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"moving up!" "east oakland, yeah that's right" (repeat 4x) |
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Oakland, california, west coast life |
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You either play the game or you smoke the pipe |
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I became a rapper at the age 14 |
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No gold ropes, no diamond rings |
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But look at me now, 10 years later |
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Ask any mc if i rap greater |
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See i'm known in fresno, even the big o |
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>from san diego to sacramento |
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They'll tell you yes, wherever you go |
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And i bet my life won't one say no |
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Ain't nothing like a too $hort fan |
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I ain't tripping, you can play it again |
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Don't fight the feeling, life is me |
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I rock shows in nashville, tennessee |
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It wasn't "hee haw," so don't laugh |
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At the good ol' boys getting autographs |
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In cinncinatti, i know you heard |
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I got fined for the "cusswords" |
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It's true, baby, so so unique |
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Might slap your man, or just thump your freak |
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I come to your town, i'm not under |
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I want your name and your telephone number |
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You think i'm faking, but i'll call |
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We only got one night to do it all |
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I know baby it's such a pity |
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Tomorrow night, we hit another city |
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Cold macking in the game is all we do |
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Me and the boys called "the dangerous crew" |
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I used to be local til i signed with jive |
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Too $hort then went nationwide |
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I went to georgia with the too $hort sound |
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I went down like bobby brown |
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I said a rap and they took me to jail |
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Pulled out my bank, and made bail |
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This is my story, it could not wait |
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It all started out in the golden state |
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California, where i was born and raised |
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I used to play the drum in my younger days |
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I just hit that beat any way i can |
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Smooth high-stepping in the marching band |
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I turned in my drum and i started to rap |
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Now beats i make, make my bank so fat |
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It's too $hort, on the mic tonight |
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Pennsylvania, can you see the light? |
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>from chicago, to indiana |
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>from mississippi, to alabama |
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Louisiana, even texas |
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Females, call me sexist |
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But don't they love it, you know me |
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Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me |
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Like engine, engine, number 9 |
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Homies run a train, standing in line |
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If that train jumps off the track |
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Then my brother you will catch the clap |
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>from colorado, to arizona |
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All the way back home to california |
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In chatanooga, they know the tip |
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Short dog in the house, i'm that flip |
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Getting clip, or playing pool |
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I can't help it i'm so damn cool |
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Call me "dog" or leave me alone |
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I'm riding in a caddilac fleetwood chrome |
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With too clean, behind the wheel |
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I'm riding shotgun, rapping for real |
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Total boss in the back, give me superside |
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They like to roll 'em fat cause you know we ride |
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To the beat y'all, and it don't stop |
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It goes on cause i don't stop rapping |
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Now you know, nothing but the dog in me |
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You make love to me and i still act stingy |
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Oh should i pay you? you must be tripping |
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I didn't buy you and i sure ain't renting |
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I said "i love you" cause you gave me head |
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I didn't love you when we got out the bed |
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If i could love you, you know i would |
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But what you giving, ain't all that good |
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A little southern hospitality |
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You'd better try to get away from me |
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I love money, and i just can't fake it |
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I go to magic city and the girls dance naked |
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I'm somewhat of a hero by the way i rap |
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But i'm living like an oaktown mack |
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I'm in the house y'all, i'm like ?peeser? y'all |
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Rat heads get nothing but cheese, y'all |
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Or get slapped, put up your dukes |
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I kick you in your ass with my nike boots |
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Some rappers try to be just like too $hort |
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Can hang with the dog, you'd better stay on the porch |
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In minnesota, virginia beach |
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Wisconson, i got freaks |
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Atlanta, little rock |
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Louisville, it don't stop |
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Kansas city, missouri |
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I rock the house in east st. louis |
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Detroit, it's like oakland |
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It's a black thing, and i'm a black man |
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To all my brothers in the u.s.a. |
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Too $hort baby don't even play |
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Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat |
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I cross the bridge and hit 3rd street |
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Years ago, i rocked that joint |
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I say what's up to my homies from hunter's point |
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We go a long way back, it's always been like that |
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In the days that short dog was so young at the rap |
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I'm in the house! |
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"moving up!" "east oakland, yeah that's right" (repeat 4x) |