1.Short Dog's In The House
'moving up!' 'east oakland, yeah that's right' (repeat 4x)
Oakland, california, west coast life
You either play the game or you smoke the pipe
I became a rapper at the age 14
No gold ropes, no diamond rings
But look at me now, 10 years later
Ask any mc if i rap greater
See i'm known in fresno, even the big o
＞from san diego to sacramento
They'll tell you yes, wherever you go
And i bet my life won't one say no
Ain't nothing like a too $hort fan
I ain't tripping, you can play it again
Don't fight the feeling, life is me
I rock shows in nashville, tennessee
It wasn't 'hee haw,' so don't laugh
At the good ol' boys getting autographs
In cinncinatti, i know you heard
I got fined for the 'cusswords'
It's true, baby, so so unique
Might slap your man, or just thump your freak
I come to your town, i'm not under
I want your name and your telephone number
You think i'm faking, but i'll call
We only got one night to do it all
I know baby it's such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit another city
Cold macking in the game is all we do
Me and the boys called 'the dangerous crew'
I used to be local til i signed with jive
Too $hort then went nationwide
I went to georgia with the too $hort sound
I went down like bobby brown
I said a rap and they took me to jail
Pulled out my bank, and made bail
This is my story, it could not wait
It all started out in the golden state
California, where i was born and raised
I used to play the drum in my younger days
I just hit that beat any way i can
Smooth high-stepping in the marching band
I turned in my drum and i started to rap
Now beats i make, make my bank so fat
It's too $hort, on the mic tonight
Pennsylvania, can you see the light？
＞from chicago, to indiana
＞from mississippi, to alabama
Louisiana, even texas
Females, call me sexist
But don't they love it, you know me
Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me
Like engine, engine, number 9
Homies run a train, standing in line
If that train jumps off the track
Then my brother you will catch the clap
＞from colorado, to arizona
All the way back home to california
In chatanooga, they know the tip
Short dog in the house, i'm that flip
Getting clip, or playing pool
I can't help it i'm so damn cool
Call me 'dog' or leave me alone
I'm riding in a caddilac fleetwood chrome
With too clean, behind the wheel
I'm riding shotgun, rapping for real
Total boss in the back, give me superside
They like to roll 'em fat cause you know we ride
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause i don't stop rapping
Now you know, nothing but the dog in me
You make love to me and i still act stingy
Oh should i pay you？ you must be tripping
I didn't buy you and i sure ain't renting
I said 'i love you' cause you gave me head
I didn't love you when we got out the bed
If i could love you, you know i would
But what you giving, ain't all that good
A little southern hospitality
You'd better try to get away from me
I love money, and i just can't fake it
I go to magic city and the girls dance naked
I'm somewhat of a hero by the way i rap
But i'm living like an oaktown mack
I'm in the house y'all, i'm like ？peeser？ y'all
Rat heads get nothing but cheese, y'all
Or get slapped, put up your dukes
I kick you in your ass with my nike boots
Some rappers try to be just like too $hort
Can hang with the dog, you'd better stay on the porch
In minnesota, virginia beach
Wisconson, i got freaks
Atlanta, little rock
Louisville, it don't stop
Kansas city, missouri
I rock the house in east st. louis
Detroit, it's like oakland
It's a black thing, and i'm a black man
To all my brothers in the u.s.a.
Too $hort baby don't even play
Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat
I cross the bridge and hit 3rd street
Years ago, i rocked that joint
I say what's up to my homies from hunter's point
We go a long way back, it's always been like that
In the days that short dog was so young at the rap
I'm in the house!
'moving up!' 'east oakland, yeah that's right' (repeat 4x)
2.It's Your Life
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
{p-funk sample}
Cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't don't be stupid dope..
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Cause when you waste it..
Nowwwwwwwwwwww i come from, the oakland town
Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down
Young brothers my age makin dollars so long
Drive a brand new benz with a cellular phone
See his diamonds and gold, call him big bank bob
Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job
This is not a song i made about crack
It's all about losin what you can't get back
Cause the name of the game is to control yo' life
And all the things you do you must do them right
It's not my life, it's on you baby
What's really goin on is that cash money
How you make it, it doesn't matter to me
Work at macdonald's or just slang them ki's
Or you can be like me and go straight legit
Drive a brand new benz and they can't say shit
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
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Cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
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Cause when you waste it..
Partners in your face, ain't even your friend
Probably have to blast him if you see him again
And if you don't blast him you'll get shot in the head
Seven days later you'll be buried and dead
I can't be like that, the only thing you fear
Homeboy you can't see it but you know it's there
It's called tomorrow, whatcha gonna do with that
Cut school, sell a few dopefiends crack？
It's not a one-way street, it's more like a dead-end
So if you take it, you better turn back my friend
I know a lot of young brothers don't think things through
They really don't know what they wanna do
When you lag, you lose, you start payin your dues
You can't kick back and let your bankroll stack
You'll be stuck on stupid, for smokin a friend
Ten years from now you'll still be in the pen
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
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Cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
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Cause when you waste it..
I got my eighteens pumpin, ridin the five
People lookin at me like i stole the ride
Am i a gangster, player, makin them g's
Cocaine dealer with the z's and v's
Can't tell em nothin, so i say, 'whassup？'
They get mad, i don't give a fuck
I keep ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
Look at all my homeboys trippin
They'll knock you out, one punch like the champ
Goin to jail is like summer camp
We shake hands one day, kill each other the next
And if you don't like it it's just like that
Cause i come from, the city of dope
It couldn't be saved by john the pope
But since i have the chance, i'll say in the rhyme：
We have to stop the killin sometime (soon)
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
{p-funk sample}
Cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
{p-funk sample}
Cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
{p-funk sample}
Cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
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Cause when you waste it..
3.The Ghetto
Talking bout the ghetto...funky funky ghetto
Trying to survive, trying to stay alive
Chorus：
The ghetto
The ghetto
(talking bout the ghetto)
The ghetto
The ghetto
(funk funky ghetto)
Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths
Old school buddies not doing it right
Every day it's the same
And it's the same every night
I wouldn't shoot you bro but i'd shoot that fool
If he played me close and tried to test my cool
Every day i wonder just how i'll die
Only thing i know is how to survive
There's only one rule in the real world
And that's to take care of you, only you and yours
Keep dealing with the hard times day after day
Might deal me some dope but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to break into my house again
Thought he got off early doing time in the pen
Even though my brothers do me just like that
I get a lot of love so i'm giving it back to the...
Chorus
So just peep the game and don't call it crap
Cause to me, life is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 million on a footbal team
And her baby dies just like a dope fiend
The story i tell is so incomplete
Five kids in the house and no food to eat
Don't look at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next door getting high
Even though she's got five mouths to feed
She's rather spend her money on a h-i-t
I always tell the truth about things like this
I wonder if the mayor overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the task force send some help
Waiting on him i'd better help myself
Housing authority and the o.p.d.
All these guns just to handle me in the...
Chorus
Even though they put us down and call us animals
We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes
Drive fancy cars, make love to stars
Never really saying just who we are
We use alias names like too $hort
Sell you stuff you might kill for
Young kids grow up and that's all they know
Didn't teach him in school now he's slangin dope
Only thing he knows is how to survive
But will he kill another brother before he dies？
In the ghetto, you keep one eye open
All day long, just hoping and hoping
You can pay your bills and not drink too much
Then the problems of life you'll be throwing up
Like me, but you don't see
Ten years from now, where will you be？
Chorus
So much game in a too $hort rap
Blacks can't be white and whites can't be black
Why you wanna act like someone else？
All you gotta do is just be yourself
We're all the same color underneath
Short dog's in the house you'd better listen to me
Never be ashamed of what you are
Proud to be black stand tall at heart
Even though some people give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put em in check
Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated that way
And when they throw you in jail you got nothing to say
So if you don't listen it's not my fault
I'll be getting paid while you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse running your mouth
While me and my peoples try to get out
Chorus
4.Short But Funky
Verse 1：
Life is too short but now it's kind of funky
I make the beats for me and my homies
Newspaper reporters and others always ask me
Why i'm x-rated and i rap so nasty
When i was a teen i did nothing else
But pick up a pen and express myself
The things i wrote were obsene and kind of dirty
But mama always said the truth couldn't hurt me
She also said that it would set me free
I guess she was r-i-g-h-t on the nail
Cause now i'm out making my mail
It all started out from a freaky tale
If that's what sells then i'm a stick with it
Short dog ain't changing, so forget it
You can sell out if you want to, homie
But i'm a stay short but funky
Verse 2：
Don't stop, just call it verse two
It's short dog baby from the dangerous crew
Not your average everyday fake rap on the micro
I might say something that your mother don't like so
Don't play it loud if she's around to see
But you can play this cause it's rated pg
When i'm rated x i'm just having my fun
I bring a smile to each and every one
But there's a serious side in everything i say
Life is too short for you to wait 'til the next day
Just straighten up your life and you can start right here
Drop the cocaine and the bottles of beer
People always say it ain't right to preach
But take my advice, get wise and reach for the sky
So you can live like a king homie
And i'm a stay short but funky
Verse 3：
You never catch me on the mic rappin' a dance tune
I like it kind of mellow with the sound of the bass boom
The style is mine, i've been doing it for ten
You might say it's simple, but i'm making my ends
See i don't trip on a punk cause i jack him
Too $hort plus the cuss words equals platinum
What would i look like dancing on a stage
I wave my hand and do it like the old days
But some dumb fool want to take it out of hand
With 50 million dancers and a big old band
That ain't me, i'm from the old school
Play the instrumental, get the mic and i'm cool
Cause i'm an oaktown mack and it's like that, so
It all comes out in my records and my stage show
In my category i'm the one and only
And i'm a stay short but funky
Hey yo, that's it
Baby jesus
Dog baby from the dangerous crew
5.In The Oaktown
(verse 1)：
You hear me talking you know i'm from the o-a-k
I tell it like it is and that's the only way
I'm the m the a the c the k i write my rhymes everyday
Now all you one-rap rappers what are you doin'
I got so many raps so just go right thru 'em
My name is short but i rap long rhymes
Hand me your mic i do it all the time
Now could you be like me i hate to say it
It's like comparin' mickey d's and quick ways
You only got 3 stores i got the whole wide world
I get beeps everyday from your favorite girl
But i'm such a dog i never call tha freak
Hit it once and she was just too weak
At my house i keep finer things
The candy paints, got her sprung on my diamond rings
She could live like a queen if she was miss too $hort
Have 2 babies, get child support
But at this point she gets nathin from me
I ain't fakin' it, freak, i'm just makin' the beat
So don't dance, ride the strip
All day long playin' too $hort hits
Pop in the tape and start ridin'
Silly young freak who started sidin'
In the oaktown
(chorus)：
Oaktown , oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
In the oaktown
Oaktown , oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown , oak-oak-oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown
(verse 2)：
See i'm a true mc, i'm not a mc fool
I'm just rich and famous and way too cool
I get paid to rhyme and i do mean g'z
You don't like my raps don't buy 'em please
I give you no refund cause my bass is phat
Make it hit so hard just like a punch in the back
It's that dopefiend beat got my rap on your plate
Tryin' to bite my style and make a demo tape
Now could you be like me or someone else
Bass hittin' hard like the freaky tales
Oaktown style it goes just like this
If you never heard me rap don't trip
Cause i hit the scene with my homie too clean
We slap hands like a tag team
Some people say they don't like cali raps
People like that must be smokin' that crack
I rhyme good it's been 10 long years
Gettin' sick of all that stuff i always hear
Too $hort can't rap, he's from the westcoast
Between me and you patna i sell the most
So let's take it to the stage and don't get scared
Cause me and too clean, we come well prepared
They call me playboy short, and the girls i play
Every single day
In the oaktown
(chorus)： till the end
6.Dead Or Alive
I heard there was a rumor too $hort was dead
Walked in the house and got shot in the head
I know you don't believe it, if you do you're wrong
How can i die and rock it all night long？
I'm too $hort baby, spit that rap
I put oakland, california on the map
It's so hard, got you telling lies
Can't hold me back so you say i died
It's incredible, i came back to life
I never let 'em bury me without my mic
I keep breathing, don't stop that breath
Now everybody's talking about too $hort's death
Am i a zombie, or something close？
I'm not casper, i mack all the ghosts
Oaktown style is the only way
I catch a new freak every day
It's not the yellow brick road, it's called the foothill strip
Stand on your toes, make your heels go click
Three times, it's no place like home
So why you wanna bury me all alone
I bring a new meaning to underground rap
Dead or alive, i'm still born to mack
Always on the pop charts, straight rapping
I'm not dead, i'm just macking
So as the word turns, i'm a living soul
I even heard a rumor that i overdosed
I'm not a reincarnation of something old
Like king tut i was buried in gold
Why you wanna cry when i'm still living？
Word got out and the rumors started spreading
My momma, called one night
Said 'todd, are you all right？
The whole family's got the too $hort blues
I heard it last night on the evening news'
And that's bad, it's not even true
I told my momma like this 'let's sue'
So many times, i heard i died
I guess i'm like a cat and i got nine lives
Well i'm the p-l-a, y-e-r
I lay bunnies, like hugh heffner
I'm her flavor, kinda saucy
I lay back and let the young freak toss me
Even if she don't like serving a pimp
I'm still living, so let's do it again
I keep rapping, hard as hell
Cause your rumors make my records sell
If you continue, i'll soon be rich
Riding around town going 'biiiitch!'
People always say 'too $hort can't rap'
Now i drive a benz and my bank is fat
It's like crap, put a 'c' on a rhyme
Ain't nothing left homie but a scandalous crime
I'm the best damn rapper you could ever hate
Say i died on the freeway in the earthquake
Say i'm washed up, say i'm through
But the fact still stands i'm better than you
You got rhymes？ well i got more
I take you on a trip to my rappin' store
You find rhymes and raps, poems and caps
Way more raps than any rapper could rap
Cause if you rap like me, he wouldn't have to be
Weak on the mic like my boy mc
It don't stop, to the funky beat
I know you like dancing with a real big freak
I can't dance, but i sure can rhyme
I sold a million, in '89
And if you didn't know baby, it's the 90's now
Old short dog got a new breakdown
I went to miko's, fresh candy paint
Now i'm doing things that the suckers can't
If i was dead, they'd call it 'dead man's rap'
But on the real, short dog is back
Funk funky, off the parliament
I'm still living, so let's do it again
It's incredible, even if i die
I never let 'em bury me without my mic
I bring a new meaning, to underground rap
Dead or alive, i'm still born to mack
I say 'what's up' to my homies in santa rita
Right about now i know you need a
Too $hort rhyme to get you through the day
Oaktown style is the only way
I came up, and now i've sworn
To rock this mic til i can't no more
And that's game, straight pop the most
Mc rapper from the west coast
Too $hort, dead or alive
I still chill on the eastside
Cause i remember how it all began
House parties in east oakland
Now it's on the pop charts, still rapping
I'm not dead, i'm just macking
7.Punk Bitch
write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-ass hoes...
Fake punk-ass bitches...
Do you know what i mean vern？
Fuckin'em up like this, vern...
$hort dog's in the house, bitch!
She's a punk-ass bitch, hoe, tramp and a slut
Took her to the hotel just to fuck
Last night she licked all on my balls
Pussy got wet like niagara-falls
Dropped my drawls and bitch said： 'shit!'
Skinny mothafucka with a fat-ass dick
It's like a t-p-treatment, tongue so fast
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so i called to the crew
You bitches know what to do
Hoes try to front like they ain't no tramps
Try to get that pussy and she say you can't
Me and my partners we got that game
Check a square-ass bitch and make her throw that thang
You wine and dine that nasty freak
Dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek
You never even know how she ran in the home
Jumped on the phone and started to burnin' me out
She kept beepin' so i made the call
Bitch on the phone jackin' off
Sounded like she was havin' fun
Playin' with her pearl tongue
I said： 'bitch, i'm on my way!'
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went to work
I must to bust two nuts back to back
Never seen a bitch work head like that
She had me jumpin' out of my seat
Workin' her jaws to the beat
She was a good dicksucker, i can't lie
Sucked so good i thought i'd die
Bitch blew me up and blew me down
All the way back to the oakland-town
Baby started to singin'： 'i love you!'
Tellin' me things she wanted to do
If i needed some money come to her
Everythin' i want is everythin' i'm worth
And you know what i said？ i told the bitch
I said： 'bitch, i'm rich!'
Fuck these hoes, man...
I ain't trippin'...i'm like al...
Long-hair suckers...
I know you're fine, bitch
But you got no cash you need to get a job
But your lazy-ass try to juice me up
I ain't no punk
I put you in the rap with some serious funk
I wouldn't buy you a car, no diamonds and shit
All the time talkin' about your fake-ass gifts
George bought you a ring, john bought you a chain
Bitch, i'm buyin' you an ounce of this game
You better take it and shut the fuck up
Stop runnin' your mouth like a sucka
Cause you's a punk bitch it shows a mile away
Everythin' you do and everythin' you say
Makes you a punk bitch, no good, no doubt
All i gotta do is stick a dick in your mouth
Wanna give up the pussy, bitch, i'll pass
You're too slim, i like your mama's ass
Pops came home, came up short
Found me in the backroom, fuckin'em both
Now i'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me too $hort they call me too raw
I creep out one room into the next
Nothin' goin' on but some serious sex
Some of these hoes might think i'm played
Bald-head bitch need some dookie braids
Cause that nappy-hair don't even hit
What's cookin' in the kitchen on the back of your neck
Like you burned the rise and wanna front on me
You could never fuck with $hort, baby
I'm from the o-a-k-l-a-n-d
I slap you in the face with reality
These punk-ass hoes out here is sick
Have ya walkin round with a drippy dick
So beautiful fine young thang
To get that cock was just like a dream
But now three days later ask kool moe
You feel the burnin' sensation down below
You're a true blue victim of a punk-ass bitch
Thought she was a square and she gave you the shit
So for all you hoes that live like this
All the homies in the house say： 'punk-ass bitch!'
8.Ain't Nuthin But A Word To Me
Ain't nuthin but a word to me
9.Hard On The Boulevard
Sunshine, convertable tops
You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops
You ride black walls, we ride vogues
You got a girlfriend, we pimp hoes
You say i'm fake, i say you're smoking
I'm just a mack named $hort from oakland
Just like a tag team wrestling tip
With a nasty bitch, then the homie switch
Bitch, ain't getting nothing but a lesson taught
If your pimping ain't strong, it's not my fault
Hoes start choosing, wouldn't give 'em a break
I pull out my old white too $hort tape
I'm playing 'dope fiend beat' and the shit still hits
Trying to stick my dick all in them lips
She said 'no, i never did it before'
Well you ain't the bitch i'm looking for
Cause she's rich and thick and chocolate
Wouldn't hesitate to lick my dick
All my parters say '$hort what's up？'
See me with a bitch with a big-ass butt
I don't answer, i start laughing
Nothing going on but the oaktown macking
Laying it right, all damn night
Hoes getting sprung like they smoking the pipe
El dorado, mazeratti
Nothing but freaks with fine bodies
I love to roll my mercedes benz
I'm nothing but a player like all my friends
So when you call me fake, be for real
The call me short dog cause i'm hard as hell
Hope your girlfriend's name ain't linelle
I screwed her last night in a cheap motel
Like i told my crew, when the toss up's chill
Humping like a chevy rolling down foothill
Get off the pipe fool, stop cracking
Be like short dog and start macking
T double o s-h-o-r-t
I go solo, can't nobody fuck with me
I'll just kick back counting my bank
No cokes smoking, just potent dank
Funky fresh on the microphone
When you spin that wax, it's not the same ol' song
Round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows
You see me at the clubs catching all the hoes
I don't drink vodka, i do drink gin
I like to get a blowjob from your girlfriend
Cause i'm macking, baby, you know that's right
I'm from the oaktown, straight eastside
I got all my game from east oakland streets
Now motherfuck you damn shit-haired freaks
I go on and on as i sing my song
If you're tender and young, i fuck you all night long
I'm not a no-good punk, i didn't make you flunk
I didn't tell the whole world your pussy stunk
I cut you slack in my rap, i could've macked your mother
But life is too $hort so i kept it undercover
I'm so damn hard, on the boulevard
Hoes ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Freak nasty don't trip, to me it ain't shit
You can suck my dick with some fat hoe lips
Riding in a caddy with the top let down
California sunshine, cruising the town
On the boulevard, maybe drop my top
If you're feeling hot, don't even stop
Cause it feels so good, i'm oh so sprung
They way you work that tongue, it just makes me cum
I told all my homies, all about
The way i bust big nuts, in your mouth
On the boulevard, we're riding oh so real
Not skyline, i'm talking about foothill
And when it ended, you know what happened
I'm so hard i just can't stop macking
I know i gotta stop sooner, but i'll stop later
They call me short dog, i'm nothing but a player
I know what she's thinking, 'i'm falling in love'
But there's another freak i'm thinking of
She's got long long hair, she's not like you though
She'll do whatever i say, she'll even be my hoe
Cause i don't wanna get married, i'd rather freak mary
Make good love and i do mean very
Wherever i go, it's the same old case
Same damn thing all over the place
(nothing but bitches) tight-ass jeans to pose in
I used to ride the strip trying to catch the hoes
They wasn't choosing, nope not these hoes
They wanted big time vettes, riding brand new vouges
So like i said before, i ain't tripping
Told myself it's time to stop bullshitting
Did the gangster walk, did it like this
Walked up to a girl and i called her a bitch
I said 'my name is $hort, i don't play games
I only play young bitches, now what's your name？'
She said 'i wouldn't tell you in all my life
You're just a little thug, you're not my type'
I said 'i'm sir too $hort, couldn't be no punk'
East oaktown is where i'm from
You see wherever i go, it's the same old case
Same damn thing all over the place
(nothing but bitches) mad cause i told the truth
I'm calling you one and you can call me, too
Call me too $hort, call me 'too thin'
But you wouldn't get a dime out of this pimp
So just give it up baby and i'll run right through ya
Maybe just maybe i'll come back to ya
Like too clean, i'm riding cadillac
I hit the strip, turn around, and come right back
See i'm a big mack, and every bitch in sight
Says 'is that short dog sitting at a red light？'
10.Pimpology
(pimp)：all we want is the money
(pimp 2)：i keep em' bro. wake up one morning, and, with some
money
To spend, they go crazy.
(verse 1)：
I'm going to tell you a story in stereo,
About the pimping game, that you should know.
But if you don't, it's alright.
Cause i'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When i was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game i was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you wanna be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology： a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the great depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they teach？
English, math, and history.
Pimpin' game, you can learn.
And if you do, you will earn
A pimp diploma, just for you
For learning what you're taught when you come to school.
Lesson 1, you should know：
Never fall in love, with your ho.
Lesson 2 tells you to do only one thing：
Act cool.
Lesson 3：
Don't be a trick. if she's poor, if she's rich,
If your game is soft or hard,
It shouldn't take long to break the broad.
Lesson 4：
Keep ya ho. it's the most important thing to know.
'cause i pimp or die. i'm like the mack：
Riding around oakland in a cadillac.
But on the other hand, if you can't pimp
And the hos keep treating you like a simp,
I don't know what to say about you boys.
You better go to the store and buy some toys.
'cause you can't play this game.
(pimp talking)：
Next time you hear grown folks talking, shut the fuck up y'
hear？
(verse 2)：
Now you heard my story in stereo：
About the pimpin' game, that you should know.
And if you don't, it's alright,
'cause i'll be spittin' this game to ya all damn night.
I'm short dog. ain't nothing nice.
I never rap fake when i'm on the mic.
I ride around town in a clean benz.
Never ever frontin' on my real cool friends.
My zodiac sign is a taurus the bull.
I drink old english, and i do get full.
If you're wondering why i don't stop my rap,
'cause other mc's can't rock like that.
My music flows like domino's.
I pimp these hoes that's how it goes.
Tenders on my beeper all day and night.
I'm a true blue player homeboy. that's right.
O-a-k-l-a-n-d：
That's where i rain, top dog mc.
Too short, baby, on the microphone.
I work more tails. i don't take freaks home.
Man, they start trippin' when they think your rich.
Met her yesterday. all on my tip.
It's not hard to believe. but that's how it goes.
I'm burning rubber on these hoes like vogues.
Check out my style. baby don't stop.
If you can't call me short, just call me dog.
Black is my color. i have no other. nothing else will do.
I've got a black car, black bed, black tv.
I've even got a silk black suit.
Dangerous music, and the dangerous crew,
Oakland, ca, and the playboy too.
West coast rapping al over the place.
Too short, baby, all in your face.
I rap so hardyou can't stop me.
My last album sold a million copies.
Me and the maestro, laying the beat.
Dj scratches from my homeboy pete.
Dangerous music is what you hear.
A new lp, every year.
You know we rolling. can't be faking.
We come through, and all your girls, we're taking.
You know we're rolling. don't do no simpin'.
Oaktown players, strictly pimpin', baby.
My name is short. just what you've been looking for.
Sending young tenders on a wild goose chase.
Up in the hills, trying to find my place.
Getting lost, getting tossed, getting found and clowned.
Every time you see short baby, you get down.
'cause the raps i make are the raps you like.
The way sir too short rocks the mic.
It's a one of a kind, rapping style.
Have the freaks in the crowd, going wild.
For when i spit my rhyme, i just don't quit.
Grab the microphone, and just make me rich.
(pimp 1)： it was $35, 000.
(pimp 2)： $35,000 cash money？
(pimp 1)： no. i get 1. $35, 000 plus 1, right？
(pimp 2)： the one i gave you？
(pimp 1)： no, i gave you 6 alright. i had 1. now $35,000 plus 6
Right.
Now $35, 000 plus 1, plus 6 makes 7.
$35, 000 plus 7, right. motha fucka, can you buy that？
11.Paula ＆ Janet
Bitch! that's a trademark
I was at my house not doing anything
Half past ten i heard the phone ring
When i picked it up, i said 'hello？'
The bitch spoke up and said 'what's up ho？'
I said, 'bitch, if you're fine it's my dick'
Enough playing, who the fuck is this？
She said 'janet' i said 'oh'
Met the bitch last week at my show
I told her 'call me' and i gave her my card
She talked dirty and my dick got hard
That night i fucked the bitch three times straight
Next night we made another date
I gave a concert and she came backstage
Fuck a bitch, i'm trying to get paid
But that puusy squeezed tighter than a vice grip
Fucked around and met this other bitch
Right out the back i told her 'bitch let's go'
Took the bitch to my limo even though
Her friend said i'm ugly, i ain't even fresh
She told her friend they fuck the best
Rushed the bitch to the back seat
She pulled up her skirt and fucked the shit out of me
She said her name was paula, bitch turned me out
Took my dick out the pussy, let me cum in her mouth
She kept sucking like a veteran, i couldn't handle it
The limo door opened, it was janet
She jumped in the car, they started kissing and shit
I kicked back and let 'em have this dick
I told the driver 'take me straight home'
Then called my partner on the car phone
I said 'i'll hook you with a bad-ass bitch'
Come to my house and don't even trip
He came over and we served the hoes
Fucked the bitches like gigalos
Paula and janet will make you wet in your pants
But to me, they're just two more tramps
With some good ass motherfucking pussy, no shit
Short dog's in the motherfucking house and i ain't even
tripping, bitch
12.Rap Like Me
Too $hort, mc
Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top
Keep doing what you're doing and you're sure to get dropped
Like a trick, nothing's even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and fred benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming 'bitch!'
You fronting mc, i hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can't rap
I said it before, i'll say it again
You don't belive me, ask your fans
When i walked into cali, the place was packed
Sir too $hort 'don't stop that rap'
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen to mine
I'm not starting a fight, just telling it right
The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic
His name is too $hort, now shut your mouth
In '81 i was rocking the house
I'm a hustler, baby, coming up
I hustle every day and i don't sell drugs
I don't run no gangs, don't shoot no dice
Gave the same damn speech to the oakland vice
But if you keep pushing, just like you
When they see me on the strip, coming through
I break it down so vicious it'll break your back
With the beat so loud playing too $hort raps
That's it, i'm set
No need to talk that bullshit
I need a, oaktown, big time sound
Just enough beat to get on down
So, you other rappers listen to mine
You wouldn't catch short dog rapping nursery rhymes
Call my rap trash, jam the junk
Put a sticker on the cover： 'x-rated funk'
It's just me, you say i won't go far
But i won't stop rapping cause i rap so hard
＞from here to new york, back to california
I bumped your girlfriend, don't say i didn't warn ya
All this time you said she's your ho
You really shouldn't give baby all that dough
She gave it all to me cause i fuck so good
I practice on the girls in my neighborhood
Cause when i'm freaky i rap, i spit a rap to a freak
I rarely ever think about a sucker mc
I go platinum, it's just like slapping 'em, bitch
Short dog in the house, starting some shit
Mc's rock and mc's roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When i was young, i knew i'd be one of the best
Every time i made a song it came out so fresh
I was the king of the oaktown, spitting my game
10 years later, ain't nothing changed
Still the boss of the bay, and i know what they say
They call me 'godfather' and they call you 'gay'
Bitch! it's 1990
Your girlfriend's out there trying to find me
She heard about me, i fucked her best friend
I guess she wants to see if i can do it again
You want to be like me, so damn bad
The impossible dream all you mc's had
If you could rap like me, you wouldn't have the dream
Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken wing
If could rap like me, they say you're so great
But when they talk about you, they say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way i make you feel like shit
Mc's like you, i've seen 'em before
You keep on saying 'fuck too $hort'
But i'm a better mc than you
And ain't a damn thing you can do, but bitch
On the tv screen, in the magazines
When they interview you, you just make up things
You're on an ego trip and you're fronting like you're down
You're not the first real rapper from the oakland town
You're just a new jack, and you can't even rap
You wanna trip？ trip on that
I'm like mc lyte, checking hoes tonight
If you're not a real rapper, get off the mic
Cause with a fake mc, a song's never complete
You'd better learn to rap like me
'thought you want to be like too $hort' (scratched 2x)
Whenever i rap, you call it noise
I'm tearing up shit up like the acorn boys
On 10th street, i got a big freak
Until you learn to speak, realize you're weak
Cause it's the oaktown, and they all get down
To the rhythm of the too $hort funky sound
It goes boom, baseline's on ya
Dangerous crew from oakland, california
Bitch don't front cause short dog is hard
If you answer my rap, i tear your ass apart
Just liket this, it lasts forever
You make a song and i make one better
You say i cuss, i say you're fake
Your eyes pop open like paper plates
You fronting mc, i hate to cap
I make hit records with the vicious raps
I said it before, i'll say it again
The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans
Like silicon titties, can you feel 'em？
How can a fake rapper fuck with a real one？
Shit, i'm that rapping man
I like you like the klu klux klan
Motherfucker want to front on me？
My posse got a real mc, too $hort
And it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stop
Cause i'm too $hort baby on the microphone and i'm macking,
bitch
'thought you want to be like too $hort' (scratched 4x)
Now back to the subject, my boy mc
Whatever you say, you can't rap like me
Rappers like me make real hits
Rappers like you talk bullshit
I told my boys there's a new funky drummer in town
You're trying to be like james brown
If i couldn't be me, who would i be？
I damn sure wouldn't be a sucker mc
Cause i'm not like you, my game is true
I pimped these hoes and i pimped you, too
Cause i'm boss, and boss makes the rules
You disobey and you be a fool (now listen)
One, remember how it all began
Don't guess, the answer is 'oakland'
Two, you'd better learn to rap like me
Or you like to be a fake mc
Three, never talk down on a player
I wouldn't care if you was fred astaire
Last but not least, number four：
Don't ever fuck with too $hort, bitch
'thought you want to be like too $hort' (scratched 2x)
13.The Ghetto(Reprise)
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