Too Short - I Ain't Trippin Lyrics

Too Short - I Ain't Trippin Video

I was told not long ago

Too $hort don't stop that rap!'

Now everytime I grab the mic

I rock you just like that

8 years ago when I started to rap

I use to sell tapes everywhere

It was me and my homeboy freddy b, yoo

Kickin' it like big players

Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills

I rocked house parties on 98th

Even rocked in 69 vill

Might find me on the mic at Hot Lips house

Or at the Eastbay Dragonspot

All the 85th boys with their hand in the air

Screamin' Too $hort just don't stop!'

Like Royal Park, like Plymouth Rock

First street and Sunnyside

Like Sobrante Park and Brookefield

East Oakland, yeah, that's right

5 years ago I continued to rock

And if you haven't yet heard my name

It was all in the papers, on the evening news

I was stone cold in the game

Around that time a friend of mine

My homeboy Lionel B hooked me up like this, yoo

On the stage just rockin' the beat

Some say I have a dirty mind

Sometimes that might be true

But these are just some dirty times

I ain't trippin' on you...

 

I ain't trippin', keep on talkin'

You think I'm smokin' that pipe

I got money, homeboy

I even got some of your future wifes

Well, my story goes like this, man

I smooth went out on wax

Singin' Girl, That's Your Life'

Female Funk' and Shortrapp'

Silky D worked the beat kicked me cold cash

I was ridin' the bus one day

Next day I was on the gas

Everybody loved Too $hort

Rollin' down the strip

Then one day just like that

Homeboy jumped on my tip

You started spreadin' rumors, man

 

Said you saw me rappin' in jail

No, I never came down to the flatlands

I was chillin' with the homies from the hill

I ain't trippin' but the word went out

Sir Too $hort was through

Can't really say where it all began

So i'ma blamin' it all on you

Everybody use to say

Too $hort don't stop that rap!'

Now everytime you see my face

You say i'm smokin' crack

Oakland, California, I heard it all before

I'm makin' big bank now, rockin' the crowd

I ain't trippin' no more...

 

Now I'm back on top again

I still don't stop that rap

Everytime I grab the mic

My bankroll's gettin' fat

Freaky Tales' took care of that

You know I'm comin' up

Cause everytime you see my face

I'm rollin' all so tough

When I made the cut...the-he-he Freaky Tales'

I started picturin' this

I named my album Born To Mack'

With the cleanest raps and beats

Everythin' was kickin' in

Me and Ran kept cashin' checks

Next thing I know there you go

Guess who's on my tip?

You said I just got out of jail

Jumped right back on that pipe

Your sister's boyfriend told you, man

I'm smokin' every night

Then you came to my show

And stood there so damn bold

You said Too $hort, man, you smoking'

And I'm standin' here dreamin' gold

I ain't trippin' no more

Really ain't worth my time

So to squashed it off I kicked on back

And wrote you all the rhyme

Benzes rollin', Beemers jettin'

And Caddies keep on dippin'

You keep on talkin' all that crap

I ain't trippin'...

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Too Short - Gettin' It Lyrics

Too Short - Gettin' It Video

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 should 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 class

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

 

Get your money man, get yours

You should be gettin it

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

Insted of 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)

 

Chorus

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Too Short - I Need A Freak Lyrics

Too Short - I Need A Freak Video

In these times, of hate and pain

We need a remedy, to take us from the reign

Jealousy, a little greed

I've been thinking, of what I need

 

I need a freak, to hold me tight

I need a freak, everyday and every night

I need a freak, I really do

I want a freak, one with ass that looks like you

I need a freak, exclusivly

So that she only comes and satisfies me

I need a freak, to hold me tight

I need a freak, everyday and everynight (help me out!)

 

I need a freak, to hold me tight

I need a freak everyday and every night

I need a freak, with long long hair

A super freak, in underwear

 

I need a freak, here what I say

I need a freak, to get me through the day

I need a freak, so I can swerve

I need a super freak, to calm my nerves

 

Now everyday is the same, I go get me a freak

Take her to my house to we hit the sheets

Got a saltwater fish tank built in the wall

Fat jucuzi tub, sitting in marble

Freaks can't resist, the way it's laid

I spit the game and I got paid

Say short what you doing with all that stack

Bitch seen all four walls had plaques

She go on and drop them drawls

Don't take to long, she can't stop the law with street player

Short dogg baby is a

Kyptonite smoked out crazy nigga

I slip some crip on the freak (bitch)

She started licking on my feet

Up to my ears, back down to here

I need a freak everyday and that's real

 

I need a freak everyday and every night

I need a freak everyday and every night

 

They say the freaks come out at night

You on my mind, you outta sight

If I don't see ya tonight it ain't on

I take my other little young bitch home

Niggers like me, know just what to do

Me and homie want to fuck with you and your girl

Teach you about the new world

Spit the game like old school perms and curls

Get naked, and do that girl

Keep it right there I got on in the chamber

I aim it at your face and then squeeze the trigger

Can you hang with a freaky ass nigger

She took it all, had a ball

She got nothing but a party y'all

So all you squares and player haters don't sleep

I need a freak

 

I need a freak, to hold me tight

I need a freak, everyday and every night

I need a freak with long long hair

A super freak, in underwear

 

I need a freak, I really do

I want a freak, one with ass that looks like you

I need a freak, here what I say

I need a freak, to get me through the day

 

Short dogg's in the house

Ya that's right

Players will be players baby

All dogs must chase the cat

Famous words

We going to get off into this x-rated shit

Ant banks, can I flip the script?

If you break the beat down I'm going to come back, watch

So break it down, watch

We're going to break it down old school style

This is the old school type right?

Short dogg's in the house representing east oakland west coast

This is a west coast thang bitch!

I need a motherfucking bitch, you know what I'm saying

So we're going to call this part two

It's called I need a bitch

 

I need a bitch, to hold me tight

I need a bitch to suck my dick every night (every night)

I need a bitch, I need to get paid

I need a bitch, tonight short dogg's getting laid (that's right)

I need a bitch, you all here me talking

I need a bitch, cause real pimp game be walking

I need a bitch, I really do

I want a nasty ass bitch that acts like you, bitch!

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Too Short - Couldn't Be A Better Player Lyrics

Too Short - Couldn't Be A Better Player Video

Too short: nigga what,nigga what,nigga what

 

East side boyz:

 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Us niggas from the south be representing shit

And trying to keep these player haters of our dick

Never fucking with these loud ass clicks and crews

And bucking down busters that be acting rude

Cause these niggas and these hoes be with some other shit

They like to talk behind your back but in your face they ride yo dick

That's why I stay tight with my crew,

So what you gone do when we come for you

 

Chorus repeat 4x: (in background)

 

What the fuck you gone do nigga, what the

What the fuck you gone do, what you gone do (repeat 4x)

 

(hook): east side boyz

 

Represent yo' click motherfucker

And if you don't then you must be a buster (repeat 2x)

Now put your middle finger up motherfucker (repeat 2x)

Now drop them bows on them motherfucking suckers (repeat 2x)

Now get crunk motherfucker get crunk (repeat 2x)

Now get drunk motherfucket get drunk (repeat 2x)

Now tell them hoes to drop they clothes

And cut something for the motherfucking d-lo's

 

Chorus

 

Too $hort:

 

Short short, short, short

Now I don't give a fuck about ya' benz or ya light-skinned bitch

I don't give a fuck who you tell you don't like this shit

The fact still stand you got one girlfriend

And I fill like the whole world's pimp

I can't be like you, always acting fake

I can tell you how much a real mac can make

A million dollars ain't shit to spend

Get some new hoes and get it again

So don't tell me what'cha wish for

You wanna be kept by a rich hoe

Bitch ass nigga, I'm trying to get me a lick

She better pay me right now she wanna get some dick

I told cha' got the game from the old niggas

Everytime I park my car him come the gold diggers

With the easy pussy sign on display

If you looking for some money don't come this way

 

(hook): too short

 

You couldn't be a better player than me

Even if you fucked every day of the week

I know you think you got it like that with p

I be fucking hoes everyday of the week biiitch!!!

 

Chorus

 

Too $hort:

 

Now I don't give a fuck about cha' phone book and all ya' pictures

Chilling at the club with all ya bitches

Lying on ya' dick save the drama

Got my eye on ya' bitch and ya baby mama, catch ya' snoozing

You know the rules pimp ya' bitch is chosing, ya' bout' to lose them

Yelling get cha' ass in the car bitch

But I'm much to fast with this hard dick

Short dog took ya' broad, it just can't be

Ya' bitch sucked me and fucked me and than she think me

I know the whole story, you ain't serving it right

I'll probably stop by and put some work in tonight

 

(hook): too short

 

You couldn't be a better player than me

Even if you fucked everyday of the week

I know you think you got it like that with p

I be fucking hoes every day of the week

I know you couldn't be a better player than me

Even if you rode in luxury

I know you smoke colting that top notch freak

You never could be a better player than me, biiitch!!!

 

Chorus

 

(hook:) east side boyz

Now what's up fuck nigga what's up (repeat 2x)

You gone buck fuck nigga then buck (repeat 2x)

Ya' boys done left ya' now ya' stuck (repeat 2x)

Ain't got no pistol on ya ass so you stuck (repeat 2x)

You wanna run like a motherfucking bitch

You shouldn't have been no motherfucking snitch (repeat 2x)

My nigga trigger finger startin' to itch (repeat 2x)

You shouldn't have been no motherfucking bitch (repeat 2x)

 

Too $hort:

 

Now I don't give a fuck if you fuck the richest bitch on earth

You can be a jiggalo couldn't get more work

Cause I'm a player from way back taught by the best

No hater can fade me

I was short like the rest of y'all half stepping little dicks wanna be big

Willie's, you got a bad case of the sillies

In the studio you make believers

In real life you more like the cape crusaders

Rushing to the scene to save them hoes

Everytime they come across them crazy folks

You cuff 'em hurry up and get em' to safety

But sooner or later the bitch gotta face me

Cause I put the game down from the start

And you ain't nothing but a dumb ass mark

Do yo' thing and watch me do mine

Get the bitch on the phone and we'll see who lying, nigga

 

What! (until fade)

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Too Short - In The Trunk Lyrics

Too Short - In The Trunk Video

It's on

Where they at, where they at, where they at

 

I sold tapes every day me and freddy b

Been famous since 1983

Give me ten dollars, and you straight get blessed

A rap all about you called the special request

Oakland, you know I go way back

To coug nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's

When homeboys put vogues on any car

With 6 by 9's smoking burners

Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat

Whole town fucked around and started smoking d

Every rap I ever made was about this town

I made 7 whole albums with no james brown

And even though I love his music, I just can't stand

The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man

And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak

Cause I don't sell records in the east

Now what's funky, I say pussy on an old hoe

I guess y'all fools don't know

Why some good rappers can't sell no tapes

It's not the company's fault, the shit sounds fake

You wanna be in the trunk, with the booming box

While the young bitches ride on your jock

You can't do it like this homey, so just pass it

And stop kissing them white folks asses

It's like you smoked a whole damn key

You rap so fast you keep leaving the beat

I'm from the old school, I love p-funk

But now rap music is all that they want

So when I'm in my car, I play clinton

And when I'm on the stage I start pimping

And when I hear your shit, I push eject

Then I throw it out the window with the rejects

And when the hard core rappers go soft

I like to watch when they ass fall off

Cause ain't nothing worth kicking like a sucka mc

And any other rappers ever talk about me

I don't stop rapping, that's all they can say

And how I dogg bitches, every day

But if you can't be a dogg, then you're weak

You be phony like a side show freak

Some rappers try to come off positive

Where I'm from that just ain't how it is

They say rap music is here to stay

But the sucka mc's don't think that way

It took 8 long years before I got my break

So I wonder why rapper's make fake ass tapes

You won't get paid like I did, so give up punk

And while your in the studio, I'm in the trunk

You got no choice, so don't flip that coin

This ain't the military, so you punks can't join

It ain't pop, it's called underground rap

From oakland california and the shit sounds phat

I'm spitting raps to my motherfucking homies

That's why they listen to the one and only

I used to be broke, but now we all used to be

Got no game for a bitch, all the game is for me

And these bitches, can't say shit to me

They could never could fuck with short baby

I'm not a tounge twisting rapper with a funny style

Don't dress hip hop and dance real wild

But I do sell records like a motherfucker

Even though you might I'm just another sucka

I find the beat and then never switch

Grab the microphone and then call you a bitch

You want rent money, I got pimp money

One thing's for sure, I won't give it to a hoe

I throw a bitch in the God damn trunk

And start slamming that oakland funk

Short dogg's in the house, once again

Trying to fade the platnum, with shorty the pimp

And when I do, I'm going straight to the bank

Withdraw some money and buy some dank

You can't relate to my motherfucking homies

That's why they listen to the one and only

I grew up on the funk called p

But these motherfuckers growing up on me

And if I ego trip, and my head is fucked

I take my ass back, to where I grew up

And get real boy, it's never too late

Before I do like you and make a weak ass tape

I'm in the trunk...

 

In the trunk, in, in the trunk

In the trunk, in, in the trunk

In the trunk beating down the block

 

In the trunk, in, in the trunk

In the trunk, in, in the trunk

In the trunk beating down the block

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Too Short - Oakland Lyrics

Too Short - Oakland Video

Oakland (Oh-oh-oh-Oakland) Oaktown (Oh-oh-oh-Oaktown)

Oakland (Oakland, Oakland) Get on down (Oh-oh-Oaktown)

 

Straight from the West, Oakland is the best

Baby it's so fresh (Oakland)

It's called the Big Bad O, city of players on the go

You gotta have Trues and Vogues (Oakland)

Baby, that's my town, when all the tops come down

You'll hear my funky sound (Oh-oh-oh-Oaktown)

O-A-K-L-A-N-D, that city was made for me

Just rocking to the beat (Oakland)

Drop tops rolling down the strip, baby it's the tip

Don't stop dipping til I quit (Oaktown)

Trues and Vogues on my car, baby I'm a star

I'm playing at Player's Park (Oakland)

Everybody on the floor, do you really want some more?

We'll get funky like Playboy $hort (Oh-oh-oh-Oaktown)

 

Oakland (Oakland) Oaktown (Oh-Oaktown)

Oakland (Oakland) Just get on down

Oh-oh-oh-oak, oak-oak-oak-Oaktown

 

Westside coming through, Northside coming to it, too

East Oakland it's for you (Oakland)

Californ-I-A, can you hear me say

Oakland is here to stay (Oakland)

 

Oakland (Oh-oh-oh-Oakland) Oaktown (Oh-oh-oh-Oaktown)

Oakland (Oh-oh-oh-Oakland) Just get on down (Oaktown)

 

Straight from the West, Oakland is the best

Baby it's so fresh (Oakland)

 

Oakland (Oh-oh-oh-Oakland) Oakland (Get on down)

 

Straight from the West, Oakland is the best

Baby it's so fresh (Oakland)

Drop tops roll down the strip, baby that's the tip

Don't stop dipping til I quit (Oakland)

Trues and Vogues on my car, baby I'm a star

I'm playing at Player's Park (Oakland)

 

Oakland (Oh-oh-oh-Oakland) Oakland, get down

Oakland, Oaktown, Oakland, Oh-oh-oh-Oaktown

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Too Short - Old School Lyrics

Too Short - Old School Video

(Too $hort)

Old school.. I'm from the old school

Old school.. I'm from the old school

 

I came in the door as the story goes

Looked around the room all I seen was hoes

It's like a pussy supermarket; let's go shoppin

Packed like sardines, clubs straight poppin

F**k the V.I.P. section

I'm bout to hit the pharmacy, and get my head connected

Get me some protection

Walk around and see who I wanna have sex with

The usual a nice high-yellow cutie

Or maybe tonight, I might find a black beauty

With a big ol' booty, no doubt

We'll have a few drinks and then roll out

I can't do the Jungle Fever

Cause it's too many black hoes here that might see ya

If I peep a white broad with some ass and lips

Fine as hell I'ma have to ask the bitch some'in

Cause I might end up f**kin

I don't care what you say, I don't owe you hoes nothin

I f**k tall bitches, even f**k small bitches

Too bad I can't f**k all you bitches

It don't take players like me too long

To get bitches like you to let me take you home

I got the game from Oakland, California

I'm Short Dawg, I hope your momma warned ya

Bout the old school.. do the old school

I'm from the old school.. do the old school

 

I'm always hustlin, always workin hard

If you tryin to get the money I'ma do my part

On the weekends, we like to celebrate

Cash checks ride away can't wait

F**k crime I'm bustin Too $hort rhymes

Unless it's bout millions I ain't tryin to do time

It's like everyday is Saturday

So many bitches let me have my way

You can analyze it, all you want

But I was knockin bad hoes with no teeth in the front

When I had no money and drove my momma's car

I had bad-ass bitches look like superstars

It's the game, old as it may be

 

It makes fine-ass hoes call me baby

I look down and think, this that f**kin shit

Seein this beautiful bitch, she just suckin my dick

Too many times in a player's wife

We always have to hear what you squares feel like

F**k that; do what you gotta do

I see you creepin through the hood buyin prostitutes

I know I'm f**kin hoes, and gettin high

You wanna criticize me but you livin a lie

With yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for hoes

You ain't shit motherf**ker and Short Dawg knows

I'm from the old school.. do the old school

Do the old school.. I'm from the old school

 

Don't cross the game they'll take yo' life

Respect the game and you can play all night

If you snitchin, don't get caught slippin

If you blood'n or crip'n, other niggaz set-trippin

Watch yo' back, it don't take a brainiac

We got a lot of homocidal maniacs in the streets

Sometimes life is terrible

Y'all say goodbye, niggaz say be careful

Back in the day they woulda killed yo' ass

For a reason, they might even keep you breathin

F**k your whole world up, you can't get down

Broke livin on the streets and you can't skip town

But ain't no slow deaths in the triple-oh

If you f**kin up then you get to go

Somebody gon' hold you down

So you can't get up off that cold ground

Lights flashin, and you keep passin out

You know you f**ked up with your bad-ass mouth

Once upon a time they woulda knocked you out

Maybe back in ninety-nine, but not in 2000

Anybody wanna do it like the old school?

Hella niggaz at the park with no shootin

Sunday afternoon, at the park

Niggaz leanin hella hard goin by in the car

Do the old school.. do the old school

I'm from the old school.. do the old school

Old school.. do the old school

I'm from the old school..

Yeah old school baby, BEOTCH!

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Too Short - More Freaky Tales Lyrics

Too Short - More Freaky Tales Video

BEYOTCH!

Short Dog's in the house, once again with this pimp shit

 

These are the tales, the freaky tales

These are the tales that I tell so well

For fifteen years I've been a real player

So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah

 

I met this girl in Atlanta

She let a nigga fuck but I still can't stand her

The pussy wasn't good I said What's up bitch?

I'm tired of fuckin' can you suck dick?

She said No, but she had another friend

So I switched like a real pimp

Laying on my back with my dick in her mouth

I said Beyotch!! What you talkin' 'bout?

She mumbled something, I don't know what she said

Smoking on a joint gettin some bomb-ass head

Bitch said her name was Theresa

All on my dick like cheese on pizza

In the A-T-L where the grass is greener

I fucked Nina, Melina, Sabrina and Tina

When I first moved out there, I met Holly

Five-foot one with a bad ass body

Freaky little bitch she was a Gemini

She used to stand up and say Shoot it in my eye!

I met another girl went to Spellman College

Every day after school I aquired the knowledge

I took her to my house so I could get some

I fucked her real good and made the bitch cum

She was hella limber, said her name was Amber

She wouldn't stop screaming, that's all I remember

I had another freak, her name was Wendy

When I first met the bitch she said Please don't pimp me!

I did it anyway

I'm coming straight from Oakland, C-A

Ain't no other way, like my girl Shante

She lives in Atlanta, but she comes from the Bay

Let me hit that hometown pussy on the strimp

Look out for a nigga, treat me like a pimp

You know I can't forget about the strippers

Cinderella with the glass slipper

Top down in the Benz ain't spendin' no ends

Fat bag of indo, bring all your friends

It's like Lotto, you get a quick pick

Bitches said they heard I had a big dick

So I showed it to 'em, only took one second

Dick rock hard, bitches gettin' nekked

 

These are the tales, the freaky tales

These are the tales that I tell so well

For fifteen years I've been a real player

So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah

 

I know another bitch, her name is Terri

I lied to the bitch It's about time I get married

I couldn't see me pimpin' her

So I fucked her next door neighbor, Jennifer

She had two roommates, Cindy and Amy

Terri caught me creepin' and said Nigga don't play me!

But them hoes liked to freak

I used to send 'em new niggas every other week

I never would tell you all the hoes I fucked

These are the tales, some of this shit I made up

I change the name so I can rhyme and shit

So if it's you, you know the time bitch!

I spent the night with Monique in between the sheets

It was her, her girlfriend April and me

I do it on the regular, two at a time

Call it what you want I be a fool wit' mine

Like them Texas niggas, I never would change

Like my niggas up in Cleveland spit the good game

These hoes recognize when I come in the door

I ain't trickin bitch, so what you want me for?

Like Natalie, swearin' up and down I had to be the one

Bitch lets have some fun

I fucked her, you thought I didn't

Short Dog's in the house and I keep on pimpin'

So then I fucked the twins, Sharon and Karen

Went straight for the panties, but they wasn't wearin 'em

Don't ask me who I fucked first, it ain't my fault

In the end, I still got the same results

 

These are the tales, the freaky tales

These are the tales that I tell so well

For fifteen years I've been a real player

So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah

 

Hell yeah, I never would forget Charlene

We was layin real close like two sardines

Talkin', laughin', kissin' and shit

Next thing I know she started kissin' my dick

You know the rest, before she left I paged Mia

I told her I got a new freak over here

She rushed over, I left and when I came back

Them hoes was lickin' cats

They call me Short when I'm pimpin', Dog when I'm mackin'

Gotta get the money, thats all thats happenin'

She wants to be my love slave, I need some bug spray

To keep these hoes away

I never would tell you all the hoes I fucked

These are the tales, some of this shit I made up

I change the name so I can rhyme and shit

So if it's you, you know the time bitch!

 

These are the tales, the freaky tales

These are the tales that I tell so well

For fifteen years I've been a real player

So if you wanna get fucked say hell yeah (hell yeah)

Beyotch!

And it don't stop

Old school Short Dog

Still spittin' it

Still gettin' it

Gettin' that money

Eastside baby, Oakland

You ain't knowin?

Beyotch!

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Too Short - Good Life Lyrics

Too Short - Good Life Video

Yeah, we balling baby

(As we proceed to give you what we need) thats right

Oh you don't know, we gonna tell you how it is

 

When you living the good life, good life

Everything is tight, money right

Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride

Such a good life, good life

When you living the good life, good life

Everything is tight, money right

Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride

Such a good life, good life

 

You thought it was a fad, you really cant understand rap

How these young playas come up and live fat

Big houses, cars, watch the homies bubble

Do a lot of good but cant stay out of trouble

?? cause hes the president, he bought a lot of stuff you could never get

Take us to the game you wanna see my bus,

But all the little kids wanna be like us

When they get home, and turn the TV on,

Its Too $hort baby on the microphone

I see a lot of styles when im watching videos

Looking at the background talking at the hoes

Then they R and B cats incorporated rap into their program

(What happened to the slow jams)

We dropping platinum, numba one, bitch, thats how its done

 

When you living the good life, good life

Everything is tight, money right

Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride

Such a good life, good life

When you living the good life, good life

Everything is tight, money right

Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride

Such a good life, good life

 

Lil homie went to school everyday, knew what he wanted

Wa'nt trying to be a thug wa'nt trying to get blunted

It was all a dream, but theres certain things

You gotta do, like do good in school

His best friend wouldn't listen didn't make good grades

Coach kicked him off the team wouldn't let 'em play

So he stopped going to school and started hangin with some g's

Drinkin beer and smoking weed

Two years later one went to college quick he got a basketball scholarship

His homeboy was in the hood one day got arrested

Took him to the pen they say he got molested

Jealous cause his old friend took the right path

Watching ESPN I saw him in the draft

Now he got a V-12 sittin on dubs, thats how it is when ya what

 

When you living the good life, good life

Everything is tight, money right

Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride

Such a good life, good life

When you living the good life, good life

Everything is tight, money right

Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride

Such a good life, good life

 

She used to be a nerd on the honor roll

A four eye conesour, books kinda short on looks

A latch key kid, best friend was her computer

In high school nobody wanted to do her

When she graduated from college she got paid

Got a good job, now she got it made

Gots some contacts, and let her hair down

She gots the legs and the walk that'll make you stare her down

You betta get you're shit together you running out of time

Something on your mind, you need to stop lyin'

You aint balling like her you cant get into the party

Out in Beverly hills trying flip a Ferrari

Butcha credit ain't cool and you got declined

He said You're welcome and But to come back anytime

But me, im spending cash for this bitch

And thats just the way it is

 

When you living the good life, good life

Everything is tight, money right

Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride

Such a good life, good life

When you living the good life, good life

Everything is tight, money right

Everybody wanna be by your side, trying to ride

Such a good life, good life

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Too Short - Ain't Nuthin But A Word To Me Lyrics

Too Short - Ain't Nuthin But A Word To Me Video

Ain't nuthin but a word to me

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