Song | Short but Funky |
Artist | Too $hort |
Album | Short Dog's In The House |
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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 |
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 xrated 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 right 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 |
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 xrated 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 right 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 |