from san diego to sacramentoThey'll tell you yes, wherever you goAnd i bet my life won't one say noAin't nothing like a too $hort fanI ain't tripping, you can play it againDon't fight the feeling, life is meI rock shows in nashville, tennesseeIt wasn't "hee haw," so don't laughAt the good ol' boys getting autographsIn cinncinatti, i know you heardI got fined for the "cusswords"It's true, baby, so so uniqueMight slap your man, or just thump your freakI come to your town, i'm not underI want your name and your telephone numberYou think i'm faking, but i'll callWe only got one night to do it allI know baby it's such a pityTomorrow night, we hit another cityCold macking in the game is all we doMe and the boys called "the dangerous crew"I used to be local til i signed with jiveToo $hort then went nationwideI went to georgia with the too $hort soundI went down like bobby brownI said a rap and they took me to jailPulled out my bank, and made bailThis is my story, it could not waitIt all started out in the golden stateCalifornia, where i was born and raisedI used to play the drum in my younger daysI just hit that beat any way i canSmooth high-stepping in the marching bandI turned in my drum and i started to rapNow beats i make, make my bank so fatIt's too $hort, on the mic tonightPennsylvania, can you see the light?>from chicago, to indiana>from mississippi, to alabamaLouisiana, even texasFemales, call me ***istBut don't they love it, you know meFreak nasty in a room trying to blow meLike engine, engine, number 9Homies run a train, standing in lineIf that train jumps off the trackThen my brother you will catch the clap>from colorado, to arizonaAll the way back home to californiaIn chatanooga, they know the tipShort dog in the house, i'm that flipGetting clip, or playing poolI can't help it i'm so damn coolCall me "dog" or leave me aloneI'm riding in a caddilac fleetwood chromeWith too clean, behind the wheelI'm riding shotgun, rapping for realTotal boss in the back, give me supersideThey like to roll 'em fat cause you know we rideTo the beat y'all, and it don't stopIt goes on cause i don't stop rappingNow you know, nothing but the dog in meYou make love to me and i still act stingyOh should i pay you? you must be trippingI didn't buy you and i sure ain't rentingI said "i love you" cause you gave me headI didn't love you when we got out the bedIf i could love you, you know i wouldBut what you giving, ain't all that goodA little southern hospitalityYou'd better try to get away from meI love money, and i just can't fake itI go to magic city and the girls dance nakedI'm somewhat of a hero by the way i rapBut i'm living like an oaktown mackI'm in the house y'all, i'm like ?peeser? y'allRat heads get nothing but cheese, y'allOr get slapped, put up your dukesI kick you in your ass with my nike bootsSome rappers try to be just like too $hortCan hang with the dog, you'd better stay on the porchIn minnesota, virginia beachWisconson, i got freaksAtlanta, little rockLouisville, it don't stopKansas city, missouriI rock the house in east st. louisDetroit, it's like oaklandIt's a black thing, and i'm a black manTo all my brothers in the u.s.a.Too $hort baby don't even playWoofers in the trunk, blasting the beatI cross the bridge and hit 3rd streetYears ago, i rocked that jointI say what's up to my homies from hunter's pointWe go a long way back, it's always been like thatIn the days that short dog was so young at the rapI'm in the house!"moving up!" "east oakland, yeah that's right" (repeat 4x)
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