Song | Short Dog's in the House |
Artist | Too Short |
Album | Short Dog's in the House |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Shaw | |
"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) |
zuo ci : Shaw | |
" 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 highstepping 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 |
zuò cí : Shaw | |
" 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 highstepping 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 |