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  • Moving up! east oakland, yeah thats 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 Im known in fresno, even the big o
  • >from san diego to sacramento
  • Theyll tell you yes, wherever you go
  • And I bet my life wont one say no
  • Aint nothing like a too $hort fan
  • I aint tripping, you can play it again
  • Dont fight the feeling, life is me
  • I rock shows in nashville, tennessee
  • It wasnt hee haw, so dont laugh
  • At the good ol boys getting autographs
  • In cinncinatti, I know you heard
  • I got fined for the cusswords
  • Its true, baby, so so unique
  • Might slap your man, or just thump your freak
  • I come to your town, Im not under
  • I want your name and your telephone number
  • You think Im faking, but Ill call
  • We only got one night to do it all
  • I know baby its 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
  • Its 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 dont 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, Im that flip
  • Getting clip, or playing pool
  • I cant help it Im so damn cool
  • Call me dog or leave me alone
  • Im riding in a caddilac fleetwood chrome
  • With too clean, behind the wheel
  • Im 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 yall, and it dont stop
  • It goes on cause I dont 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 didnt buy you and I sure aint renting
  • I said I love you cause you gave me head
  • I didnt love you when we got out the bed
  • If I could love you, you know I would
  • But what you giving, aint all that good
  • A little southern hospitality
  • Youd better try to get away from me
  • I love money, and I just cant fake it
  • I go to magic city and the girls dance *****
  • Im somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
  • But Im living like an oaktown mack
  • Im in the house yall, Im like ? peeser? yall
  • Rat heads get nothing but cheese, yall
  • 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, youd better stay on the porch
  • In minnesota, virginia beach
  • Wisconson, I got freaks
  • Atlanta, little rock
  • Louisville, it dont stop
  • Kansas city, missouri
  • I rock the house in east st. louis
  • Detroit, its like oakland
  • Its a black thing, and Im a black man
  • To all my brothers in the u.s.a.
  • Too $hort baby dont 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 whats up to my homies from hunters point
  • We go a long way back, its always been like that
  • In the days that short dog was so young at the rap
  • Im in the house!
  • Moving up! east oakland, yeah thats right (repeat 4x)

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