side of town
I seen a few hoes but they wasn't down
Where the groupies at, i'ma ask yall later
Probably out tryna fuck basketball players
Silly hoes, rappers got mansions
But we aint tryna get into these tramp bitches
Captain save-a-hoe：
Yall niggas is trippin man,
Yall need to sit down and re-evaluate your morals man
Yall niggas gettin too old for this shit,
Yall gonna be sittin around in the club
Tryna figure out who goin home with ya old ass
You need to find ya a good woman, snatch her up, get her a bmw
She got kids, only do what you do, tell her 'i got you'
11.Can't Stay Away
Yeah that's right
We gonna flash back
To 1983
I'ma show you niggas how i was spittin' this pimp game
Before most of you niggas even started rappin'
1983, too $hort
Word for word
Like this baby, invasion of the flat booty bitches
A nigga like me i know what's up
I want a nasty bitch with a lot of butt
If i can't find one anywhere
It turns my dreams to nightmares
Baby right there ain't got no ass
But she's okay if she got cash
Bitches, bitches, bitches
Invasion of the flat booty bitches
I'll tell 'bout a day that i had
Seen nothin' but bitches with no ass
I woke up early felling right
Do the same damn thing every day of my life
Cause every morning you know i get
A good blowjob from a real fine bitch
Strokin', smokin', sir too $hort
Thinking about the day before
30 minutes after i rolled out
I pulled a freak took her to my house
She was hella young with a lot of butt
She sucked my dick and then we fucked
That good tight pussy i couldn't pass
A light-skined freak with so much ass
At 1 p.m. i was fuckin' away
I wanna do the same thing again today
Today my story made itself
Every bitch i saw was flat as hell
I told myself 'i must need glasses'
Where's them bitches with the big round asses
Me and me homie just wanna be tuff
Bring two bitches then switch'em up
It was 3：35 the strip was lit
Every two blocks i saw a different bitch
Waitng on the bus someone was walking
Me and my homie just started talking
I said 'homie she looks good'
He said 'that ass is flat as wood'
I said 'what about baby in the black'
And he said 'short she's all that'
Bitches, bitches, bitches
Invasion of the flat booty bitches
Every single day of the week
For every nigger living there's a freak
If you got game and a bed
Why not get fucked and get some head
Cause bitches all over wanna get fucked
I just need one with a lot of butt
Me and my homie rollin' and smokin'
Flat booty bitches took over oakland
I told my homie 'i hate to say
All the bitches with ass stay home today'
And he said 'short what now'
Put the pedal to the metal and hit the beat town
I thought them bitches out there was fine
But the invasion was on and it fucked my mind
Bitches, bitches, bitches
Invasion of the flat booty bitches
We hit the beat town like oakland players
I knew it bitches was everywere
The first one had tities so fat
But that don't work her ass was flat
The second bitch was flat too
Talked about the bitch like a muthafuckin' fool
I said beyotch
I know i'm capin'
Where's your ass baby what happened
She turned around caped back on me
Said 'fuck you nigga where's your teeth'
I dam near fell jummping out the car
But i slapped that and slapped her hard
My homie said 'short we gots to cut'
But i was spankin' that bitch on her big flat butt
We parked the car and took a walk
I saw another bitch a i had to talk
I said 'baby, baby, baby come here
Yeah you baby with the long long hair'
Baby came over from across the street
Standing on the corner talking to me
I was spittin' the game but i talked too fast
'cause i didn't even notice that she had a flat ass
Sheit!
And i was ready to go
We was rollin' back to the o'
I told that bitch 'i changed my mind'
She looked at me and she said 'why'
I said i'm sir too $hort the oakland player
I'm not one of them niggaz who don't care
It's no thang to do my duty
But not with you and your flat booty
In the berkley town what did we find
Freak after freak with no behind
One long day i never got in
I'm glad that shit never happend again
Invasion of the flat booty bitches
The invasion (beyotch) is on
That's that old school
'83
Still pimpin' baby
Short dog
You know i can't stay away from this game
12.Can't Stay Away(Outro)
13.Here We Go(Lil' Jon Remix)
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