1.Don't 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 won front
Cause i got a new tape and it's 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
That's right, bitch,
$hort said eight of them
Don't belive me？
Start countin' while i name them
Don't stop rappin'
Girl, that's your life
Talkin' about smokin' that glass-pipe
Players？was the wickedest
And that's the realler
But i still came hard on coke-dealers
Raw, uncut ＆ x-rated？ orn to mack？life is...too $hort？is where
i first went platinum
$hort dog's in the house？came next
And $horty the pimp？makes seven, bitch...
And it don't stop to the beat, baby...
Get in where you fit in, bitch!
2.I'm A Playa
You see i made up my mind when i was seventeen,
I ain' with no marriage and a weddin' ring,
I be a player fo' life so where's my wife,
Prob'ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe,
'cause she must be smokin' and i'm not jokin'
Too short baby comin' straight from oakland,
Got way mo' bitches than i ever need,
I put that on a big fat bag of weed,
'cause i can give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint,
Bitches ain' shit and now i made my point,
So you can light that weed,
While i spit this rap,
And tell you 'bout a player from way back,
I was only fourteen when i first got my dick sucked,
Now i'm grown up and i really like to bust nuts,
Gittin' freaky in the right situations,
You wanna rap well that's a nice occupation,
To git pussy when you want 'n how you want it foo'
'cause i was fuckin' ugly hoes back in high schoo'
I used to fuck young-ass hoes,
Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes,
Now i fuck top notch bitches,
Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches,
'bout a pimp named shorty from the oakland set,
Been mackin' fo' years 'n ain't fell of yet,
So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy,
Throw a peace sign and say hey pimp daddy!
'cause i never would fron' on my folks,
I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes,
Bitches come a dime a dozen,
So don't get mad when i fuck your cousin,
Your two sisters, i even fuck your ex-bitch,
Short dog in the house with some player shit...
All the fake players peep game from the real,
Player hatin' lover tell me how do ya feel,
When you front to the homies how you grind 'em,
Look fo' a tramp, but you can't find 'em,
You got one girlfriend you see her every night,
Comin' around the partners, lyin' about your life,
Looked at your watch it said six twenty-two,
Cut to the house and said baby i love you,
Can't act like a mack like playboy sho'
An' the rest of the macks in the streets of the o bitch!
Comin' up we learn how to freak these hoes,
And when your through gittin' yours then you shake these hoes,
And when your older, it's nothin' but a routine,
Makin' g's everyday workin' blue jeans,
I know i seen it before,
I see it again,
Young tender saying short would you be my man...
Yeeeah there's alot of fake players out there
Talkin' bad about ant banks, you know what i'm sayin'
But hey ain' trippin up
Short dog, what you do about them player haters
Try 'n stay away from kriss kross imitators,
Put ya in a cross 'cause they really jus' haters,
I thought you knew, short dog is a player,
Born to mack, 'n got bitches everywhere,
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars,
Screenin' these hoes like movie stars,
Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat,
I was born to mack,
I'm hookin' hoes like crack, i be a monkey on your back bitch,
Until you kick that short dog habit got you on my dick,
And even though i can't fuck you every day,
That's 'cause i got another bitch aroun' the way,
We can all get together on a late night,
Cut to the house hook somethin' up real tight,
I really don't care,
Cause i'm a player...
3.Just Anotha Day
I woke up one day in vacaville
Round the corner from the pen
Fat house on the hill
All the homies in the pen straigt locked down
But i gotta get dressed and hit the oaktown
I called randy ？？olson？？ on the telephone
Early in the mornin but he still ain't home
So i called ant banks to see what's up
He said meet me at the studio at two o'clock
I got dressed, smokin on some serious dank
Grabbed my keys off the table and a bid ol bank
I hit interstate 80 and i'm rollin
Joint's still burnin and i'm smokin'
I was on my way to san jose
To the stero shop that make my music play
Cause one amp shut down and the bass ain't playin
Didn't take long, for joel and janks to have me slumpin'
So i called up ？？boo？？, what's up nigga what you bout to do
He said, just kickin' back waitin on the fellas
Bout to go eat at della's
I said it sure sounds good to me
I can't go tho, gotta hit myrtle street
Passed the acorns on my way, bitch. it's just anotha day
Big banks came through and started mixin
Sittin in the studio kick back listenin
To some funky ass shit from the dangerous crew
Debbie d came through, with fm blue
Shorty b rolled up smokin' fat ones
Pee-wee had a crew in the back room
Goldie had the tramps givin head breakin off
Rap and rhyme that diddley-dog
Twin one and two is tellin stories
Bout beatin down niggas for the glory
Had to catch a plane that night and roll out of town
Everybody gettin high tryin hard to clown
I had to go shop fo its time to leave
I dipped to the mall, flipped me some jeans
Rolled on out like a playa
Hot ass day, bitches everywhere
I'm leanin' hard to the left like a big shot
Checkin out the hoes seein who'll get knocked
Cause when you fuck with $hort you get fucked quick
I rub some cum on ya ass and make ya suck dick
Ride through the ？？old？？ scene ？？beamin it？？ slow
Talkin that shit five niggas on the four
Drive crazy, tryin to tear up shit
It's just anotha day in oakland bitch
It was me, jaque, ？？beamin？？ and ？？tilo？？
？？boo-kicke？？ slow-motion and ？？po？？
Spud, ju-ju, frog and big-e
Gettin high on our street
Bug, joe-a, ce-ce and mark,
Rollin four deep from sobrani park
Howard came through from the b-town
Motherfuckas gettin high it's goin down
It's the same everyday everyday it's the same
But that night we hit the hoop game
Who was playin：seattle versus golden state
Hollered at the home boy gary payton
After the game, we went to his house
Nba jams, turned us out
Niggas talkin bout slammin bones
Any kinda way to get your gamble on
Bet, all you kept hearin was bet
Dice game on the pool table fuck that shit
I ain't goin outa town broke
I gotta have a bank get some dank to smoke
Think i'm gamblin, you must be insane
It started gettin late i had to catch that plane
So i cut to the airport
Just anotha day for too short
I was high as fuck on the airplane
Thinkin to myself about a street gang
How a black man'll do you in a minute
Walk around the corner see some shit and get in it
How the police always tryin to catch us
Fell asleep and woke up in houston, texas
Gangtas ass niggas from the fifth and the third
Take yo ass there nigga fuck what ya heard
Next night we did a show, in new orleans
Same gangstas same old scene
Yellin at seventh at ninth ward
I see my homies from the third and the fourth
It was me big dog and the ？？eight guard？？ posse
Havin fun and you just can't stop me
I did a show in birmingham, alabama
Then caught a plane in atlanta
I heard about the motherfuckin freaknick
Popped that pussy hole fuck that weak shit
You shoulda seen all the bitches on the street
Niggas from detroit was deep
All my patnas from the 'o' flew up
And they was slangin that danky stuff
Gettin high with some brothers from miami and cleveland
Kickin back talkin bout we ain't leavin
4.Gotta Get Some Lovin'
Chorus：
Gotta get some lovin' (repeated)
Too $hort：
Gotta get me some pussy
Biotch
What's really goin' on？
Yeah, $hort dog's in the house
Funky fresh, biotch
I seen you walking down the street had to stop
Turned up the radio, dropped the top
Say ya look so good, you're so fine
I'll take ya to my house, we'll spend some time
I know you feel me, you need to find me
And give me head while i'm doin' about 90
Biotch, believe it or not, i'm bout to come up
What's up with the cop？
I'll get you in my car, let you work that tounge
Drivin' to my house, we'll have some fun
But this ain't no too $hort freaky tale
Cause right now i'm goin' through a dry spell
Stopped fuckin' with the hoes, just ride and look
Dip to the house to get the porno books
Thinkin' to myself i gotta knock a bitch
I gotta get some pussy, man fuck this shit
Chorus
Bounced to the house all by myself
Can't get no pussy and i'm mad as hell
Cause magazines can't even do the trick
I guess i have to watch me a porno flick
Popped in the movie, they start fuckin'
He was lickin', she was suckin'
I watched them ol' nasty freaks
Wishin' that shit might happen to me
I got a beep and got juiced up hommie
Looked at my pager and it said 'tone only'
I need a bitch that wanna give me some
Loves givin' head just to make me cum
Freak nasty all on my dick
Just like the hoe in the porno flick
I went to bed without fuckin' a bitch
I gotta get some pussy man fuck this shit
Chorus：
I need a bitch, so i can get me some
She'll lick on these nuts and then make me cum
Get real freaky, had her pussy wet
Ease on in like an oakland vet
Lay your ass down by the fireplace
Stick my dick in your mouth, let you have a taste
Of this skinny motherfucker with a big ol' dick
I'll let you ride it right after you lick it
See i come from the city of dope
＞from the mouth to the pussy and back down your throat
I gotta get some, i keep thinkin' of sex
I wonder who'll call my beeper next
I keep callin' hoes, ain't no one home
And like a punk motherfucker i'm all alone
So i told myself, i'm knockin' a bitch
I gotta get some pussy man fuck this shit
Chorus：
Where it's at
Back on the streets and it's on again
Bumped a little freak named sonja san
She jumped in the car and we started to ride
Just graduated from oakland high
18 years, thick as hell
She look kinda young, but my dick can't tell
Ride through the town with my sunroof open
Thinkin' about the pussy, man, just hopin'
Later on, some hennessay and tangeray
Will have her ass so high, i get to fuck today
I hit a corner, and seen her pops
She waved to him, smiled and told her 'stop'
I pulled over, looked at her father
He took one look and said, 'you can't mess with partner'
I had to leave without my young bitch
Can't get no pussy man fuck this shit
Chorus to fade
5.Money In The Ghetto
Verse one：
In the ghetto
You think life is hard
Food stamps and to' up cars
Wall to wall dirty on carpet
Sit in a buckethopin you can start it
And ride around to the liquor store
Can't get a job get drunk some more
You betta stop trippin on dem stereotypes
Cause in the ghetto there's a good life
We ain't starvin like marvin and won't see no roach
When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin on leather watchin big screens
Bought by the dope fiends
Smokin, and what about the brother wit the good jobs
Save money and workin hard
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya only got one life to live
I know a brother dat got some cocaine
Ya know his face but don't know his name
Ya know he got the sack man
And he's sittin on a phat bank
Sellin cars at his house in the driveway
Being so clean don't roll it just fly away
Cause folks got money in the ghetto
Yea you know
Chorus：
Hey hey hey
What cha got to say
(it's money in the ghetto)
Hollywoooooood
Havin money in the ghettooo
Verse two：
Money in the ghetto ain't nothin new
It's been like dat way before you
Was even born get up from the down stroke
Chocolate city for the black folks
Say it loud in ya hot pants
Man child in the promise land
I take ya back to iceberg's land
And all the playas that came before him
If you a everyday hustler, get cha money
Cause what they do to black man ain't funny
All the time tryin to put us the pen
You get parole and then they send ya again
All the homies in the hood gettin paid
You might have left but the money stayed
In the ghetto it ain't all bout drugs
Gettin paid doin all kinds of stuff
Only rule on the street is don't get caught
Unless ya hustle ain't breakin the law
And even though rich folks got it good
We're sittin on it phat in the hood
I'm ridin dem gold ones
Smokin dank and it's potent
Ask dem fools cause they know
It's money in the ghetto
-chorus-
Verse three：
I got money baby just tell me the price
Cause short dawg ain't nuttin nice
I always hit the town wit my boy ben franklin
Spend fo get an ounce a dank then
Rich nigga get high relaxin
And if i bust a ben frank get some andrew jacksons
Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill
You know the math lets make deal
On a one dollar bill if ya look on the front
Ya find the face of george washington
Make money baby dat's all i do
Dat's how i know thomas jefferson is on the two
Abraham lincoln got shot and died
Freed the slaves so they put him on the five
And how much in my old time friend
They put his face on the front of the ten
They are the dead presidents
From the hood and they represent
The american dream for the average monority
Make some money get some weed and a forty
I'm on the east side livin like a king
Kick back watch a fifty inch screens
Bounce to the west and hit studio
And spend my money in the ghetto
-chorus-
6.Blowjob 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
7.All My Bitches Are Gone
Too $hort：
I used to have a lot of bitches
Straight down for me
Doin' anything i said, even hoe on the street
But i'm a dog and i dog my broads
Guerrilla pimpin', drivin' four door cars
Ain't got no kids but them bitches love daddy
They had to share me or them bitches couldn't have me
Cause i'm a mack with a capital m
Call me $hort dog baby, put the p in the pimp
I keep my foot in your ass and wouldn't give a fuck
Get out her pocket, bitch you gettin' beat up
You see me hangin' with them niggas like jock
And every single five mile, bitches gettin' popped
Well now i got a rep and they say i'm wrong
I beat my broad ass and she moved back home
Came in one night, i was buzzin'
Bitch tried to front me for fuckin' her cousin
She started yellin', man, the bitch got raw
I took one step back and went straight to her jaw
I gives a fuck that the bitch left
Cause all she ever got was some good dick
And it really ain't shit to find another bitch
Cause i'm a cool motherfucker and i'm hella rich
(yeah) ant banks in the house and you know he knows
Grab the mic nigga, fuck these hoes
Ant banks：
Yeah, i'm thinkin' back 'fore a nigga just came up
Playin' games with the bitches
Thought a nigga might change but
I was tight thinkin' everything's all right
Doin' the same shit to a different bitch every night
Just dickin'em down like a gigolo
So you gotta peep game from a nigga though
I'm too young to get sprung so don't trip, tell'em
(ain't no love, bitch)
So let's speak about a freak named connie
Fucked the bitch tough, backstage at the omni
I can't forget constance, the bitch is so dumb
Quick to lick my nuts, suck my dick, and just hum
And these are just some hoes
That a nigga like tossed up, kinda crossed up
Turned out and lost but i ain't trippin'
They all got tramped
Used and abused till they all just vamped
And left a nigga stuck with no kind of get back
Now i even get shook by the hoodrats
Cause they know what the fuck they gon' get
Took for they cash and a mouth full of dick, huh
And i hate i gotta be that way
Goin' vicious on these bitches
Just made'em all leave today
But i know it won't last long
They sayin' fuck ant banks
Now all my bitches is gone
Too $hort：
All my bitches are gone, them bitches bounced
I had a gang of'em, now they can't be found
They ain't fuckin' with $hort dog
Cause i'm from oakland
You fuck with us bitch, somethin' gettin' broken
Your leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a part
Oakland motherfuckers'll break your heart
Until you recognize game in your face
You's a punk ass bitch, ain't never been no place
I can't hold back, now's the time
To leave your stank fake broke ass bitches behind
And move on like a player
I'm knockin' ghetto hoes and even squares
Secretaries, nurses, and police women
I'm flyin' first class, nigga, fuckin' flight attendents
$hort dog ain't nothin' but a dog, beeyatch
(ain't nothin' new nigga, come again)
All my bitches are gone, them bitches cut
But i really don't give a fuck
I always knew i didn't need that hoe
I got the game from the motherfuckin' e-s-o
And you can tell when i hit the place
All them star-struck bitches jump in my face
And get shot to the curb like i'm the mob
Unless they givin' niggas blowjobs
Ant banks：
Yeah, and when a bitch wanna flirt
I put in work, treat'em all like dirt
And watch them get they feelin's hurt
Cause i'm a mack, hoe, listen to this rap, hoe
And you will know not to fuck around
You'll get slapped, hoe
For tryin' to fuck up the ant banks program
Steady saltin' with your stanky ass toe jams
You're mad cause i wouldn't spend no time
I'm with the homies, makin' cash
Pullin' bitches and writin' rhymes
I'm just doin' what i got to do
I'm not fuckin' with you
Because your funky ass cock is through
So now i gotta get some new hoes
Some old school bitches
That's still ridin' trues and vogues
I want a freak with the gangsta look
That ant banks can hook
And the bitch better know how to cook
Cause i'm a nigga that'll eat some shit up
Macaroni, steak, collard greens, or whatever the fuck
Yeah $hort, you know how we do'em
Treat bitches like red lights and run right through'em
I got my mack on strong and my dick on long
So fuck it, all my bitches can stay gone
Too $hort：
Mine too
Ant banks：
You know what i'm sayin'？
Too $hort：
Yeah, beeyatch
Ant banks：
$hort dog in the motherfuckin' house
Too $hort：
Nah nigga, you in this motherfucker
Ant banks：
Bringin' this shit for nine-tre and nine-four
You know what i'm sayin'？
Get in where you fit in, hoes
Too $hort：
Before you need a check up from the neck up
Ant banks：
Peace out
Fuck these bitches, man
Fuck these bitches, $hort,
Let's get out of here, man
8.The Dangerous Crew
{too $hort：}
Tell em what we do in here, dangerous...
Get some drums from a break and then break yo ass
You want beats from the crew？ we'll take yo cash
Five g's for a muthafuckin song
And if you can't pay it, keep movin on
I'm into somethin that your fake ass never can handle
With your sp-12 and your raggedy samples
Better stick with the james brown and pay him
Cause the jd-800 ain't even playin
Unless pee wee hit them keys
Ant banks on the beats, now we makin g's
Shorty b got the bass and we sellin it
Shit kinda fat like a muthafuckin elephant
Sample that shit if you want
You better try to sample this dangerous funk
Cause ain't nobody trippin on your fake-ass tape
Shoulda got some beats from my nigga ant banks
But banks ain't thinkin bout no weak shit
Now you're goin out like mc bitch
And ain't nothin worth killin like a sucker
Why you wanna make fake beats, muthafucka
Shoulda came real like the oakland city
Beat your ass to death with a s-950
It's not a james brown loop, it's not parliament
But you can smell it cause it sho' got a funky scent
It's called the dangerous crew, make you feel stupid
Play a thousand records and you still can't loop it
Cause it's not to be found, but if you do
Nothin you could try make you sound like the crew
{pee wee：}
Geah man
Just another gangsta kickin tha playa pimp shit for nine-trey
When you're with the dangerous crew
Bitches wann hang with you
Think about the thang in you
She can suck a thang or two
Niggas in other gangs wanna hang with you
Learn your slang, made a few fools wanna slang, would you
Tell them bitches they sang or would you
Lie to get that thang cause they gameless
Them aimless, niggas get extinguished
But they're just muthafuckas
Got bitches duckin suckers
When we come to town, mayn
We rollin fat with dank, ain't fuckin with that brown thang
To shorty b and $hort, we goin international
Fuck the local fashion show
Niggas can't be broke
Mhisani for the money fuck a bitch until she dizzy
And me and the bigged-banks is gettin perkin off aliz？big bob's
down with the crew ready to do
Any muthafucka steppin to
F.m. blue and randy austin
You're lost when
You thought that you can hang with this
Niggas, this is dangerous
{spice 1：}
I'm committin a 187 so gimme the clip and let me - pow
I'm down with the dangerous crew, so nigga, whatcha wanna do
The alias east bay gangsta, you can catch me peelin caps
Known for killin every muthafucka dead in my raps
Nigga, so gimme the clip and let me pow one
Cause everbody dyin on this next fuckin album
Dumpin em up in ditches, kill the snitches
Sell a glock to a gee for these playa-hatin bitches
Gets my smob on, gets my mob on
And niggas be talkin the shit, but yo i'm quick to get my rob on
Cause peelin your cap will put my dick on swoll
Muthafucka you, bitch, godddam-ass hoe
{ant banks：}
It's the big badass back on that ass, so it's on, gee
I'm kickin the funky shit for the gangstas only
Straight dangerous, we cold mack the most
(yeah bitch) and we do that coast to coast
Now all the macks in the house, just grab your dick
And tell em funky-cock hoes to have a lick
Fuckin with the gin and juice, dick hard as a rock
Hoes block to block, so what's up with the cock？
I gotta get it goin on till i reach my peak
With a late night freak everyday of the week
Ant banks, the hoes keep yellin my name
But i ain't trippin cause a nigga got all the game
＞from the streets of oakland, the city of dope, and
I'm hopin that the hoes keep the pussy hole open
To a nigga like me cause the pussy is free
Never pay to play cause it's plain to see
That the big-dick gangsta's in the house
And the dangerous crew's gonna turn it out
So everybody out there that's talkin shit
I'ma wash my name out your mouth with my dick
Cause it's a dangerous thang, and i thought you knew
Boy, you can't fuck with the crew
{mhisani：}
Clinch your booty cheek, shut your eyes, and grit your teeth
Goldy's bout to explode, i put your shit to cease
I'm like the wick on a stick of dynamite
Light me up when i find a mic
And watch me flow real tight while you're flowin - kinda tight
Goldy bitches comin tighter than some virgin pussy
If i ever get loose and start stinkin, please douche me
The dangerous crew ain't no strangers to
What these fingers do, hang his crew
A cold dead nigga changes blue
The skull and crossbones
Bitches get tossed on, niggas get flossed on
Take your mic and bury it like it's a lost bone
If you was a pussy you'd get fucked
If you was a dick you'd get circumsized
You better back the fuck up or i hurt them eyes
Fuck with goldy you be hoein
With your shoulder above your stomach in a bow tie
Unbuttoned with your nipples showin
D to the a-n-g-e-r-o-u-s is the true test
In oakland makin the funk, so won't you stick to what you do
best
Keep a dick in your ass and keep your nine to five
And don't be runnin and rappin about you signed to jive
And i don't give a fuck if it angers you
Fuck you woodhogs, i'm down the $hort dog and the dangerous crew
Bitch
9.Get In Where You Fit In
What happened to that other rapper y'all used to fuck with？
Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker mc uh,
whatever
That motherfucker name is, man we got a real crew, we got
Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records
and
Shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we got some real shit
Trying to be like $hort motherfucker, you know what i'm saying？
Dangerous music got some mack shit for your ass, boy
Fuck him up, $hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like cb4
Biting, what you wanna be me for？
It's your life, you wish it was a too $hort rap
But you gots no game, and your bass ain't fat
You need to quit, rapping just ain't your place
So back on the grind and don't catch no case
Bitches, that's what you always be
Like the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this ain't no race
I pull it out and shoot it right in her face
You probably wine her and dine her
And get jealous when you can't find her
You're nothing but a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause life is too $hort, i'm in the house like that
Shorty the pimp, was born to mack
And i don't stop rapping, one thing i never do
Is stop making this funky-ass shit to ride to
And other rap crews can see
Dangerous crew got the funky beats
And when i see ya, and act like i don't know ya
I'm like missouri, cause i can show ya
Why is my shit so funky it stanks？
Pee wee, shorty b, and ant banks
You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew
You might of just learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it？
Or did you get juked by dangerous music？
We stole all your money, and all your songs
Done you like a hoe and then sent your ass home
One punk came and went
Had to fire the hoe, but i'm still a pimp
(mc) lawrence (the fake gangsta)
Would've never been shit without the bad-ass banksta (the little
punk)
Now he's gonna play on out (like a mark)
Had to put his fat foot in his mouth (little bitch)
Quick to say 'i'm sorry' when you're funny
Y'all can have him, cause dangerous don't want him
He'll tell a lie almost every other minute
I'm like bennett, i ain't in it
Go on with your reject rap attack
You'll get more from a prize in a cracker jack
And since banks said he can't have no more funk (hell naw)
Get in where you fit in, punk
It's what life is all about...
Did that get him, did that get it？ (yeah, you got him)
Wait, it's the end？ (bitch-ass nigga)
You like that shit？ (hell yeah) damn, you like that, nigga!
You a fool (tore his ass up!) banks you a fool for that!
(fuck that nigga) (goddamn!)
Man, fuck that punk-ass nigga, man trying to fuck with the
dangerous
Crew, nigga, you can't hang with this shit, nigga, we got niggas
Way tighter than you man,you old wanna be me asshole nigga, come
with
Some real niggas from east oakland, nigga
I'm a bad-n-fluenz, so keep your fucking kids away from me
Cause the motherfucking turf is the place to be
Where hella niggas get shot at
So you'd better pop back, or your ass getting dropped, black
Cause niggas lay you on your back fast
So you'd better grab a gat and pop a cap in they black ass
And let loose the whole clip
And let these motherfuckers know that you ain't taking no shit
I mean you gotta be a nut, fool
And you can't give a fuck, you can cut nigga, fuck school
Because that shit don't even last long
Get a key from an og and get your fucking cash on
And if a nigga got some grip, get your gank on
But if a nigga popping lip, get your bank on
Don't ever go out like another sucker
You gotta show everybody that you the baddest motherfucker
Show them niggas you the biggest boss
And ain't no slipping stopping the tripping just popping
A clip and breaking them niggas off
Cause see life ain't nothing but just riches to me
Getting high with my partners and bitches to see
Yep, that's what life is all about
You eating the cunt and she sucking your dick and you
Fucking that bitch and kicking that bitch up out
I ain't a model, and i don't play the fucking role
Don't be shit when you're old, nigga fuck a goal
You wanna be somebody, i tell your ass you can't
You little bad motherfucker, go on and hit the dank
That's how it is in the oaktown
These motherfuckers didn't know？ well these motherfuckers know
now
And don't be jealous and mad we doing shit
Cause i don't give a fuck, i'm from the bad-n-fluenz clique
You wanna follow in my footsteps, well put on your gangsta hat
Burn the sack, and don't be ashamed to mack
I'm bout to tell you how a true player has to be
The shit comes naturally, so hoes quit asking me
I never listened and used to cuss in back of the church
？bracking the max？ is my birth, packing a gat on the turf
Ready to drop any sucker on contact
You can't keep me calm, black, so pass me the bomb sack
And watch me extend with a grin to another place
I live on the edge and the feds and the brothers space
But ain't no stopping this fool, i'm on a rampage
Breaks out in a damn rage, so don't try to stand, break
Sit in the range, you'll get maimed, i don't fight fair
Strike with a mic, in a psyche is a nightmare
And i'm always using my dick cause i'm slick with a fly bitch
And rappin' ass ron is my psychopath sidekick
Two hardhead niggas, yeah we advocate violence
Talking shit to the world cause we don't have to stay silent
Steady searching for a bad plan, thinking like a mad man
Your crew think they tight, but when i come they a sad clan
So fuck it, i'm always causing ruckus
Whoever wanna disagree thenn grab my dick and suck it
Diddley is always doing shit, distructive and i ruin shit
You stepping, pack your weapon fucking with the bad-n-fluenz
clique
Fuck it, it's just another nigga dead
I pulled the trigger and i figure lead, that's when the nigga
bled
Bloodshed is what i see in the nighttime
Strange and deranged, i ain't in my right mind
I can't relate, i'm stuck in a dream state
A psychopath, and diddley dog is my teammate
Swe we a closer, to fred and barney rubble
So step to bad-n-fluenz and you know you in double trouble
Motherfucker, we the bad-n-fluenz clique
Some lunatics, and we known to ruin shit
A terrorist, i ain't never been a role model
Nigga i grab the fucking 40 and down the whole bottle
And i don't even like fucking with no alcohol
But i'll snatch a joint, and get smoked out for y'all
Getting lit, never having a fit
On the avenue, having brew, grabbing my dick
And if your clique talking shit, it's your clique i'm a
terrorize
The nine to your spine, now your ass is paralyzed
I'm dangerous, and i ain't even mad yet
I drop with couch and watch you bounce like a bad check
Cause i'm a mack that's from 8900, bitch
Rappin' ron and diddley dog and bad-n-fluenz ruling shit
Fool don't understand all the shit that goes on up in this
nigga's head
＞from the hood come if you would but you might end up dead
See these sick-ass oakland streets done turned me out
Surviving and making cash is what it's about
Some people ask me why i commit crimes ？there em？ a scratch
But i'm black and i'm trapped and i can't turn back
I was raised as a cruel kid
Because the streets taught me more than these fake-ass schools
did
I tried the education system but i dropped it
So now i'm in the goddamn game and can't stop it
And i'm a motherfucking threat to authority
Make the police sweat when they check this wreckless minority
You want more of me, come to oakland, that's where i be at
Selling dope with my folks, come close and see i react
Hard niggas addicted to dirty money, fast cars, and fine hoes
On the drink every day like winos
And sometimes i be slipping up off the blunt
So i packs a pump for the punks who wanna try for their stunt
Cause i would never tell a hoe how i make my green
I cut my cream on an un so i can't be seen
And then i bump up on the block and knock after knock
Watch the cop jock as i create a be a hot spot
Pushing slugs just to make it
I'm in the game and it's real and a nigga can't fake it
I know it's sad what i'm doing
And i don't give a fuck, i'm ant diddley dog and i'm a
bad-n-fluenz
Nigga you think you got the shit in？
You gotta get in where you fit in, bitch
Motherfucker, you outta pocket, punk-ass bitch
Swoll-ass motherfucker, you can't fuck with the crew, nigga
You need to get in where you fit in
You stupid-ass bitch
10.Playboy $hort
Aight, biiiiitch! funky motherfucking fresh
Some of that '93 old school shit, hoe
Well i'm too $hort baby, hear what i say
I never do work but i always play
Cause the game is life and i play the game
So you never talk down on a player's name
When i grab my mic i'm the one man crew
Talking bout me, wouldn't think about you
When you heard too $hort came to town
You never would've thought i'd be looking down
On who？ on you cause i'm so big
Me and my money is all i dig
I'm from the dangerous crew, we ain't no punk
We take 24 tracks, drop the funk on your ass
Beating like a dope fiend
Back seat riding in a limosine
Telling that freak all about me
The creater of greater, sucker mc's
Chilling out in the oaktown singing a rap
No mc could rock like that
Now i say it like bitches say
No mc could rock my way
When i rap it's always great
Wouldn't care if it was like or on a tape
It's me, $hort, the one and only
Spitting that rap to all my homies
You know about you, you know i'm a star
When i rap too good i might take it too far
Had the whole damn crowd going wild
Cause i don't stop rapping, that's my style
Too $hort baby from east oakland
I got more hoes than i can count on my hand
You got women？ well i got more
You don't know？ shit, i'm playboy $hort
They call me 'playboy $hort' known everywhere
Had a life long dream to be a player
Way too cold at a younger age
It was every day, just make that page
Still playing the same, still young at the game
Never talk down on a player's name
Cause i'm big time, paid all my dues
I'm rich and famous and way too cool
People can't fuck with the way i'm rhyming
They say it's too slow but it bought these diamonds
Too $hort baby is the name i use
A '93 lexus is what i cruise
Clean from the start, i thought i was it
I was cadillac slick in the dust i kick
But the caddy got parked cause i'm riding new
Eastside bitch, so i'm siding, fool
Money everywhere, all over the floor
At the bank i'm known as 'mr. $hort'
At the house i be chilling, getting some head
Writing raps all day, even in bed
And them groupie-ass bitches love this shit
The funk rap master, made to fit
Just her, i'm all in them guts
Homeboy can't fuck so i hooked it up
But young women like you with your big round butts
Blind girls driving down the street called 'love'
Chasing that man, who really can't stand
Seeing your face so now you ran
And you don't realize what you'll soon see
The way making love is supposed to be
With a player known as playboy too
Rock a mic and a freak and you'll both be through
Players play women who like to get played
Bitched like you just trying to get laid
But i like money, and i get paid
I do my duty and say 'good day'
I didn't want to make love, i'm not that fast
What the hell, she's a freak, she even asked
So let's go to my room, after the show
Treat me like a pimp, and pay me hoe
You can suck my dick and i might sing
Just love too $hort, i'm everything
So cool, my name is 'too'
Call it how you want but i won't call you
Ring my phone and you might see
Ringing my phone just won't get me
Cause i'm hard to find, and i get mine
And if i was looking for you, i wouldn't be in line
I'd be right on time in the right place
Too $hort baby all in your face
Talking bout mine and what i want
Fucking mc's with the dangerous funk
I'm on my way, to the top
So much rapping i'll never stop
And all that fame, you might claim
Couldn't stand up by my rap name
You might be good, i don't care
I've been rapping like this 13 long years
I got more respect then you'll ever get
Cause i don't stop rapping and you know that shit
Sucker mc's with your record deal
Most tapes out now couldn't be real
Cause your tracks ain't shit, dreaming bout hits
But you'll find out too $hort don't quit
When i grab my mic i'm the one man crew
Talking bout me, wouldn't think about you
When you heard too $hort came to town
You never would've thought i'd be looking down... (fades out)
11.Way Too Real
Way too real, short dog is just way too real
It's the t double, some call me $hort
I'm in the house once again from the east to the north
You know the west is the best coast
We got the best beats, we bump the best hoes
Living life way too fast
Start snitching and you might not last
It used to be about old pimps and macks
But now we got the young bucks trying to jack
It's a stick up, put your hands up before you get bucked
Got you for your watch, your link, and your green stuff
Everybody wants to be the man
And when you are, you go straight to the pen
Get rich quick schemes off dope fiends
I know you know what i mean
Making big money, living stoned to the bone
Oakland, california is where we roam
Hitting this corner, that corner, everywhere
Bumping fly young tenders with the real big hair
Sassy nasty, young-ass freaks
Wanna ride in my car and feel the beat
We hit the motel, the head was swell
Baby had back like a big ol' whale
She told all her friends i did her, too
She got dogged like scooby doo
Cause in the land of macks we don't play that
You wanna run your mouth, you get pimp-slapped
And you ask me just how i feel
Short dog's living way too real
I'm living way too real, bitch
Short dog in the house
Can't help but live real, you know what i mean？
Tell you some shit, though
Been in the game for about 10 years or more
Talking about shit you never did before
You know my macking is cracking, all of the time
24-7 spitting playboy rhymes
I got a serious grind and it sure ain't fake
You slang d, well i'm a slang a gang of tapes
Something funky fresh for you to ride to, fool
Bending corners in the old school
I seen my homie father dom and he said 'what's up？'
Riding in a supersport drunk as fuck
And when you see us, the clique is called 'the dangerous crew'
We wouldn't change it for you, cause the game is true
Some say that the dog can't rap
But my bank account will prove that
I make g's, so you can see these nuts, hoe
Or get played like dominoes
I used to fuck a bitch from san jose
Baby liked to freak all kind of ways
She said i was the best, couldn't settle for less
Had my name 'short dog' tattooed on her chest
After three months i called it quits
She tried to pop that pregnant shit
But like a mack, i suprised her
Dropped her ass off at kaiser
Never would i let her put a baby on me
I ain't the one, i'm step daddy
I had to let her know just how i feel
I'm living way too real
'don't ever fuck with too $hort' (scratched 4x)
＞from city to city, valley to valley
Never seen another state on hit like cali-
Fornia, where the hustlers play
What you wouldn't expect happens everyday
It's the wild wild west i'm speaking about
Where clint eastwood would get socked in the mouth
Cause ain't nobody tripping on ranks or stripes
If you live the life, you gotta pay the price
So many youngsters die over punk shit
Small talk, a lotta dumb shit
And only god knows when you punch the clock
Thought he was bulletproof and got shot
It's either heaven or hell, him or me
Locked in a cell or out on the street
Every day on the ave another brother is killed
For living way too real
Well i'm chilling and i'm willing like a villian i be killing
Coke is it but tonight i got the feeling
Cause it's about time for a real mack to step up
Pimping ain't a thing so i swing on these heifers
Never ever feeling no remorse, of couse
If you try to play me out, i'm a punch you in your mouth
And rin tin i'll watch his chin just splatter
Caught him with an uppercut, there goes his bladder
My rhymes are fatter cause i said so
I'm gonna recollect a neck, mic wreck check a hoe
I'm making more dough than the average joe schmoe
If she's fronting on the pussy then the hoe got to go
Out the back door, don't want to see you no more
You ain't deep throat, so what you come here for？
Cause in the nine-tre ain't no lagging or dragging
Bring your ass over, get prepared for the stabbing
Ain't no doubt that's how i feel
Father dom and the playboy $hort, we're living way too real
(echos)
12.It's All Good
'man, this bitch blowing my beeper up'
Ready to put a hole up in one of these bitches, man
Sup？ guess you wondered where i was at
When you beeped me last night and i didn't call back
Supposed to be there, meet you at the house at 9
You made a candlelight dinner just to wine and dine
And i didn't even show up
You beeped me 20 million times, made my beeper blow up
Thought you shot me to the left cause i'm a d-o-g
But you called so i guess it's still cool for me
To get freaky, you know i got that git back
I come right when i hit that
And if you tell me right now it's cool today
As soon as i'm through i be on my way
Do i look like the type of lady
That'll talk to a brother that's shady, hell no
But you can wine and dine me
Spend a little time with me, it's all good
Cause i love the way you take me
Ooh boy you shake me, when we lay down
Got my head spinning around
I need a woman that's down for me
Always on my side, not my enemy
We could be gangsters, lovers, parents, or friends
But whatever we do, do it straight to the end
We'll make love like professionals
You and me baby, fuck the rest of them hoes
You know how much we like being together
Seems like every second, it's getting wetter
So good i wish it'd last forever
Cause it would never get no better than this
I know you feel the same
Moaning so loud all the neighbors complained
And all the people tried to tell you i was phony
Talking all that junk and don't even know me
Last night i was chilling at the club
Chilling with my potnas when your friends rolled up
Flirting with your nigga behind your back
They called you on the phone and told you where i was at
Your girlfriends trying to run your world
You'd better stop listening to them other girls
Never cared about those other girls
It's something about the way you rock my world
Even though you make me cry
I still wait alone for you at night, but it's all good
I couldn't come home last night cause i was out making money
But i'll come home tonight if you want me
Cause you sure looking good today
I take you to your house and let you have it your way
Oooh boy, ohhhh, it's all good, it's all good to me, baby
I just keep on fucking you all night long
Me and you baby got it going on
You ain't tripping every time you see me
You get loose and you get so freaky
I never meant to break your heart
You gave it all to me and i tore it apart
Talked about love right to the end
But i'm a tell you like it is, i'll never do it again
I'm from east oakland, i'm an ice-cold player
Born to mack and got women everywhere
I got one up in e.p.a.
And two down in south central l.a.
One in frisco, and one in berkeley
Got a few southern girls just to work me
Is that what you wanted to hear？
That your man is the player of the year？
I need a woman that's down for me
Always on my side, not my enemy
We could be gangsters, lovers, parents, or friends
But whatever we do, do it straight to the end
I said the very same thing in the beginning
We played the game but it's in the 9th inning
You'd better wake up and smell the dank
It really don't seem to be what you think, beyotch
I'm all about getting my bank
You be the car and i'll fill your tank
Cause nothing don't come for free
Unless your ass don't want to be with me, beyotch
Boy, have you been listening？
I can't let you go since i know what i'm missing
And can you fell it in my touch
That i want you so much, and it's all good
It's all good, baby
I'm trying to tell you boy, that it's good
It's all good, it's all good, baby baby baby
Ohhh, like that baby, like that
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good, it's all good
13.Oakland Style
Yeah! that's how we do it in oaktown, baby...
$hort dog's on the microphone...
Straight from the east side...
I'm a player, bitch, oakland style
They call me playboy $hort, i know it's been a while
Since dangerous crew took the time to say hello
Mothafuckas makin' money in the ghetto
It's just another day and it's way too real
All my bitches cut, so what？ that's how i feel
It's all good so just make me rich
And get in where you fit in, bitch
Well, i get high cause that's what i do
What about you？ tell me is it true？
I heard you was thru, your ass went broke
Jewerly got pawned and your cars got sold
But on the long run you got nothin' to prove
Life to me is like a funk in the groove
You gotta get right in where you belong
Find a right mission and ride the song
Ride it...oakland style...bitch!
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