| Song | Thangs Change |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Album | Cocktails |
| 作词 : D., Shaw, Shorty B. | |
| Simpty is for them simp ass niggaz | |
| Talkin lot, til i spray dumpin ??? niggaz | |
| Whenver talklin shit, i straight rip 'em | |
| And niggaz know i come equip when i whip them | |
| [short dawg] | |
| You say how can i make these dirty raps | |
| Number one albums, back to back | |
| If it was 1950, do you think i sell, no | |
| They probably throw me straight to jail | |
| I tell you life just ain't what it used to be | |
| Between you and me, exclusively | |
| Everybody's changed, were losing our minds | |
| The government won't help, cause they refuse to find | |
| A solution to the problems of the inner streets | |
| Its a shame what our kids are beginning to be | |
| Pregnant teenagers, young gun slangers | |
| There ain't no love, there ain't nothin but anger | |
| We don't go to church and can't pray in school | |
| Listen real close to what i'm sayin fool | |
| I know kids who went to school together | |
| Now they all grown up, tryin to kill each other | |
| Shootouts on the playground is where it goes down | |
| But back in the day, we rode the merry-go-round | |
| And some little kid might shoot me tonight | |
| And i always used to wonder what the future be like | |
| Curse words on the tv and radio | |
| You wanna see sex, turn it on hbo | |
| Late at night, you see women freak women | |
| Sex sale, that's why i keep pimpin | |
| I grew up in the 70s', somethin like crooklyn | |
| But i was in cali not brooklyn | |
| I could tell the whole world was going crazy | |
| But it really didn't happen til the 80s' | |
| With freebasin and smokin crack | |
| A lotta people learned not to joke with that | |
| Streets flooded, with homeless folks | |
| Whole families, lives gone up in smoke | |
| We're all related to a crackhead | |
| Sometimes i wake up in the mornin and wanna go back to bed | |
| Layin these thinkin bout things | |
| About the way life change | |
| How women used to like to wear decent clothes | |
| Now they curse like men and dress like hoes | |
| You supposed to be a virgin til you marry | |
| But teenage girls find it normal to carry a baby | |
| Babies havin babies | |
| Rappers like me always disrespectin ladies | |
| Wonder why its like that, well so do i | |
| But i just turn my back and then i go get high | |
| Cause i get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch | |
| And you bought it, so don't be mad i got rich | |
| Ask your grandparents, is life the same | |
| Man thangs change | |
| Chorus | |
| There used to be a time when old folks were respected | |
| Kids talkin back was never accepted | |
| Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with soap | |
| But kids nowadays will curse out old folks | |
| Then you tell me i need to be a role model | |
| And get these babies off the 40ounce bottles | |
| But i'm not the one who made alcohol legal | |
| Liquor stores on every corner that's why we go | |
| Buy 40ounces and go get drunk | |
| Don't respect our kids, like no good punks | |
| And then they grow up to be hardcore criminals | |
| Shoot 'em up, slang dope always pimpin hoes | |
| I know its those that don't believe what i'm sayin on the mic right | |
| So baby d won't you tell them what its like | |
| [baby d] | |
| Its kinda hard comin up as a youngster | |
| Gotta deal with the roof that i'm under | |
| Even though my moms got it hard | |
| My daddy passed away, now i'm stuck without a father | |
| But times have changed bro | |
| I never ever seen santa claus comin through the ghetto | |
| But you know what i always see | |
| I always see the white man robbin the black man back g | |
| And i don't even get in trouble for it | |
| And i don't see nothin forward | |
| Always tryin to beat the black man to death | |
| Punk police wanna hide behind your badge | |
| Always tryin arrest somebody | |
| All we gotta do is beat him with the billyclub | |
| Here i come, i comin with my gun | |
| I'm shootin in the head police now what | |
| [short dawg] | |
| I tell you life is too short for it to be like that | |
| We gotta be leaders, can't follow the pack | |
| With all them fiends in the streets smokin crack | |
| What you give life is what it gives you back | |
| Cause money in the ghetto ain't nothin new | |
| But when you get the money gotta know what to do | |
| Buy you a business or buy you a house | |
| Just so the police can't wipe you out | |
| I heard it in the streets, they say you the man | |
| So try to help your brothers and lend a helpin hand | |
| Now what we gone do | |
| [mr. malik] | |
| We came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like john gotti | |
| I said we came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like john gotti | |
| Now run up and get gun up the slack black | |
| I'm hittin blackjack in the casino when i mack slap | |
| What you wanna play like al pacino with this | |
| Type of style withthe lyricist this funk of hits | |
| And the biscuits i drop | |
| Motherfuckers know i come down and show me ?? | |
| I don't really care | |
| From the front or the rear | |
| Word to your mother i'm bout to smother and smear | |
| Its that master all i intelligent | |
| Chain that i swing from the others is irrelevant | |
| For you motherfucker step up to the m-i-c | |
| I'm down with shorty, ant banks and mally g | |
| Its malik and i freak it's obsolete | |
| My technique motherfucker know i flow over beats | |
| Like water, slaughter dick in yo daughter | |
| And my nuts up in her jaws when she suckin on my balls | |
| Yiggy y'all niggaz best to ask somebody | |
| Cause i'm shootin motherfuckers down with the shotty | |
| Its the motherfuckin master blaster | |
| Its, its the motherfuckin ghetto bastard |
| zuò cí : D., Shaw, Shorty B. | |
| Simpty is for them simp ass niggaz | |
| Talkin lot, til i spray dumpin ??? niggaz | |
| Whenver talklin shit, i straight rip ' em | |
| And niggaz know i come equip when i whip them | |
| short dawg | |
| You say how can i make these dirty raps | |
| Number one albums, back to back | |
| If it was 1950, do you think i sell, no | |
| They probably throw me straight to jail | |
| I tell you life just ain' t what it used to be | |
| Between you and me, exclusively | |
| Everybody' s changed, were losing our minds | |
| The government won' t help, cause they refuse to find | |
| A solution to the problems of the inner streets | |
| Its a shame what our kids are beginning to be | |
| Pregnant teenagers, young gun slangers | |
| There ain' t no love, there ain' t nothin but anger | |
| We don' t go to church and can' t pray in school | |
| Listen real close to what i' m sayin fool | |
| I know kids who went to school together | |
| Now they all grown up, tryin to kill each other | |
| Shootouts on the playground is where it goes down | |
| But back in the day, we rode the merrygoround | |
| And some little kid might shoot me tonight | |
| And i always used to wonder what the future be like | |
| Curse words on the tv and radio | |
| You wanna see sex, turn it on hbo | |
| Late at night, you see women freak women | |
| Sex sale, that' s why i keep pimpin | |
| I grew up in the 70s', somethin like crooklyn | |
| But i was in cali not brooklyn | |
| I could tell the whole world was going crazy | |
| But it really didn' t happen til the 80s' | |
| With freebasin and smokin crack | |
| A lotta people learned not to joke with that | |
| Streets flooded, with homeless folks | |
| Whole families, lives gone up in smoke | |
| We' re all related to a crackhead | |
| Sometimes i wake up in the mornin and wanna go back to bed | |
| Layin these thinkin bout things | |
| About the way life change | |
| How women used to like to wear decent clothes | |
| Now they curse like men and dress like hoes | |
| You supposed to be a virgin til you marry | |
| But teenage girls find it normal to carry a baby | |
| Babies havin babies | |
| Rappers like me always disrespectin ladies | |
| Wonder why its like that, well so do i | |
| But i just turn my back and then i go get high | |
| Cause i get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch | |
| And you bought it, so don' t be mad i got rich | |
| Ask your grandparents, is life the same | |
| Man thangs change | |
| Chorus | |
| There used to be a time when old folks were respected | |
| Kids talkin back was never accepted | |
| Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with soap | |
| But kids nowadays will curse out old folks | |
| Then you tell me i need to be a role model | |
| And get these babies off the 40ounce bottles | |
| But i' m not the one who made alcohol legal | |
| Liquor stores on every corner that' s why we go | |
| Buy 40ounces and go get drunk | |
| Don' t respect our kids, like no good punks | |
| And then they grow up to be hardcore criminals | |
| Shoot ' em up, slang dope always pimpin hoes | |
| I know its those that don' t believe what i' m sayin on the mic right | |
| So baby d won' t you tell them what its like | |
| baby d | |
| Its kinda hard comin up as a youngster | |
| Gotta deal with the roof that i' m under | |
| Even though my moms got it hard | |
| My daddy passed away, now i' m stuck without a father | |
| But times have changed bro | |
| I never ever seen santa claus comin through the ghetto | |
| But you know what i always see | |
| I always see the white man robbin the black man back g | |
| And i don' t even get in trouble for it | |
| And i don' t see nothin forward | |
| Always tryin to beat the black man to death | |
| Punk police wanna hide behind your badge | |
| Always tryin arrest somebody | |
| All we gotta do is beat him with the billyclub | |
| Here i come, i comin with my gun | |
| I' m shootin in the head police now what | |
| short dawg | |
| I tell you life is too short for it to be like that | |
| We gotta be leaders, can' t follow the pack | |
| With all them fiends in the streets smokin crack | |
| What you give life is what it gives you back | |
| Cause money in the ghetto ain' t nothin new | |
| But when you get the money gotta know what to do | |
| Buy you a business or buy you a house | |
| Just so the police can' t wipe you out | |
| I heard it in the streets, they say you the man | |
| So try to help your brothers and lend a helpin hand | |
| Now what we gone do | |
| mr. malik | |
| We came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like john gotti | |
| I said we came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like john gotti | |
| Now run up and get gun up the slack black | |
| I' m hittin blackjack in the casino when i mack slap | |
| What you wanna play like al pacino with this | |
| Type of style withthe lyricist this funk of hits | |
| And the biscuits i drop | |
| Motherfuckers know i come down and show me ?? | |
| I don' t really care | |
| From the front or the rear | |
| Word to your mother i' m bout to smother and smear | |
| Its that master all i intelligent | |
| Chain that i swing from the others is irrelevant | |
| For you motherfucker step up to the mic | |
| I' m down with shorty, ant banks and mally g | |
| Its malik and i freak it' s obsolete | |
| My technique motherfucker know i flow over beats | |
| Like water, slaughter dick in yo daughter | |
| And my nuts up in her jaws when she suckin on my balls | |
| Yiggy y' all niggaz best to ask somebody | |
| Cause i' m shootin motherfuckers down with the shotty | |
| Its the motherfuckin master blaster | |
| Its, its the motherfuckin ghetto bastard |