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LYRICS FOR GET IN WHERE YOU FIT IN

SONG: I'M A PLAYER - [...I'm a player and I'm playing jus' the bass...] 2X You see, I made up my mind when I was seventeen I ain' with no marriage and a wedding ring I be a player for life so where's my wife?Probaly at the rehab stuck on the pipe Cause she must be smoking and I'm not joking Too $hort, baby, coming straight from Oakland Got way mo' b*** than I ever needI put that on a big fat bag of weed Cause I can give you a b**** but wouldn't give you a joint B**** aint shit and now I made my point So you can light that weed while I spit this rap And tell you about a player from way back I was only fourteen when I first got my d*** sucked Now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts Getting freaky in the right situations You wanna rap, well, that's a nice occupation... To get pussy when you want and how you want it, fool Cause I was f**** ugly h** back in high schoolI used to f*** young ass h*** Used to be broke and didn't have no clothesNow I f*** top notch b**** Telling stories about rags to riches About a pimp named $horty from the Oakland set Been macking for years and ain't fell of yet So if you ever see me rolling in my drop top caddy, Throw a peace sign and say: 'hey, pimp daddy!' Cause I never would front on my folks I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokesB**** come a dime a dozen So don't get mad when I f*** your cousin Your two sisters, I even f*** your ex-b*** $hort Dog in the house with some player shit... [...I'm a player and I'm playing jus' the bass...] 4X All the fake players peep game from the real Player hating lover tell me how do ya feel... When you front to the homies how you grind'em Look for a tramp but you can't find'em You got one girlfriend, you see her every night Coming around the partners, lying about your life Looked at your watch it said six twenty-two Cut to the house and said: 'baby, I love you!' Can't act like a mack like playboy $ho' And the rest of the macks in the streets of the O...B***! Coming up we learn how to freak these hoes And when your through getting yours then you shake these hoes And when your older, it's nothing but a routine Making G's everyday working blue jeans I know I've seen it before, I see it again, Young tender saying: '$hort, would you be my man?'... [...I'm a player and I'm playing jus' the bass...] 4X Yeeeah! There's alot of fake players out there talkin' bad about Ant Banks... You know what I'm saying? But hey ain' trippin up... $hort Dog, what you do about them player haters? Trying stay away from Kriss Kross imitators Put ya in a cross cause they really just haters I thought you knew, $hort Dog is a playerBorn to mack and got b**** everywhere I ride around town in my clean ass carsScreening these h*** like movie stars Checking my traps like a dirty rat, I was born to mack, I'm hookin' h*** like crackI be a monkey on your back, b*** Until you kick that $hort Dog habit got you on my d*** And even though I can't f*** you every day That's cause I got another b**** around the way We can all get together on a late night Cut to the house hook something up real tight I really don't care cause I'm a player... [...I'm a player and I'm playing jus' the bass...] 4X
SONG: JUST ANOTHER DAY - I woke up one day in Vacaville Around the corner from the PenFat house on the hill All the homies in the Pen straight locked down But I gotta get dressed and hit the Oaktown I called Randy Austin on the telephone Early in the morning but he still ain't home So I called Ant Banks to see what's up He said meet me at the studio at two o'clock I got dressed, smoking on some serious dank Grabbed my keys off the table and a big ol' bank I hit Interstate 80 and I'm rollingJoint's still burning and I'm smoking I was on my way to San Jose...To the stereo shop that make my music play Cause one amp shut down and the bass ain't playing Didn't take long, for Joel and Janks to have me slumping So I called up Boo: 'what's up, nigga? What you about to do?' He said: 'just kicking back, waiting on the fellas... About to go eat at Della's!'I said: 'it sure sounds good to me, I can't go tho', gotta hit Myrtle Street!'Passed Acorns on my way, bitch It's just anotha day...Big Banks came through and started mixing Sitting in the studio, kick back listening To some funky ass shit from The Dangerous CrewDavey D came through with FM Blue Shorty B rolled up smoking fat onesPee-Wee had a crew in the back room Goldy had the tramps giving head, breaking offRappin Ron and Ant Diddly Dog Twin one and two is telling storiesAbout beating down n****s for the glory Had to catch a plane that night and roll out of town Everybody getting high trying hard to clownI had to go shop fo its time to leave I dipped to the mall, flipped me some jeansRolled on out like a playa Hot ass day, b**** everywhereI'm leaning hard to the left like a big shot Checking out the h***, seeing who'll get knocked Cause when you f*** with $hort, you get f*** quick I run some drama on ya ass and make ya suck d*** Ride through the old scene beaming it slow Talking that shit, five niggas on the fourDrive crazy, trying to tear up shit It's just anotha day in Oakland, bitch...It was me, Jaques, Beamin and Tilo Boo, Keke, Slow Motion and P.O.Spud, Ju-Ju, Frog and Big-E Getting high on our streetBug, Joe A, Ce-Ce and Mark Rolling four deep from Sobrante ParkHoward came through from the B-Town Motherf**** getting high, it's goin down It's the same everyday, everyday it's the same But that night we hit the hoop gameWho was playing? Seattle versus Golden State Hollered at the homeboy Gary PaytonAfter the game, we went to his house NBA Jams, turned us outN*** talkin about slamming bones Any kinda way to get your gamble onBet! All you kept hearin was bet Dice game on the pooltable, f*** that shitI ain't going outta town broke I gotta have a bank, get some dank to smoke Think I'm gambling, you must be insane It started getting late, I had to catch that planeSo I cut to the airport Just anotha day for Too $hort...I was high as f*** on the airplane Thinking to myself about a street gangHow a black man'll do you in a minute Walk around the corner see some shit and get in it How the police always trying to catch us Fell asleep and woke up in Houston, Texas Gangta ass n**** from the 5th and the 3rd Take ya ass there, n****, f*** what ya heard Next night we did a show in New OrleansSame gangstas, same old scene Yelling at 7th and 9th WardI see my homies from the 3rd and the 4th It was me, Big Dog and the Acorn possehaving fun and you just can't stop me I did a show in Birmingham, AlabamaThen caught a plane in Atlanta I heard about the motherf*** freaknick Popped that p**** hole, f*** that weak shit You shoulda seen all the b**** on the streetN**** from Detroit was deep All my partnas from the O flew upAnd they was slanging that danky stuff Getting high with some brothers from Miami and Cleveland Kicking back talking about we ain't leaving...
SONG: MONEY IN THE GHETTO - In the ghetto, you think life is hard Food stamps and toe up carsWall to wall, dirty on carpet Sit in a bucket, hoping you can start itAnd ride around to the liquor store Can't get a job, get drunk some moreYou betta stop tripping on them stereotypes Cause in the ghetto there's a good life We ain't starving like Marvin and won't see no roach When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood Ya sitting on leather watching big screensBought by the dopefiends Smoking and what about the brother with the good jobs Saving money and working hardBought a house for his wife and kids Ya only got one life to liveI know a brother that got some cocaine Ya know his face but don't know his nameYa know he got the sack, man And he's sitting on a phat bankSelling cars at his house in the driveway Being so clean, don't roll it, just fly awayCause folks got money in the ghetto Yeah, you know...Hey! Hey! Hey!Whatcha got to say?(It's money in the ghetto) Hollywoooooood...Having money in the ghettooo... Money in the ghetto ain't nothing newIt's been like dat way before you... Was even born, get up from the down strokeChocolate City for the black folks Say it loud in ya hot pantsMan child in the promise land I take ya back to Iceberg's landAnd all the playas that came before him If you a everyday hustler, get cha money Cause what they do to blackman ain't funnyAll the time trying to put us the pen You get parole and then they send ya again All the homies in the hood getting paidYou might have left but the money stayed In the ghetto it ain't all bout drugsGetting paid doing all kinds of stuff Only rule on the street is don't get caught Unless ya hustle ain't breaking the lawAnd even though rich folks got it good We're sitting on it phat in the hoodI'm riding them gold ones Smoking dank and it's potentAsk them fools cause they know It's money in the ghetto...Hey! Hey! Hey!Whatcha got to say? (It's money in the ghetto)Hollywoooooood...Having money in the ghettooo... I got money, baby, just tell me the priceCause $hort Dog ain't nothing nice I always hit the town wit my boy Ben FranklinSpend fo', get an ounce a dank then Rich nigga get high, relaxingAnd if I bust a Ben Frank, get some Andrew Jacksons Five twenties for a hundred dollar billYou know the math, let's make deal On a one dollar bill if ya look on the front Ya find the face of George WashingtonMake money, baby, that's all I do That's how I know Thomas Jefferson is on the two Abraham Lincoln got shot and diedFreed the slaves so they put him on the five And how much in my old time friendThey put his face on the front of the ten They are the dead presidentsFrom the hood and they represent The American Dream for the average minority Make some money, get some weed and a forty I'm on the east side, living like a kingKick back, watch a fifty inch screens Bounce to the west and hit studioAnd spend my money in the ghettoHey! Hey! Hey! Whatcha got to say?(It's money in the ghetto)Hollywoooooood... Having money in the ghettooo...
Song: 4 - Bj Betty Right about now in the place to be Too $hort baby Gettin' real funky with the motherf***in' Dangerous Crew, b***, with that old school Too $hort baby, I'm so hard P***in' these h***s on the boulevard But I'm not here to tell ya bout me I got a little story bout a nasty freak She's the kind of girl you think about in bed Bj*** Betty givin' real good head Bust a left nut, right nut in her jaw Sperm on her cheeks is all ya saw She could blow more head than a whale blows water Bj*** Betty make your d*** get harder She's a one of a kind, a hell of a girl A trip and a half around the world Catch her gettin' busy, b*** wouldn't stop She's the kind of girl that'll make your toes pop Every time I used to see her, I would know what's up Bj*** Betty better blow me up I remember the day when I first met her B*** kinda loose so I knew I'd get her Walked up to her said "my name is $hort, just what you've been lookin' for" P*** is my game, I do it the best H*** f*** with me, she don't get no rest Well after that, I G'ed the freak I used to stop by and f*** about twice a week And from the very first time I went to her house Walked in the door and stuck my d*** in her mouth $hort Dog'll get b***es anytime I wanna Got a big d*** and lay it right on her tonsils Only stick it in about half way back Cause if I put it all in, it bust straight through her neck N***s always sayin' how they f***ed that b*** But I'm the only n*** that the b*** made rich Like any other tramp she loved to f*** With any motherf***er got nuts to s*** I spit game to the b***, just like this Why you runnin' round s***in' all that d*** for no money? It didn't take long to stay true to the game And get my p***in' on But every once in a while you get a stupid h*** B*** ain't about money and she'll never know how to get it Bj*** Betty was dumb A fiend for a f*** and a mouth full of cum She made money for a minute but she loved the sex So I cut the b*** loose like a old school 'vette 6 months later, I'm still a p***, I'm still a player One night at a club, she was puttin' in work All you had to do was step up to her She was in the bathroom sayin' one at a time Wasn't my b*** but she still was fine So I went in the back room, seen the b*** Slapped her on the head, said, "you ready to switch?" And to the players out there Instantly, Bj*** Betty started servin' me Cause the player I am to the day I'm dead I was sittin' on the sink gettin' some head It was all so good and much too true One young freak and a whole damn crew But then I shot that fatal nut Must of knocked that b*** on her butt She couldn't even breathe, she was holdin' her throat Me and my homies just hit the door My homeboy said "$hort don't worry" But that next day I read this story A young girl died just last night She choked on sperm in her windpipe It was on her face, her neck, and chest And we're sorry to say there's no suspect When I saw that my brain clicked I bust a nut and killed a b*** It might sound sick, it might be petty But ya never been s***ed by Bj*** Betty! Beeyatch! Yeah h***, y'all n***s don't know though, that's it
Song: 13 - Oakland Style Yeah! That's how we do it in Oaktown, baby...$hort Dog's on the microphone...Straight from the East Side... I'm a player, b***, Oakland styleThey call me playboy $hort, I know it's been a whileSince dangerous crew took the time to say helloMothaf***as makin' money in the ghettoIt's just another day and it's way too realAll my b*** cut, so what? That's how I feelIt's all good so just make me richAnd get in where you fit in, bitchWell, I get high cause that's what I doWhat about you? Tell me is it true?I heard you was thru, your ass went brokeJewerly got pawned and your cars got soldBut on the long run you got nothin' to proveLife to me is like a funk in the grooveYou gotta get right in where you belongFind a right mission and ride the songRide it...Oakland style...B***!

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