1.Gettin' It
That's right, album number ten, short dawg's in the house
It's gettin close to the end y'all
But we gonna kick it like this on the last album
Verse one：too $hort
Now let me holler at ya partner, spit this game
In you ear for a minute, quit complaining
Bout how you can't spend it cause you ain't got it
You got what it takes but not enough to get started
I hope you get the message, no it's not a test it's
Just me ridin legit, they can't arrest me or bust me
I'm still hungry, i want some more stuff
Get fat and watch my whole crew blow up
So get yours, and buy my new album
Peep the game and don't be like calvin
Get everything you want, get real, get you mail
Get your girl to make bail and get your ass out of jail
You should be gettin it, everything you want
Everything you dreamed of, never have to front
You shoulf be gettin it, gettin money
I'm talking bout you black, don't laugh it aint funny
You should get a good lawyer, like johnny cochran
Swear to tell the truth, hell no i didn't pop him
Get your kids in school, so they can get an education
Get a degree, and take a vacation
You see i got all my game from the streets of california
Young millionaire with no high school diploma
Livin real good, taking care of my folks
Roll up a fat one for the players to smoke
Short dawg in the house, i know you aint trippin
Cause life is too $hort you gotta get in where you fit in
Stop looking for what you never seem to find
It ain't what you think you got to read between the lines
Cause life ain't long, for a young black man
Tryin to make money doing all he can
Sellin dope don't ya hope he would go to classb
But the boy makes money and he makes it fast
With the twenties on top and the fifties on the bottom
I fuck the top notches oh yes we got em
It's been a long time since i first got down
But i still keep makin these funky sounds
Get your money man
Get yours
Chorus： p-funk
You should be gettin it
Get it while the gettin is good, get it while you can
You should be gettin it
Get it while the gettin is good (repeat as necessary)
Verse two： too $hort
I know you tired of being broke just hanging out
You gotta lot a dreams but you can't get out
The first thing you need to do is set your self some goals
Think positive, everything else is old
And work hard, never stop hustlin
Cause they just love to see the black man strugglin
(so what are you saying todd？)
It's time to come up, put your dollar bills in the air
He said meet me at the white house and i was there
Cause i'm one in a million, black man rising
They wanna keep me down but i always surprise em
Spend my money in the hood, i know it's all good
And you should do the same i told you peep the game
Too $hort, you know i'm the man
I lend my brother a hand cause i know i can
I keep going and goin but i'm not the pink bunny
I'm not beatin on a drum i never stop thinkin money
I'm gettin all i can if you don't ya slip
I can't wait to get to heaven just to have a grip
When i was broke, i couldn't afford a meal
But now i'm now rich i can't be fake i gots to keep it real
It's been a long time baby since i first got down
But it still keep making these funky sounds
Chorus
(i earned my respect in the street
The ghetto's been good to me
I'm never going to turn my back
The true and living so i got to kick the facts)
2.Survivin' The Game
Yeah short dawg in the house
Survivin the game man, it ain't easy when
You out here for uh ten years hanging with the cut-throats
Back stabbers, playa haters y'know what i'm sayin？
But i'm a bitch killa always was, and always will be
If you ain't in the right state of mind don't play with me
Cause they ain't never ended slavery
You fuckin with my freedom, let's keep it real fool
Don't underestimate niggaz who'll kill you
Cause everything changed, and everybody got a strap
Don't wanna be attacked keep it on your lap
I'm smobbing in my drop, smiling like priest
Superfly top down speeding through the streets
Killas on the prowl,and jacking is how
They get paid pull out a gat and break your ass down
Nigga show no fear, but you scared as hell
And your partner riding with you is prepared to tell
But you don't know it yet, you havin hella fun
And when the shit hit the fan and you on the run
You better pray if they catch your homeboy first
Cause if they put him under pressure, he bound to burst
Into a long conversation bout everything you did
No more tusslin, time to do a bid
In the brand new jail that they built for you
Where the smallest little thing you get killed over
(survivin the game)
Ain't to bailin out, you mad as hell
Instead of send you to school, they keep you in jail
That cost way more, when you do time
When you creep through the hood and kill your own kind
They building county jails, and penitentiaries
They gettin ready for the motherfucking 21st century
Computers taking over, money's obsolete
Now they buying all the houses in the ghetto streets
They way we live now, we can't last long
Cause everyday niggaz gettin they blast on
Funerals and court dates, plea bargain for your life
You'll be out in twelve years, once a month see your wife
Now how that sound？
You killed the black man, now they got you locked down
They let you learn a trade, working years for pennies
And that shit you building, was making white man plenty
Got the game fucked up, and you'll never be rich
It's all about respect and they treat you like a bitch
(survivin the game)
I was born with the skills of a black man
To survive in the streets and keep stackin
I'm thirty years old, and far from done
I don't care what you think, i ain't forgot where i'm from
East oakland ／ and that's where i learned
Everything i know, and when i got my turn
I never came fake on a microphone
I always let em know that the town is home
I wasn't born in oakland, i was born a mack
Stay true to the game, always stating the facts
Bitch you can't stop my mack attack
I know you love this shit, when i rap like that
You never would get me to change my style
I spent 20 million dollars on a brand new house
I got bills to pay, no time to be fake
Eating top rump don't fuck with steak
Don't be jealous of me, cause it's well known
I could slip in a minute after hella songs
Make one fake album and i'm through
I be a broke ass nigga like you
So i just try to stay focused and do my job
Turn that shit up loud and watch a bitch head bob
Cause i'm the too s-h-o-r-t
I take a square ass bitch and turn her into a freak
(survivin the game)
Now growing old in the streets aint no easy task
Losing homeboys every time the season pass
Gettin phone calls, another soldier dead
Sittin in the car got four in the head
Rush to his mama house the shit is real
Trying to find out why a nigga got killed
I'm about to hurt somebody, give a fuck who
Cause you already know what you need to do
Kill another black man that's what you figure
Just what we need, another dead nigga
Got your guns you don't want none
You stupid motherfucker where they come from
From the white man, get em like fast food
With an attitude to make a nigga blast you
You little violent motherfucker don't play with me
Cause they ain't never ended slavery fuckin with my freedom
(survivin the game)
3.That's Why
＊(too short talking)＊
Yeah we gettin real on this album y'all. you know i'm hearin all
these
Rumors out here bout, they ran $hort dogg up outta east oakland.
nigga
Moved to atlanta, ain't got no mo love in the town. i got much
love in
Oakland y'all, you know what i'm sayin, i been doin this shit fo
years.
So i'm a tell it to you juss like it happened.... bitch.
＊(verse 1)＊
I don't stop rappin,
Ever since the very first day,
I grabbed the microphone, made a funky ass tape,
I had sixteen hoes,
Suckin ten toes,
Game from the 'o',
An any real pimp knows,
The only love hoes get is what they paid fo,
Gimme my scratch,
What the fuck i'm a stay fo？
I gotta make moves bitch,
Stack some g's,
From the whole stroll,
To my fax machine,
I got money comin in from everywhere,
From new york,
To l.a.,
To the mutha fuckin bay,
It's true,
I'm the man g,
I'm underground 106 can't ban me,
All on the air sayin they don't fuck wit me no mo,
I go back wit rap like k-p-o-o,
From the very first time i grabbed the mic,
Niggaz smokin burner,
Ready to fight,
I don't promote violence,
I'm from oakland where the real kick it,
You might get killed nigga,
Or make a mill ticket,
Move down south cuz the town is wild,
Now the radio jocks wanna clown my style,
I raised too many rappers you support,
Ask 'em who they grew up on.... too $hort,
Fuck all that black ball shit it won't last,
Kmel y'all can kiss my ass.
＊(chorus)＊
That's why the town got rid 'o $hort (x2)
＊(verse 2)＊
It all started back when c ＆ h,
Went to t ＆ b tryin to playa hate,
I flipped a brand new lexus,
93,
Joda balls called me up said ya lyin to me,
He said i heard you an ran got the cash an split it,
If i don't get my cut,
You mutha fuckaz gonna get it,
It was thirteen g's all mine,
Didn't give teddy gram one dime,
Now listen real close cuz it might be,
Hard to follow,
Chris told ted it was fifty thousand dollaz,
Shit sound petty,
An it is,
But that's how it goes when you in show biz,
Niggaz fallin out,
Should be makin millions,
Instead of studios,
We seein lawyers in buildings,
Then we stop speakin,
Shit got funky,
I don't give a fuck,
Mutha fucka get my money,
I ain't never been a hoe you can't pimp me,
I do all the work while you pimp me,
I tried to buy him out,
But right about then,
They let the lions out,
Niggaz start eatin that shit up,
You shoulda never listened,
I'm always on this money makin mission,
Sold a car an a truck in oakland fo that lex,
Jock loaned me five an i was rollin that bitch.
＊(chorus)＊ x2
Don't believe everythang you hear nigga.
＊(verse 3)＊
I went to the freak-nik,
Shit turned me out,
Came back fo jack the rapper,
Bought me a house,
That was august '93 time to dip,
I hade warrants in the town an i was hot as shit,
Everytime i got stopped,
Nigga went to jail,
Treat me bad cuz i was hangin wit criminals,
I wanted to buy me a house in the oakland hills,
Nice lil sumpthin fo a half a mill,
That's was right around the time chris hooked dru down,
The luniz came through an them tricks got clowned,
Rappin ron tore 'em up on the freestyle tip,
An niggaz ain't ran nobody outta shit,
Then they put it on the town,
Shit got real,
When you was in the fourth grade i had a record deal,
You got one hit record now you ballin,
You make one fake album you'll be fallin,
An that shit don't apply to me,
Present or past,
You can meet me at the mall an get my autograph,
Or you can flash back,
If you can do all that,
Me fred benz,
An freddy craps,
Smokin burner upstairs in hot lips house,
It's been fifteen years an i ain't played out,
They playin too $hort steppin on a chevy pedal,
Back in the days kmel played heavy metal.
＊(chorus)＊ x2
＊(verse 4)＊
Niggaz shootin at the studio late at night,
Seen a charokee,
Started shootin at spice,
At the e-40 picnic out in the park,
Niggaz gather round fo some shit to start,
They had bullets wit my name,
But we never got to me,
See me sucka mutha fucka,
Shootin at the street,
It was me,
Boo, howard, an jock,
A full clip,
One in the chamber an it blockin t.b.,
Still tryin to be my pimp,
I could lose my life,
Or give my money to him,
I'd rather die before you use me,
I tried to buy him out,
The nigga sued me.
＊(too $hort talking)＊
An that's where it stands right now y'all. fo the mutha fuckaz
that
Don't know, like the notorious say, 'if you don't know, now you
know.'
Biatch!!
4.Bad Ways
Ha-ha-ha it's goin down like this ma-fucka!!
Studd：
Is the shit gone ever change, cause i be caught up in the middle
of it,
Click my pistol, and then in his fuckin throat i shoved it
Give me your money, and take that palve' off nigga,
Fuck tommy 'figga, i'm off that doe and liquor
See i be drillin in the eastside of san pedro park,
I smoke a camel, the lupsia done have me sparked
This lil' broad said i'm livin in my last days,
My mother love me, she say she hate my bad ways
But still she blame it on herself for doin what she done,
It wasn't fun, she moved us in the ghetto slums
So what you think about myself cause i'm a grown man,
A bad man, survival is whatever you can
You think you know it, flossin but i know you's a bitch,
Cause i be watchin, tryin to get my rob on this shit,
See niggas underestimate the city that i claim,
Where i am niggas sayin what the fuck is gangbang
Hard livin mothafucka represent your turf, your side of town,
You know thats where the fuck i'm found
Knees dirty, hands dirty, smokin on a tree,
Gamblin my drug money, hell yeah tee-da-lee
Cause i'm the nigga says crime do pay,
My people say they love me, they just say they hate my bad ways
Real bad ass ways (bad ways)
Real bad ass ways (you got bad ways)
Real bad ass ways
Get glock cause it pays
Murda one：
＞from city to city, state to state,
I'm checkin my game with my muthafuckin trusted 38
But wait bubonic at an all time low,
Gotta hit the atm to get money fo' sho'
Reclinin in my cadillac, puffin newports,
Eighteen on bump straight up bumpin too $hort
You caught in the middle of a skanless ass vibe,
We copped another sack so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named x,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, i want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
I recommend mothafuckin hoes make your knees bend
You can't get with this on any day,
Best believe murda one got the mothafuckin bad ass ways
Bad ass ways (you know it mothafuckas)
Real bad ass ways
Real bad ass ways
Joe riz：
I'm livin live on hinges, when niggas in benzes i'm broke,
I'm givin nothin but hell y'all its cut throat
I wrote a rhyme, called it a pastime,
Of hurtin ass shit that i faced the last time
My last dime, goes on food i'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way i protest,
Your world, gettin it all of my chest
Yes the struggle grab me, hatin better have me,
Drama from my momma, disowned by my daddy
What should i do, tuck my head and throw them rolos,
If anybody know about the trouble i bet joe knows
And raw livin it remind me,
Of the shit that i wanna put behind me
I'm stayin high for days cause what i'm doin it pays,
They don't hate me really, they hate my bad ways
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
They hate my bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Too $hort：
I've been a player for years, this aint no rappers dream,
You leavin messages, on her answering machine
I'm in the bed, listenin, laughin, ticklin, giglin, kickin it,
Nigga i be stickin it
You was hugged up with her when i met her,
She gave me that look like please make it better
I told her with my eyes, meet me over there,
Instantly, she was the victim of a player
I be spittin this game like iceberg slim,
What about your man, she said 'fuck him'
Let's roll, so we jumped in the benz,
Left you at the bar, talkin to your friends
$hort dog came through with the satisfaction,
Now you runnin round like a fatal attraction
Cause i been in the pussy for the last few days,
Don't take it personal, it's just my bad ass ways
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Beyotch
5.Fuck My Car
Let's go ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
I know it's my car bitch,
You ain't trippinit's your favorite color, on a lovely day
You let me reach right over,
And rub on your leg
I'm sayin all kind of shit, to make you smile
Put your seatbeat on, cause
I be drivin wildyou think
I'm like them other niggaz,
I just wanna fuck
But i like to get money and get my dick sucked
I ain't your average everyday little hoe nigga
And i can see through you bitch youse a gold diggertellin me
stories,
About the richest man
But i'm too $hort baby, the bitch's pimp
I come a long way from young and done the certified player
I get what i want, and i'ma holler at you later
If you ain't got game you might think
I'm a trickdon't play yourself girl you won't get no dick
I take you right back home so you can be witcha man
I know you sucker motherfuckers won't understand
See me with a bitch and say i floss too hard
These hoes ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car
She could care less about a real man
All she wants is a man with the meal plan
Pick her up in the benz and hope she get to it
Every day is halloween hoe, trick or treat
I throw your ass in the trunk with a bag of rats
Drop you off at kaiser like they did in the mack
I know you're broke, fantasizing like mariahget a grip on my
bumper,
Rub your clit on my tire
You can ride on top or wrap your legs around the frame
But if you get in this car you gonna respect this gameand
I'm knowin that, i hope you know it too
Only real pimps know what i'm goin through
It's a daily mission, controllin these bitches
Uphold the pimpin, never start sympin
Got the cleanest drop caddy for your eyes to see
So c'mon bitch and take a ride with me
Now i'm about big blocks, drop tops
White guts ending with much knock
Got loot but dough ain't even trippin on it
Got keys, to three hundred z's, knowin these bitches
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car
I gave you a ride for some head cause my dick was soft
But if you ain't widdit i'ma drop you off
I got hoes all around me all day and night
And yo little pussy's just way too tight
For a big black dick like mine to slide in
I take my motherfuckin time and ride it
Cause ain't no punk bitches where i'm from
They like to suck niggaz dicks, and make us cum
So get butt-naked let me slap that ass
Play with them titties while i tap that ass
Slam your face in the pillow, and arch that back
Have you lovin this dick like it's made of crackcocaine,
And you know that costs
Can't fuck for free you got to pay the boss
Hundred dollar bills bitchi break your ass and won't feel shit
Cause pimpin, pimpin, that's my game
I got it from the o where it always rainspimp game, now it's
time to roll
And take my hoes down to the hoe stroll
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car
You ain't slammin doors like me cause
I'm the coldest mack
From a brand new benz to my old school 'llac
You ain't never gon stop my pimpin styleit's like two plus two,
can you figure it out？
You say, what fo',
I say that's right
You know the answer nigga pimpin for life
What's a trick to a hoe, some dope to a fiend
What's a bag of weed if the shit ain't green
You say the game is forever, well so am i
You only got two choices bitch, hoe or dienow speak up, you
better say somethin
Before i turn your ass back into a pumpkin
Cause ain't no motherfuckin fairy tales
Only freaky tales, and i tell em so well bitch
Now get your ass in the cardon't play me too close
I won't pimp you too hard
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car (repeat 2x)
6.Take My Bitch
Beyotch!!!
That's the trademark
Short dog in the house
And it don't stop to the beat baby
Verse 1：
Now take my bitch, she won't complain about shit
Cause i taught her well, she got game for a trick
It aint hard to tell she belongs to me,
I pimped her 15 years in this industry
Now her pussy so big i don't want no mo',
But she still down wit me cuz i raised that ho
Found a bitch in east oakland broke silly and young,
Don't let her fool ya playa, she aint really dumb
Don't be a sucka and give an old ho new life,
She got so much game ya wanna make her your wife
＞from california all the way to miami,
I pimped that bitch and now the hoes can't stand me
Cuz when i put my bitch on the streets,
Niggas rush to the store cuz they love the beats
We gettin' all the money, we cashin' all the checks,
I aint no fake pimp nigga you can take my bitch
＊dj scratching 'now take my bitch' ＊
Verse 2：
Now do ya think i get mad when you sport my bitch around town,
Never that, cause my bitch is so down
I could send her to hawaii or out to nevada,
It really don't matta, my pockets get fatta
Used to go to las vegas in the early-eighties snortin' coke,
Tryin to turn the ladies on to $hort
It was my destiny to pimp these hoes,
(beyotch) whole crowd screamin loud at my shows
I've been to every last city with the dangerous crew,
And everywhere i went the bitch came through
Makin' money like a real good whore,
Tell 'em whos your pimp bitch, 'too $hort'
On a ten week run back in eighty-nine,
I flipped a brand new benz, the bitch was so fine
If you want that ho, you can have that bitch,
She won't complain about shit
＊dj scratching 'now take my bitch' ＊
Verse 3：
Now take my bitch, the kind of bitch all pimps want,
But if you slip and ya pockets get small ya get done
You got to stay up, fuck tryin to come up,
Get your mind off the pussy, always tryin to run up
Cause these bitches like mine, love to work,
Get down in the dirt, get money on the turf
Slang that ass for daddy bitch,
It's time to get the old caddy whip
One more time, new paint and interior,
New rims, new top and a new be-yotch,
Thats how you say it right,
But $hort dog say 'beyotch!!' you better make me rich
And thats how it goes, gotta cover every angle,
So if ya takin my bitch aint no need to tangle
Just don't keep braggin' on that used ho,
Let em know, you got the bitch from too $hort
＊dj scratching 'now take my bitch' ＊
7.Buy You Some
Verse one：erick sermon
Whoo! ah ah, ayahh, ahh ahh ahh
And you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bond
Now introducing the sound from the ghetto
E double and too $hort, what the fuck you thought？
I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when i swing
I'm born to mack, always strapped, with the black gat
Who out there i swear boy wanna get touched
Roll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so duck
I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga
Five hundred s drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy lestat, check my track record
Everything i touch is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean？ i roll the blunt
And puff the indo smoke in it, i trip in a minute
Crazy holy doctor holdin me cuz i be rockin b
Sewin up like monopoly, nobody's stoppin me
Dig it, funkdafied like brat, how's that？
I stick and move on tracks while i smoke a twenty sack
Who said the e can't rock？ that's bullshit
Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls
You wanna brawl？ punk i thought not
You might get beat down and stomped like sasquatch
Your girl, like keith sweat, i wanna fuck her
Psych, i already stuck her
I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up
Here's an icepack homeboy shut the hell up
I rock the mic with too $hort, y'all niggaz know what's happenin
Everything he touch goes platinum
Eyeeaaaah!
Verse two： too $hort
I made a half a million in a week
And every nigga on the street got a tape playin me
You can't believe it？ erick sermon, rollin with $hort
Rolled from california all the way to new york
In big benzes, g-50 up
Now we trying to squash all that east／west stuff
We spent years in the studio makin funky tracks
Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps
It's like father dom, it's like keith murray
Makin millionaires but it ain't no hurry
Cuz we all in it for the long run
I won't leave the studio until a song's done
And ain't nuthin really hard about gettin my cash
A big phat house with a million stash
You other niggaz got this rap game distorted
Givin dats to the label, straight gettin shorted
Claim you're gettin paid, but i can't tell
You keep rappin in my ear got me mad as hell
You talk a good game but i don't believe in you
Be smokin lotta blunts but i got more weed than you
I guess i see you on the charts in the meanwhile
Another face in the crowd plus some freestyle
Wishin you could be in the light
Promoters pay me ten g's just to breathe on the mic
Bitch! $hort dawg puttin it down with the e double
Verse three： erick sermon
Shhhhh! you remind me of my phat gold chain
Some of y'all are just small change
Be a boss with true true game
Yeah yeah
Dig this y'all, my music is dangerous
Atomic dog, coming through the smog with $hort dawg
Ahhh! quick with the trig jack be nimble
I shoot like g mob goes liftin through my window
Chik chik pow! how you like me now？
The man in the mirror it don't get no clearer
$hort dawg, the e double, and breed we roll thick
Like girls in c.a.u. with the good power-u
Owww! money is the key to fame
So i can live it up with the girls on soul train
The impact, major league dough like dave justice
Yo breed, $hort dawg, show em how we bust this
Verse four： too $hort, mc breed, kool ace
Like some true pioneers, don't forget it
Put the money on the table, let's split it
We got enough g's here to make us both happy
Tell them fans we ain't runnin no coke factory
It's $hort dawg the real pimp of the century
Girls get wet every time somebody mention me
I was known for my mackin back in eighty-four
I want it all, that's what i keep stackin for
Have things that a rapper never dreamed of havin
And i can tell them how to get it just keep rappin
Life's a battle, headed for the new sun
So many ways to get paid, you got ta choose one
Now some of the ways to get paid out is runnin your mouth
That street life will keep me tight, i'm talkin bout
Gettin green, dolla dolla bills y'all
That's on the real, somethin you can feel y'all
Many claim to have game but you can get that on sale
But ain't nuthin they sellin to you but arbor and gail
I mean sprinkle me homey cuz i'm bout dollars and cents
And if you ain't haulin dollars well you ain't holler
In flinti'd rather dip dip dive, so-socialize
Get loot from the great lakes, west to eastside
You tramp, trick, hach i spit
Undergrade if you ain't gettin paid like this
The hours of the atl paves my name
Spittin mr. macker izzer are you still in the game
See i gets paid by the movement of the cut
I've been summoned by the cancer, to testify and bless
It's that, big mack, like scripture is a phat kodeje？
So hide your hoe from me
Southern am-bassador, knockin at your door
Leadin a click that's true, checkin knowin all fifty-two
See, all you tricks, best behave
It's that southern nigga mack from the city of the brave
I got the platinum caul, yes yes y'all
So plant me with the green and them hoes and we can big ball
Yeah, now we rollin four deep
Double dosin, relaxin, and maxin to $hort and these beats
E double, $hort dawg, kool ace
In the place, and be all but bring you straight horror
Representin money
Buy you some nigga
8.Pimp Me
So what are you sayin todd？
So what are you sayin todd？
Beyotch!!
Ha-ha-ha-ha yeah
$hort dog still in this mothafucka for the nine-six,
Like this
Here comes the ho with the big nuts,
He's flowin like the breeze
I said here comes the ho with the big nuts,
And he's flowin like a breeze
Too $hort：
This aint halloween, aint no trick or treat,
You young silly ass hoes can't get shit for free
I give a fuck about what niggas been buyin you,
I'm $hort dog bitch, i aint tryin to
Get on your good side, you better get with me,
So we can roll in luxury
Around the world, gettin money,
I'm pimpin hoes on sunday
I'm the kind of nigga you'll work all night fo',
Won't discriminate, i'll pimp a chinese-white ho
You never seen money with a black man's face,
But i swear mothafucka i done had my taste
Can't slow down, full speed ahead,
I'm laughin at you squares sayin pimpin is dead
They say sex can kill, you catch aids and shit,
But the fact stands, hoes get paid from tricks
I'll never let a hoe, pimp me
I'll never let a hoe, pimp me
And all my hoes say (pimp me daddy)
Kool-ace：
I'll never ever, be pimped again,
I had to be played once to really understand
But i appreciate it, $hort cause i'm related,
I probably stuck game and participated
Got baptised, it wasn't a dream,
Now i'm mackin with the dangerous crew, and smokin green
Hit old school playas up, on their help,
And we all decided to take a trip
We on a world tour, checkin our clientele,
Wanna see how much pussy these hoes can sell
Feds say this crew is scandelous,
Wanna charge us all for pimpin and panderin
＞from the mississippi valley to the a-t-l to chi-town, oakland,
These bitches will understand
P-i till the day i d-i-e
Ha-ha you'll never pimp me!!
I'll never let a hoe, pimp me
I'll never let a hoe, pimp me
And all my hoes say (pimp me daddy)
＊sir captain ＆ sir charles talking＊
Sir charles： ahh sir captain...
Sir captain： yeah what's goin on sir charles？
Sir charles： man what ever happened to that pretty fine bitch
You had the other day？
Sir captain： yeah, that old bitch come to me the other day man,
Talkin about she wanna do an old pimp, i knocked that
Bitch down man, i asked that bitch 'what part that you
Understand bitch？ because i don't undertstand none of it,
Ho, you just a ho to me bitch, you nasty ho ho ho...
Sir charles： so what you sayin, you never let a bitch pimp you
man？
Sir captain： never man. hey sir charles, what ever happened to
that
Expensive broad i seen you with, that little cutie-pie,
That little
Baby girl？
Sir charles： oh you talkin bout unique, my little-bitty bitch...
Sir captain： yeah, she that little old six-pence lookin girl,
you know she
Be lookin kinda fine to me...
Sir charles： man that girl went to work the other night and
brought me $999
Off the street...
Sir captain： you go boy...
Sir charles： she asked me would i loan her $10 so she can get me
a grand,
I said bitch you got to be crazy, go turn another date and
Put
My money in my mothafuckin hand...
Sir captain： ah man, aint never pimpin...
Sir charles： this aint no joke, i'll never let a bitch pimp
me...
Sir captain： never, never...
Sir charles： say man we rollin with this dangerous crew...
Sir captain： oh yeah, with ol' $hort dog, he good with the
pimpin
Sir charles： he got ol' suga ray and ace over there
Sir captain： now goldy comin back in here, goldy comin back in
now
Sir charles： oh shit, it's gonna be big pimpin in this atlanta,
g-a
Goldy：
I be flippin hoes like a spatula, rakin em in like a new acura,
Bitin em with this game makin em mines for life like dracula
It's like hypnosis, i pimps your mother, i pimps yo' sis,
Hoes be nothin but slaves for me, ready to go to their graves
for me
I'm lookin for a ho to knock, hit em with a goldy lock,
Get at the ho, spit at the ho, now i got ho rollin cock
Pimpin aint easy, i went from jeans, t-shirts, and tennis shoes,
To gators and suits and zebra hats, my pimpin tools, i win or
lose
My hoes be bringin me hoes, now i got more hoes than a golf
course,
With ass like a soft horse, i get em with game and never with
all force
With a pimp stick on a pimp throne, that lazy ho better get
goin,
Ho aint workin on daddy's scratch, she bout to feel the grill of
a cadillac
I was yours when the ho wouldn't leave me, cause an agry ho
would decieve me,
But i'm ten g's ahead of that ho, you want your shit better get
it and go
But i be laughin with sir captain cause he always handle what
happen,
Fall in love with the pimpin and gettin ho money and be like
fuck this rappin
I'll never let a hoe, pimp me
I'll never let a hoe, pimp me
And all my hoes say (pimp me daddy)
＊sir captain ＆ sir charles talking until fade＊
Sir charles： hey captain, aint you glad pimpin aint dead？
Sir captain： yeah, one time i thought the pimpin was dead man,
all the
Bitches of mine ran off, i called the pimp god right, and he put
Me on hold and said his bitch run off. i thought pimpin' was
dead
Then, but he called back though and said it was all good...
9.Baby D
＊(too $hort talking)
Eh yo baby d, get yo lil ass over here on tha mic man, an show
these
Other lil niggaz, they can't fuck wit the dangerous crew man,
spit that
Shit, fo' $hort dog.
Verse 1- ＊(baby d)＊
This is out fo dogs, wit tha fake attack,
I put it out two times, now i'm bringin it back,
Wit a whole lot of me,
The baby d,
You slippin westsider,
But it don't mean shit to me,
I'm the youngest in the crew from the oak-town,
An when i come through,
I lay you niggaz down,
So what up,
Get yo gloves an stuff,
It's the dangerous crew, ain't no love fo punks,
An if you dont know what to do, when i come through,
Let this young mack show you,
Grab the mic, an tighten up yo lyrics,
If it ain't real, i ain't really tryin to hear it,
See another mc's gettin mad as hell,
Ain't nuthin mo funky than to be himself,
I gotta make a knot,
While i shake the spot,
Cuz i can't be stopped.
＊(too $hort talking)＊
Lil mutha fucka spittin that shit y'all, that's how we do it in
east
Oakland, you know what i'm sayin, dangerous crew representin,
next
Generation step up baby.
Verse 2 ＊(baby d)＊
Baby d takin over like doja,
Open ya up wit that north west explosion,
Then i'm coastin,
(what ya doin nigga？？),
Runnin from the scene wit the ghost like moses,
I gotta let em know,
If they mess wit the dangerous they always know,
So get on,
Befo you get spit on,
I'm rollin in knee high, no lie,
Finna get my grip on,
From mornin to night, i keep it tight,
Aiight,
Dangerous crew fo life.
＊(too $hort talking)＊
Yeah that's juss a lil sample y'all, baby d comin through, 1996,
Dangerous crew, my nigga ain't but 10 years old y'all, so, umm,
before
You start dissin, you betta try an listen, cuz, he got sumpthin
fo the
Future that you lil 'ol niggaz can't fuck wit. so baby d, i'm a
tell em
Like this, since i know yo mama might get mad if you tell em....
Biatch!!
10.Nasty Rhymes
Hook：
Too $hort why you say those nasty words？
Too $hort why you say those nasty rhymes？
How come you be dissin all us girls？
Too $hort why you say those nasty words？
It's like this bitch
Verse 1：
See i hit the studio ten years ago,
Screamin out cuss words like 'fuck you ho'
Comin from east oakland went nationwide,
I'm on my tenth album bitch and i still aint died
Wouldn't change for nuthin, gettin paid to kick it,
You could rap your whole life and wouldn't make a mealticket
Nigga don't stop rappin let the hoes keep hoin',
As long as i'm alive i'ma keep on rollin
Can't do nuthin for a bitch while she bleed,
You can put that on a fat bag of weed
And get high, nigga fuck these hoes,
I'll be singin nasty rhymes even when i'm old
Cause i don't stop rappin, bank keep stackin,
Wherever theres hoes best believe i'm mackin
All you emcees tryin to take my place,
Yellin 'beyotch!!' just to hear the people say
Hook
Verse 2：
I talk bad about a bitch, it aint that hard,
Never got the big head still the same old todd
In every household niggas know my name,
Hoes love the way i kick that game
＞from nineteen-eighty to ninety-six,
I'm still makin hits, hoes ridin the dick
My crew is thick, and we dangerous,
You lick dick bitch, you wanna hang with us？
You better never talk down on a player,
I'm $horty the pimp, i got hoes everywhere
I get my cash quick you lil' fast bitch,
I take you to my house and get my ass licked
You say hey too $hort why you rap so nasty,
I look you in the face and say bitch don't ask me
Nuthin, they'll never take my place,
I'm yellin 'beyotch!!' just to hear the people say
＊female speaking indeterminately＊
Don't get me wrong bitch
Verse 3：
See i got a gang of homies that i put on deck,
I make the shit that you bump when you in the projects
You can check my file and won't find a flaw,
You can ask these bitches am i really raw
Like captain fowl, i cuss you out while i spit in your mouth,
So bitch don't ask me how
Too $hort fucked it up came back again ho,
Smokin them big fat sacks of indo
I make a new album every year,
My speakers so loud i can barely hear
I got a bad bitch, with some big ol' breasts,
I like to play with them titties, lay my dick on her chest
And start strokin, thats how it should be,
I'm bustin' nuts everywhere but in her pussy
And if sometimes things don't go my way,
I say 'beyotch!!' just to hear the people say
Hook
11.Never Talk Down
(rappin' 4-tay)
You see you never talk down on a player
I spray a to break to your knees
You best to say a prayer
Cause funk been a part of my life ever since the starting gate
Remember me and my nigga $hort dog way back in '88
Broke them bitches down with some sexual healing
And man the town ain't been the same and dont fight the feeling
But now you new boy
Started off in this game on a accident
Copied another nigga's style
Punk don't let this rap shit get you broke off
Cause see it's potent like that ain't right
Find a maiden name for yourself but don't believe the hype
Fool who you think i was the dope of your producer
If it wasn't for them dogs and them hogs you wouldn't have a
future
Now let me add that i could never be scarier
Rappin' fo' wanna raise off in that bay area
Stickin' to dat ass like a hot bowl of grits
Hits on top of hits who you think started this shit
Chorus：
Never talk down on a playa
Unless you ready to be straight layed where there's a hater
Save a bitch in a minute for a nut
Its the funk when this dog got you fiendin' on this funk, nigga
(x2)
(short dog)
It's going down right now
California mackin at its best
Somethin' for my niggas on the grind from the west
Cali is my home but its just like yours
Niggas love to get money while dey fuck dey whores
Hit all the parties and do the same old shit
Bitches gettin' broke cuz the game don't quit
I had a flash back it was the oakland raiders at the colliseum
we ain't
Nuttin' but playas
Diamonds glistenin' hoes whistlin'
Bitches know my name cuz its a natural thing
I had to bend da corna
Really didnt bone her
Punk yooz a gona
Heard you was on a
Stick up mission triple beam in da kitchen
Never shot nobody but i'm damn sho' itchin' to blast you
Cuz in your dream you shot me then you woke up and found out you
can't stop me
Chorus (x2)
Rappin 4'：
If buckin' 'em up fuckin' da mic be a crime
Best believe da police got a apb out on mine
Because i gots mo' disguises than that fool inspecta gadget
I'm not a witch but crystal ball let me have it, ahh
I seen playa hatin' way back from da gate
Now everybody wanna be a p-l-a-y-a
While life to you self play da role wasn't a simp
Knowin' damn well your girl brought shorty da pimp
Becuz they smile in ya face
And all da while dem motha fuckas wanna take ya place
Short dog：
That's right funky from da old school
Been doin' shows been comin' tight in studios
Songs on da radio interviews and laughs
Up at da mall signin' autographs
And ain't nuttin' gonna change in '96
Cuz this pimp gotta mack all the finest bitches
And get paid from da game so they never talk down on a playas
name
Chorus (x2)
(rappin 4')
Beeitch
Mc breed：
4-tay, short dog, and breed like dis check me out
Memba dat runnin' back
Sayin' breedas hatin' you
Takin' you to anotha level nigga makin' you
We got plenty of hoes in da back screamin' okay
Who you fuckin' round wit, 4-tay
Ice like t out to get payed
Short dog bringin' hoes to da pimpery
I faded off this ？？？？？
Niggas wanna play me but plenty of bitches pay me
Over all i balls more and none test
I keep a gun and i put two off in a nigga's chest
And see coincide within the same heartbeat
That's right i give a motha fucka five feet
Furtha imformation, i get inta meditation
I outta have yo ass shakin'
I conclude my calculation is
Chorus (x2)
12.I Must Confess
Hook：
Girl i must confess, your love is the best,
Cause all we wanna do is put this dick in you
Girl i must confess, cause your love is the best,
All we wanna do is put this up in you
Verse 1：
When i first saw you, i couldn't stop watchin you,
I couldn't stop thinkin bout how i should be knockin you
All i wanna do is holla at you later,
Handle my business, you know i'm a player
I've never been a hater, i shouldn't be faultin you,
But you got me laughin at the nigga you talkin to
I guess you like squares, whats up with tonight？
Like tupac says you need a thug in your life
A nigga like me, i'll beat that pussy up,
Have you at the house doin all kinda freaky stuff
Aint nuttin new to me, watcha wanna do to me,
I know you aint no groupie, givin up the coochie
But i got deep in your drawls anyway,
I'll get it again, if i want it any day
I got that game from the coast out west,
Your pussy's the best, i must confess
Hook
Verse 2：
I can't sleep at night, you always keep me up,
Suckin on my dick, let me deep in them guts
I can't stop fuckin you, runnin all up in you,
I know you got a nigga but you still know what to do
You never hold back, never act shy,
Make it look so good i never close my eyes
I like the way your titties shake when your ridin me,
You take it out lick it and say put it back inside of me
And thats what i'ma do bitch, give you this true dick,
Bring all your girlfriends, and we can do this
I got alot of homies, and we all got game,
Y'all can hang with them squares but its not the same
I wont take you to the movies or a fake club,
I take you straight to my house get naked and fuck
$hort dog'll never settle for less,
I must confess, you got the best
Hook
Verse 3：
I keep a gang of hoes on my team at all times,
Let a nigga know that the pussy's all mine
Hit it on the regular, you know i'm good for that,
Top notch bitches, even fuck them hood rats
Take her to the mansion, take off the pants then,
Kidnap the pussy and hold it for ransom
But none of them bitches can fuck like you,
Hit me on my beeper you know i'm comin through
Just like that, always was and always will be,
I'll get ya wet, and then you gonna feel me
Way up in ya, not far from virginia,
Stick it in your mouth on the way down south
So when you get home and smell the cum on your breath,
Go in the bathroom and play with yourself
Your pussy's the best, i must confess,
Whenever your horny i got a 's' on my chest
Hook
13.So Watcha Sayin'
14.I've Been Watching
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