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SONG: AIN'T NOTHING LIKE P****ING - Ain't nothing like p***g, just let it roll... Motherf***G shi,t god damn asshole... Ain't nothing like p***g, just don't quit... Motherf*** you, damn shithead b***... My diamonds and the Lex say it's time to flow Wonder how I got rich, they say I rhyme too slow, so I'm from the "O", I go for what I know And like I told your ass before you can f*** my h** I ride nothing but vogues, ain't hitting no switches Top down in my Caddy just me and my b***With a ziplock bag full of green weed I roll it all up cause I'm a fiend in need... Of some dank smoke all up in my chest Dangerous Crew got the bomb, we don't smoke that stress Cause we getting funky on album nineI smoked a few joints, b***, now I'm fine Studio's in a cloud, smelling kind of loud Nothin like p***g, n***, f*** Bill ClintonMake me the motherf***g president I'll make the White House a hoe house and all the p***... To just set up shops like they do in VegasLegalize p***G for all the playas Putting fine ass b*** in the streets and the hood Every year a n*** trade for a new Fleetwood You know I'm rolling, I can't be faking I come through and all your h*** I'm taking You know I'm rolling, don't do no simping I'm an Oaktown playa, ain't nothing like p***g Ain't nothing like the p*** game, you should knowNever love a b*** or a h** You fell in love with her though, trying to get in them pants And the next thing ya know your baby momma's a tramp Don't get mad now, n***, want to shove the b*** Cause a year ago, you know, you loved the b*** Now your stomache's upset and your feelings are hurt She gotcha looking like an old banana peel in the dirt B***, slipped up and hit your ass for a lick Talking that mother f***g baby shitYou's a punk ass n***, can't you see That's the difference between n*** like you and meI got b**** on my mind It's been like that for a real long timeI know the way them h** take your cash They let you f*** and make you pay up fast Trick n***, why you wanna be like that Let them tryfle'in b*** take your fat ass stack Couldn't tell them h** nothing but the punk in you Cause they already know what they want from you Big bank, Ben Franklin, do the b*** just fine She'll be taking all of yours and can't f*** with mine I'm the M to the A to the C and K All you playa hating n*** shouldn't be that way... Ain't nothing like p***g, just let it roll... Motherf***g shit god damn asshole... Ain't nothing like p***g, just don't quit... Motherf*** you, damn shithead b***...Lights, camera, action, cut Hollywood, look out the b*** is coming up She took acting classes, about to be on her way... On a Greyhound bus from home to L.A. She said it wouldn't take long to make it to the topA few auditions land a job I was down in L.A., hit the club for a drink I'm a player ass n***, tell me what do ya think I walked up to the b*** in my clean ass suit And I told her: 'I've been watching you,I peeped you out from the bar, You must be a model or a movie star!'She said: 'no, but that's my dream, To see my face on the movie screen!' I tell you, nothing but game came out my mouth She was talking about agents, I was turning her out I said: 'listen real close to what I'm saying, All you need is me, you don't need no agent!" I'm a p*** ass n*** and the game don't stop 'All you gotta do is f*** a few big shots, Cause if you can't do that, they're going to hold ya back!' She was sucking up the game, down to do all that She said: '$hort baby, I ain't no simp!' But the n*** in the suit ain't nothing but a p*** And all them white guys you had sex with They weren't big shots, they were nothing but tricks She came to me and said it just won't last I looked and I laughed and I kicked her assCause all she wanted was the fame But you can't get shit when you don't have game Guerilla p***g, just let it roll...Motherf***g shit, god damn asshole Guerilla p***, just don't quit...I say motherf*** you, damn shithead b***... Ain't nothing like p***g, now you know... I want a b*** that's an everyday h**...Just a biyaatch... There ain't nothing like p***, now you know... I want a b*** thats a top notch h**...Just a biyaatch... Motherf*** you, damn shithead b***... Ain't nothing like p***, now you know... I want a b*** that's an everyday h**...Just a biyaatch... Motherf***g shit, god damn asshole... Ain't nothing like p***g, now you know... I want a b*** that's an everyday hoe...Just a biyaatch... Say motherf*** you, damn shithead biyaatch! Motherf***g shit, god damn asshole...Nothing but a p***... Motherf*** you, damn shithead b***...$hort Dog ain't nothing but a p***... Mother f***g shit, god damn asshole... Cusswords: motherf*** you, damn shithead biyaatch! Nothing like p***g, now you know... Ain't nothing like p***g so now you know...Biyaatch! There ain't nothing like p***g, now you know... Ain't nothing like p***g, damn shithead b***... Ain't nothing like p***g so now you know... There ain't nothing like p***g, god damn asshole... That's it, n***, there is no more. Life is... That's deep. Yeah. That's right. There ain't nothing like a b***! Ain't nothing like a mother f***g...b***! You, nasty, once a month bleeding mother f***g nasty ass...motherf*** it! [Takes a deep breath] B***!!! I hate your motherf***g ass! You motherf****g b********!!! b********!!! And your momma too! F*** all yall! Hahahaha....

SONG: GIVING UP THE FUNK - [MC Breed] Hell yeah! We got Ant Banks in the house, Peewee in the house, Goldie in the house and we damn sure got $hort Dog in the house and I am the foreverlasting Breed! Hahahaaa... Ohhhh, giving up the funk! Ohhhh, giving up the funk![Too $hort] Now I'm about to get with this funk shitAnd talk real bad to a punk b*** Cause I'm that n*** she'll dream aboutSticking my d*** all in her mouth Cause that p*** don't last and I'm on the huntB*** like that is all I want But you playing that role and can't say why B***, get with it, let's f*** tonightIt ain't cool, don't come with that shit I'll fuck that fat ass from the back, b***Tapping that ass like Gregory Hines You can have this d*** but them legs is mineB***, the p*** game is the motto I'll put you in the back of my El DoradoMake that money so the story goes Ride that, b***, like a set of VoguesDip in, dip out of that traffic jam Freaky little b***, gotta have it, man She like to get that money from all you tricksShit sound better than Parliament I heard you was a h**, where's ya p***?B*** chose me and quit f***g with him Old once a month funky c*** bleeding b***Can't do shit except make me rich Yep...Ohhhh, giving up the funk! Ohhhh, giving up the funk![Pee Wee] You love to f*** around for freeBut now you f***g around with Peewee And being fine just ain't enoughHoe, you's a diamond in the rough So I'm sendin yo ass to D.C.Get me some cash to get my ????? Make my CD's, you tossing senatorsYou can't get crossed up with the P.D.'s They paying a cost to get geedYou got frost on your knees F***g and sucking them D'sThey usually be having you cheesing I got the hook up for suckasSkeezing for fees and you just send me them duckets I'm buying beating diseaseYou telling me what you want, b*** You giving up the funkBut you gotta pay a lump To this n*** name Peewee From the R-I-C-H-M-O-N-DB***, you can't hang with me cause ya ass is scandalous B***, f*** it damn, that's the endThese b*** want these inches off the d*** Cause I'm with the Dangerous Crew Motherf***, you's a punk and I can't hang with you...[Goldy] Yo, be coming straight out the p*** Holding my nut sack, quick let me bust that rapHow hoes get cussed at Rashy, you was a warthog, now you's a muskrat So tramp, I ????? your tramp, too much bleeding Trying to pursue me, screw me, do me Wanted to do me, started to chew me, then she blew meYa'll stay off my level six You can't proceed I'm like a rebel kidMaking the devil get... Mad, when the bass and treble hitSo wise up, keeping ya eyes up I'm looking for b*** and b*** to size upI bust one and thumps one I bust two and rise upI'm ready to slide my d*** in something hot, as wet as you I bet it's youI'm with the Dangerous Crew, so let us through Give up the p***, give up the headDrop ya panties and rub your c*** Do the splits, rub your t***Yeah, I like the freaky shit So give it up to me stragglerF*** the cheese and bragger Before I knock her out, beat her down and drag her Cause n*** be taking the p*** Just give it up to me, b***Don't fight it The last b*** that tried it, don't fight itI'm just like a bloodhound You lick my b*** and give me a rub down You want me to eat your p*** but you stank b***Go scrub down I get up inside the p***, spend my day in itLay in it, play in it Wake up and go to sleep and still stay in itImagine my d*** the basketball Ya p*** is the basketI'm a dunk, smell the room, you stank b*** Cause you gave up the funk... Ohhhh, giving up the funk! Ohhhh, giving up the funk![Ant Banks] Now as I slide on this track, I won't be dissing no b*** I'll just be clocking my richesNow bare witness as I spit this Shit that give you the mumps, cause it bumps so tremendously And n*** be knowing they flowing up tight as they pretend to be Some shit that they ain'tSome n*** front but I can't I'm sipping tough on the drinkAnd making barrels of bank Yeah, so n*** save that punk shitI'm coming with that funk shit See that's how I was raised and my real n*** want this So nut up or keep walkingAnd shut the fuck up when grown folks is talking, n*** Before you get your back broke Now what you wanna f*** with a Oakland city mack for?The place you can trip on Where the n*** be macking, stealing, killing and pimpin to get they crip on And take it to the next phaseWe going city to city, leaving h** in a daze That's why they call me bad ass Cause I be putting boogers on b*** and farting loud with my fat ass But yo, I gets paid for thatAnd it's a fact I was strictly just made to mack So what the f*** you know about meA loced out, funky ass, pimping O.G. Fool, you can open your eyes but you can't see I just gave up the funk, now I'm O-U-T Ohhhh, giving up the funk! Ohhhh, giving up the funk!

SONG: PAYSTYLE - Aww, hell naah, n***...We ain't doing no freestyles... Don't even know how to do that shit... Yeah, whateva! Check it out man, check this one out... I've been rapping for half my lifeI'm twenty-eight now saying pass the mic If you eighteen or nineteen speak up, fool I was born on the mic before you went to school Talking bout p*** shit, you know what's up I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff Now you're flowing like your name is water But I'm ten years older and my game is harder I'm not trying to say you're out there dissing I'm just trying to say, lil n***, listenBefore you grab the mic and act wild Biting on the next n*** macking style And it's all from head, passing round the mic Never even care who you sounded like Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach Bit the Pharcyde, then A Tribe Called Quest And you gots no respect for me, is that right? Well, jump your ass on the train with ya backpack tight And keep rapping, I'm floating past all the stops... In a clean ass Benz, I have all the props Fuck credit from a rapper, can you match my Visa? I heard your girlfriend was a real d*** pleaserAnd a Too $hort fan, faithfully When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me... To the beat y'all and it don't stop...It goes on cause I don't stop rapping... To the beat y'all and it don't stop...It goes on cause I don't stop rapping.... Let me tell you something bout a n*** named $hort Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow But let me hit the mall with the same MC's I be signing autographs, spend a gang of G's While you walking round broke, nobody knows ya Lookin like you smoked a whole sack of doja Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars Standing in a circle with some wanna-be starsFreestyling but you ain't original You just shooting everything and you pimping hoes And to think you could hang with meI never would spit this game for free I'm the T-double-O, S-H...O-R-TI rock all stages and any parties Any my style is getting bankGetting head, getting hella dank I drop my top when it's hot and sunny So how you talk shit when you ain't having no money I set trends in the rap game, b***And gives a f*** when other rappers talk shit I know you motherf*** heard me rapSo hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap No shit, the old b*** sucked a damn good d*** Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it I'm not a no good punk, I could've macked your mother But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it undercover Now you're all grown up with your partners rapping But old $hort Dog'll your ass what happened... To a fake MC who tried to get with meI ended his career instantly... To the beat y'all and it don't stop...It goes on cause I don't stop rapping... To the beat y'all and it don't stop...It goes on cause I don't stop rapping.... Now let's compare the lifestyles of me and you You're phony and I'm all about being true You drive a bucket that you bought for a G I ride around snuffing them four eighteens In the back of a motherf*** big ass truck Jump two rows back and get my d*** suckedBenzes, Lexus, Rolex and Caddy Fine lil b*** havin sex with DaddyI ain't giving no b***, no kind of slack You got one girl, then treat the h** like a mack What's yours is hers, she don't tripSucker ass n*** need to check that b*** But you're so weak and it shows in your rap I'm out here, getting h***, living fat While you at home getting sweated by your mamma I bought my mother a house in AtlantaAnd you can't stand it, so what do you say? Too $hort can't rap, no f*** wayBut here I am, working in the studio And your album ain't out because you're moving slow By the time you make one I'll be on tenHit the studio, n***, and do it again... To the beat y'all and it don't stop...It goes on cause I don't stop rapping... To the beat y'all and it don't stop...It goes on cause I don't stop rapping.... Now ask New York can Too $hort flow?Ask Detroit, they'll let them niggaz know Then ask Philly can I rap?South side of Chicago, who's the mack? I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me Everytime I perform, I make a lot of G's Cause I'm paid for this motherf*** rap shit Eating good like a motherf*** fat b*** Every single day at the house, what's wrong with ya? Eating fast food if you only knewI understand though cause I been there befo' Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to goDaydreams about being great It all started back when I was sellin tapes in eighty two, eighty three, eighty fo' on up Waiting, still waiting just to blow on up And when it happened, I still had to waitI didn't get paid till eighty eight I made nine albums in nine yearsI'm a true blue West Coast pioneer Dr. Dre, Ice-T and all the restAll that money we're making don't fault the West Cause we ain't the ones who created rap But when we made the shit, we made it phat... To the beat y'all and it don't stop...It goes on cause I don't stop rapping... To the beat y'all and it don't stop...It goes on cause I don't stop rapping.... Biyaatch!

Song: 4 - Coming Up $hort INTRO(B***!)B***es keep comin up $hort F***in with Too $hort,Too $hort(B***!)Too $hort,Too $hortREPEATNow f*** around and get a 5 in your ???Straight across ya face to make sure all you b***es understand itBut I'm a p*** mack player-ass n***Not a gentleman ain't gonna be no s***er-ass swindlinI know ya starvin b*** what you gone eat?Just because I feed you up I guess you waitin on meIt ain't goin be that,you shoulda ate or bought'cha ass a plateCos on this date we just f***in till it's lateI ain't Romeo,Prince Charming or knight in shining armourI'm only out to f*** a b***,f*** tryin to charm herI treat a fine ass b*** like dirtNo money in her purse,a f*** is all it's worthLookin hella good in the club like a hoB***,you need to go find a n*** to buy some mo' drinksAt the bar,fill you up with Long IslandsWhile I be all in your face tryin to f*** smilinCos Short Dawg'll never cater to you hosAnd if you ain't f***in I say "Later" to you hosSo if you b***es gotta plotYou better get gonna get shot f***in with Short Dawg B***es keep comin up $hortF***in with Too $hort,Too $hort(B***!)REPEATB***es be like rabbits swarmin diamonds and caratsSee my car,see my house and they think I'm a sheriffI ain't never been a marked b***,you too ballsyWanna drive my car closed-up,that's when you lost meI tell a b*** real quick,I ain't no (?tissu-roll?)All you good fo' is some head and some p***,ho!And if the p*** and the head tight,we f*** em twiceCos Short Dawg ain't nuttin niceB*** jumped in the car,asks me where we goin?I'm Shorty the P*** b***,you goin hoinF***ed in the car with my pants and my jacket onRaged about the p***,now I'm in the trafficNow p*** still wet,got my d*** in her handLickin all around it,rollin through the flat landsTake her to my strip,never p***-whippedSeein n***s with them b***es,I'd a tossed the p***I use to break hos for Scrilla,but now it's down nowI'm makin bank rolls for real-a and rockin town b***esLivin large for a night,turn back into pumpersWhen I'm through f***in,b***es leavin with nothin B***es keep comin up $hortF***in with Too $hort,Too $hort(B***!)Too-Too $hort,Too $hort(Hos can't f*** with me)(B***!)Too $hortNow break it down to the beat one time!Ol' School.Tell ya lil' somethin about ShortyI'm the East Oakland player,lovers are mooshyI f*** a different ho a day and leave rubbers and p*** B***es keep lookin for some Too $hort actsSqueezin on a rubber tryin ta pull it off and make it bustB*** might lose her mind if I raw-dig herGet pregnant,move her in and make Ma and Pa richerNo more player,no Shorty the P***I get payed,divert a cheque and get forty per centAll the homies talkin bad,hair down,walkin sadGot the broad livin with me,baby sayin "Dad!"Sex played out and ol'Shorty's bored getting fat!Then my b*** turn into a ratI could try to mack again but the b***es won't want meCos I'm all washed up,broke,fat and funkyShort Dawg is through,people call me Todd ShawAll the rappers who was fake gonna mic,got rawUgly hos playin hard-to-get,sold all my carsNow I ride the bus and shitI had a '94 Lexus,Rolexes,I sold it allNow I can't afford breakfastI lost everything I worked to beNever thought I'd be a trick,payin hos to serve me Shit!Snap back came out of my dreamShit can really happen if you know what I mean?But f*** a wife biatch,stay awayDon't wanna own a p***,keep the babies on lay-awayB*** thought I robbed it,said it was mineShe didn't know I f***ed her with a dildo the whole timeStar-struck b*** seein dollar signs,she think the wad is finePlayin games so I taught her mineTryin to play her prayer got caught in a trapLearnt a lesson from the game that I taught in my rapB***es keep comin up $hortF***in with Too $hort,Too $hort(B***!)REPEAT

SONG: 10 - GAME Intro *guy toking and coughing up* [$hort] Freddy B! [Fred B] Wuz up $hort? [$hort] Ai, y'know they been waitin on this ol' school game Let's bring that game back! [Fred B] Like game one thru five? [$hort] Yeah n***, just like we use to do it! [Fred B] Well check this out Game! Is the shit Like what? A rat-haired b*** Verse 1: Old School Freddy B I was sittin at my home, all alone Thinkin 'bout b***es I use to bone Tight young b***es, I can't deny Rat-haired b***es, I can't lie The b*** had body is all I know Only 18 but looked twenty-fo' Her name was B***, class of '92 Skyline High and the shit was cool Took her to my house, Moms was gone Turned off the light, unplugged the phone The b*** said "Fred, I hearda you Anything you want, I will do" I dropped my drawers, d*** all swoll She couldn't believe the position was pole In and out, out and in I used the b*** like a ATM G'd the b*** like the one and only Bust two nuts and called her phony She couldn't believe what I said The next thing you know she was on my head S***in the d*** like it's suppose to be done Rat-haired b*** make me cum Freddy B that's the name Rat-haired b***es, I got game [$hort] Cos Game [Fred B] That's the shit [$hort] Like what? (Like what?) [Fred B] A nasty b*** Verse 2: Short Dawg I like to f*** a nasty b*** Witta big fat ass and shit First lay, d*** gettin s***ed B*** don't give a f*** Cos real players run that game When I f*** that b*** she won't be the same Cos when Short Dawg run up in it F*** a b*** for about 30 minutes Real player-like, straight to the point Bust a nut while I'm smokin a joint Stop f***in, still smokin Lay my d*** on her lips, say "Open!" Ain't nuttin like a nasty b*** Acting all fast and shit B*** just love to flirt When I see her at the club, I'll be puttin in work Feelin on her ass at the bar Let's get a room, girl it ain't too far On the way, y'know what happened? She s***ed my d*** while I was rappin I just couldn't resist I couldn't hold back, I said "BEEYATCH!" [Fred B] Game! [$hort] All I do is stack [Fred B] Like what? [$hort] A motherf***in mack! Verse 3: Old School Freddy B My Copue DeVille is all white Yes b***, it's hella tight Crush blue velvet, gameless game White on white wit tha gold thangs Bounce tp the spot, check my crap Wash, wax, straight on fat The bass on heat everytime I ride A long haired b*** on the passenger side Mackin on the cellular phone I can't be stopped, 50 G's strong Fred Benz, Freddy B Oaktown, a b*** don't sleep A motherf***in mack that's what I am Taxin a b*** like Uncle Sam She pays the tax, Fred Benz' the p*** 16 G's put the b*** in No ordinary game, just give it and take East Oakland can't be fake I slapped the b***, the money was short Macked on the b*** and now she knows Fred Benz baby, the game is fat Ask these b***es, I'm a mack [$hort] Game! [Fred B] Is like ridin vogues [$hort] Like what? [Fred B] Breakin hos Verse 4: Short Dawg Breakin hos day and night They call me Shorty The P***, my game is tight I never do give hos slack I'm like Fred Benz, I'ma mack So b*** break yourself I'm an Oaktown n***, I'll take your wealth Cos that's what I was raised to do Break these b***es, get payed fool Y'know Short Dawg ain't afraid and hurt Any b*** I get, you can't take her Cos the game is fool-proof Bet'cha momma say I'm tellin ya true So won't you pay the man Hundred dollar bills all in my hand While I break you b***es Tell a story 'bout ridin with b***es 'Bout these p*** ass n***s from The O We know just what to do with a ho Take her where the tricks get laid Where the hos get paid You need a p***, b*** give me a call I drop the top in my El Dawg [$hort] Cos Game [Fred B] It's the shit [$hort] Like what? [Fred B] Like a b*** Outro [Fred B] Ai, Short Dawg? [$hort] Wuz up Fred? [Fred B] I ain't smokin no more dank wit no more b***es [$hort] Hell naw n*** B*** wanna smoke a 20 sack, sge got to spend 20 KnowhutI'msayin? [Fred B] If the b*** wanna 50, what she gotta do $hort? [$hort] She gotta do me, you and the whole crew, he hah [Fred B] And my n*** PO too! [$hort] Hey, y'know what? Freddy B..... [Fred B] What's that baby? [$hort] And Too $hort. We go way back man! 1981, Freemont High School We the two n***s who invented the word 'BEEYATCH!' [Fred B] BEEYATCH! [$hort] Hey wait wait wait. BEEYATCH!

SONG: SAMPLE THE FUNK - What's up?$hort Dog back in the house, biyaaatch! And it don't stop to the beat...Ain't no thing but a chicken wing... We gonna do it like this one more time... Straight from Oakland, California, I'm back again $hort Dog's on the mic about to mack and p*** We got flava at the Dangerous Crew campSave ya money, can't use them foodstamps Other crews like to sample and mixBut our crew, we just play that shit live Drums, bass, keysN*** don't like it, ya can these... Stuck in the back of ya throatF*** with a p*** named Sir Too $hort We could've sampled the loop but we didn't I rather treat ya like a hoe and start p*** When will ya other brothas realize... Ya can't f*** with my crew? Betta feel ya eyes Cause ya must be blind if ya can't seeAnd I'ma say this shit quite frankly: I give a f*** about freestyles and step-ups I don't do it, tell ya buddy on the next cut Cause right now we have to fill the flowAnd make sure we keep it real slow Just like the mothaf*** Dangerous CrewWe getting funky like it it's 1972 Still puffing on them zags, dressed like p*** And ask the Ohio Players once again:Can we sample the funk? Ya know we won't wanna wear it out... We just want a lil piece, ya know what I'm saying? We ain't gonna loop it, we gonna freak it...Funk it track for track... Dangerous Crew style...Ant Banks, let me flip this one more time! Do right here...All ya brand-new rappers got a new flow Ya ain't sampling James Brown no mo'Probably try to sample Cameo Parliament Funkadelic, ya skanless hoeYa stole off Isley Brothers, Bar-Kays Barry White, Isaac HayesHave ya heard a term sample clearence? Thought the n*** who wrote it wouldn't never hear it How he's sueing ya ass for sure Got ya spending all ya money cause ya need a lawyer Ya got problems and ya need to solve'em Ya shouldn't have sampled, ya wouldn't have them problems If ya would've played ya own shit Ya wouldn't be broke, ya would've made a long grip, b*** But that's irrelevant now cause they did wipe ya clean like Ant Banks' Benz Sitting on some 3 piece AMG's Betta find ya a sample, ya ain't playing these kinda beats So funky to make ya fingers pop If ya can't find a sample ya ain't got not one thing for a n*** to ride to But I've been getting funky since I was in highschool Growing up on that Bootsy's Rubber BandIn '76 seen the Mothership landed Nothing but funk all over ya faceI like to slow it way down and add some bass Cause that's how we be laying tracks Just flip the Funky Worm and start saying raps Getting funky with Ant Banks, Pee WeeShorty B, Father D, Goldy, Tony T The mothaf*** Dangerous CrewAnd the drop of a dime won't change the crew Just to sample the funk...Biyaaatch!That's right! My nigga Pee Wee freaking them keyboards...Tony T on the drums... Shorty B on the bass...Ant Banks on the mixing board... $hort Dog's on the vocals...By now ya know the story, I'm Too $hort, baby First started rapping in 1980I got more game than Monopoly Now I'm making money, ain't nobody stopping me Used to be local until I signed with Jive, man Used to like to sample but now I'm rolling with a live band Now that I finally did this shit...I'm making one mo' album and then I quit And only one thing will make me say I'm not And that's one million dollars on the spot...Of front cash money, no compromise No schemes, no scandals, no fronting liesJust pay the man in full 30 years old, torch a bullAin't giving shit up but the funk Let these record companies know what the fuck I want Cause they've been f*** black folks right from the start When ya sign that line, tear ya ass apartFor every one ya get, they getting five Ni getting paid but it dosen't seem right I know where I'm from and I know where I'm at And my last two albums gonna sound real phatI'm Too $hort, baby, I ain't no punk I'm just asking can I sample the funk?So can we sample the funk?B***! Yeah, ya know what I'm saying?I'm talking to George Clinton, Bootsy Collins... My niggas Sugar Free and Diamond from Ohio Players... I'm talking to James Brown...We know where the funk came from... Johnny 'Guitar' Watson...To all ya niggas, y'all can sample all ya want... Here we go loop de loop cause the Dangerous Crew gonna get funky like this... Flip it!

SONG: THINGS CHANGE - Too $hort's verses)You say how can I make these dirty rapsNumber one albums, back to backIf it was 1950, do you think I sell? No!They probably throw me straight to jailI tell you life just ain't what it used to be Between you and me, exclusivelyEverybody's changed, we're losing our mindsThe government won't help cause they refuse to find...A solution to the problems of the inner streetsIt's a shame what our kids are beginning to bePregnant teenagers, young gun slangersThere ain't no love, there ain't nothing but anger We don't go to church and can't pray in schoolListen real close to what I'm saying, foolI know kids who went to school togetherNow they all grown up, trying to kill each otherShoot-outs on the playground is where it goes downBut back in the day, we rode the merry-go-roundAnd some little kid might shoot me tonightAnd I always used to wonder what the future be likeCusswords on the TV and radioYou wanna see sex, turn it on HBOLate at night, you see women freak womenSex sale, that's why I keep p***ingI grew up in the 70's, something like CrooklynBut I was in Cali not BrooklynI could tell the whole world was going crazyBut it really didn't happen till the 80'sWith freebasing and smoking crackA lotta people learned not to joke with thatStreets flooded with homeless folksWhole families, lives gone up in smokeWe're all related to a crackheadSometimes I wake up in the morning and wanna go back to bedLaying these, thinking about thingsAbout the way life changeHow women used to like to wear decent clothesNow they curse like men and dress like h**sYou supposed to be a virgin till you marryBut teenage girls find it normal to carry a babyBabies having babiesRappers like me always disrespecting ladiesWonder why its like that, well so do IBut I just turn my back and then I go get highCause I get paid real good to talk bad about a b***h And you bought it so don't be mad I got richAsk your grandparents is life the sameMan, thangs change...There used to be a time when old folks were respected Kids talking back was never acceptedGet spanked and your mouth got washed out with soapBut kids nowadays will curse out old folksThen you tell me I need to be a role modelAnd get these babies off the 40 ounce bottlesBut I'm not the one who made alcohol legalLiquor stores on every corner, that's why we go...Buy 40 ounces and go get drunkDon't respect our kids like no good punksAnd then they grow up to be hardcore criminalsShoot 'em up, slang dope, always p***ing h**sI know it's those that don't believe what I'm sayin on the mic, right?So Baby D won't you tell them what it's like...I tell you life is Too $hort for it to be like thatWe gotta be leaders, can't follow the packWith all them fiends in the streets smoking crackWhat you give life is what it gives you backCause money in the ghetto ain't nothing newBut when you get the money gotta know what to doBuy you a business or buy you a houseJust so the police can't wipe you outI heard it in the streets, they say you the manSo try to help your brothers and lend a helping handNow what we gone do...

SONG: TOP DOWN - How freaky can you get to a long fat d***?Hella freaky like I said to a song that hitI'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple XRun up in the p***, rub the nipple nextB***h, which is worse? My bark or my bite?You heard about me and now I'm f***ing you from dark to the lightYou must of thought I got nicer, talking about HeiserI'm an old dog and old dog's get wiserCaught up in the game, got ya thinking while your doing thisYou never did this, sucking on a big d***What, b***h? You better check the size and recognize...When I'm between your thighsShit, I get hard from the sound of a kickdrumRiding down the strip with your diamonds and ??Shiny bald head catching sun raysSmashing down the strip going backwards down runwaysFour eighteens with the zues and the zapto Sounding like I'm riding out a concert at a rap showHit a back street and put the top upStopped at the light, see some hoes, watch'em jock usI'm so roll with my electric topHit a button, ain't gotta get out, f*** with nothingLet the top just fold up and lay downSlamming hard passing by the schools and the playgroundsEverybody knows when $hort's in townCause I keep the beats thumping hella hard with my top down...Drop the top...Just drop the top...We call'em rags, you call'em drops...Whatever you call it just drop the top...We call'em rags, you call'em drops...Whatever you call it just drop the top...Nine albums out, ain't changed my talkA thousands hoes walked on, I'm still a dogAin't changed nothing but the hoe that I'm f***ingStill riding through the hood all the homies say: 'wasup?'Give me my props cause I always rock And I still gets cock when the fine hoes jockStill smoking endo, getting burned outStill got the orange juice bottle full of gin about to turn outA show, a hoe, smashed back to the OPut them b***hes on my beeper, then pull some mo'Cause I bump more hoes than acmeI guess you bitch can't learn that you just can't mack meI'm off of gin and juice, don't even introduce...If you ain't f***ing, back up cause I'm free to chooseI want some p*** that could make write a freaky taleDrawls back, bootie cracks, b*** in a hotelJust to say you got some Too $hort d***You wanna show some evidence, don't swallow, don't spitCause I bust more nuts than a squirelAnd my d*** been in pussies all around the worldIf you had a picture of it and you asked the b***Whats this? I bet you say: 'Too $hort d***!'I still taunt the fine hoes and get shot downI say: 'biyaaatch!', slam the beat, smash off with my top down...Just riding with my top down...We call'em rags, you call'em drops...Whatever you call it just drop the top...We call'em rags, you call'em drops...Whatever you call it just drop the top...We rode the AC Transit busSelling joints for a dollar, smoking angel dustOn the way to a house party, a maybe deluxSlanging Too $hort tapes, making some bucksLooking out the window at the Mustang and Falcon crewAsking myself: 'how can you...Roll like the Giants down the foothill stripWith beats thumping top down, bumping a b***?'Shit I had to have drop, didn't care, if I had a VolkswagonPick up the beat, had a hoes flagingSiding with the top down, lit like a lampBlowing out the amp, trying to bump a trampMost n***s couldn't afford to have a drop topSo they got their shit cut at the chop shopCouldn't tell n***s nothing way back thenA lot of n***s died or they went to the penCouldn't even see the homie $hort bubbleBank getting fat and my whole account doubleWhen I walk in a club b***es say: 'Oo God! Is that you Todd?'Me and my homies just who-rideAnd take advantage of a life we never hadF*** eating cheese sandwiches, broke, living badI'm a do it for my homies that's there to lock downRide with my beats slamming top down...Drop the top...Just drop the top...I got my top down...Drop the top...Just drop the top...I'm just rolling with my top down...Drop the top...Just drop the top...We call'em rags, you call'em drops...Whatever you call it just drop the top...We call'em rags, you call'em drops...Whatever you call it just drop the top... Biyaaatch!

SONG: WE DO THIS - [Too $hort]I do it like the best of the greatest, not the worstLike welfare day, can't stop the first of the monthCan't stop Short Dog neitherGot a good hoe, n***z sure better keep herCause I'm on the prowl, all the timeTrying knock every b*** so they all be mineAnd I ain't never, ever gone change my waysDrop a few lines, leave a b*** in a dazeHave her homegirls wondering what she doF***ed around and gave me that p*** tooI be doing this shit on a regular basisGot b***es everywhere in all kind of placesI can pull out my little black phone bookFlip every last page, take a long lookThen pull out a b*** like a rabbit out a hatN***, if I want I can have it like thatF*** two or three b***es at the same timeGrab the microphone, sing my rhymeAbout them same three b***es that f***ed me goodUs n***s gotta do what the f*** we should when we want to I might pass itSo get butt naked, shake that ass, b*** I'm about as real as the stones in my diamond ringsYou can hate my guts but I'm gone do these things, b***...[MC Breed]Ahhh, why have a nine, when I can have a tenLicking up the nuts, while I'm gone holler at her friendB***, ain't no time for me to teach herRather have an everyday hoe, that, umm, knows how to treat a n***Thinking if she ain't licking me upI'm givin her to $hort cause he don't give a f***Do yourself a favor and quit calling my houseIf you really don't want this n*** to put this d*** in your mouthUmm, have you seen my b***?I ain't seen her but if I do she gets d***That's what I'm giving her just like thatTo the front and back, nothing but the bozackThe second she get lonely, feeling she can get her moneyAnd she run to f*** her own ignorant homieYou a lost cause, yelling pause when they drop the drawsIts's entrapment, have yo n*** breakin n*** lawsBut it ain't a matter of mentality, it's realityOpen your eyes, realize b***es ain't nothing but a casualityBut a factor to a n*** wanting f***ing timeShe's just an everyday, don't wanna catch a f***ing mimeB***, ain't lying so I thought you knew thisB***, this is how I do this...[Too $hort]You can call eightball in the corner when you shooting poolBut when you play the game of life, ain't no stupid rulesGotta go for yours at all timesCause if you don't, n***, yours will be mineAnd I won't go to bed early, won't sleep too lateAnd I'll never take a punk ass b*** on a dateThey say Too $hort baby why you talk so bad?Just a player ass n*** and that's all I rap aboutB***es, hoes and all that shitShe got my number, if she beep me I might call the b***And go digging in them guts like a gardenerIf she starts screaming, I'm gone f*** the hoe harderJust having fun with the b*** as she sprung on my d***Guess I'll pull it out and just cum on the b***And from New Year's Day to New Year's EveAnd everyday in between I will do these things, I won't stop, b***...[MC Breed]I like to go to the club mix and mingleN*** plays his d*** like a 12 inch single Yeah, so what you b***es wanna do?Step to me, you gots to do my crew firstWhen I rehearse I change rearrangeMy mentality will bring you to realityYou on me like cologne till nowI feel it's time for us to bone so I...Look and p*** the backgroundLook, listen, put the b*** on lockdownSee, you hanging out with me tonightEverythings alright but a n*** wanna fightDamn, that's a real player hater for yaF*** it, I'll be waiting for ya...[Father Dom]I'm dropping lines like a motherf***ing p*** at this shitI'm getting hoes out they clothes cause I'm good at this shitThey calling me the p*** jammer cause I'm breakin hoes off See I'm paid to be boss, I'm kickin back at no costNever slacking, just macking, money stacking, that's my mottoWith so much game they want to play me like the lottoTip the bottle, now I'm drunk as a skunkHigh off the dank but I can't front See, I'm never being senileSee, I'm smooth as a nail on a fingernail fileKeeping it wild but in the meanwhile we the coolestSure enough, this how we do this... [2Pac]I'm fingerf***ing with my...Now they peeping how a n*** climb on the chartAin't fear in my heart, I represent it from the startDeep, my momma raised me as a G from birthBe a hustling motherf***er till I sees my hearseNo doubt, I bust a shot for all my n***z in jailAll the young black males that got slang yellCause it's a hard life, n***, only thugs surviveAin't no love, unless a n*** slanging drugs or highConversations with these b***es on my mobileAlways in control and never let these b***es know yaAnd even though I'm gettin high, a thug n*** getting byCatching b***es, spitting lies, I'm getting mineAll day, I puff a blunt and parlay and sometimes if we partyGetting my d*** licked twiceAnd death to a trick's life, we can pursue this till my shit's rightWent from having fantasies to havin hoes leave they man for meThere is no realer man than meThe city of Oaktown laced me with my first caseWhen them punk police tried to break meDidn't think the shit was cute so I got a lawsuitAnd made them punk police buy my coupeThis is how we do this...

SONG: 12 - DON'T F*** FOR FREE -Yeah, you know -We in the house -This the last motherf***in song we gone do on this album ya'll -Ain't no need in wasting the beat, shit funky than a motherf***er -We gone spit that game to ya'll -And I'm gone tell you one time and one time only -Don't f*** for free -Don't f*** for free, I'm tellin ya -Cause when you do, you gets nathan -Nothing, not a got damn dime for your time b*** -So ahh, ya gone let me spit this, can I do it? -Short Dawg gone spit a little something to ya, check it out I've been mackin these b***es all my life And not once have I thought about havin a wife Short Dawg in the house, once again The one you couldn't get with, so i f***ed your friend Cause I'm a mack, doin what a mack should do I just scratch, just to make a rap or two You got to ?? to live, than lay up with me Can't go to streets, lay up with me Cause I'm a f*** all night, til I turn you out If the p*** get dry b***, work ya mouth I get a ??? city h*** and take her cash I break her old funky ass it ain't nothin like a player from the O Lettin you know i'm a p*** you a h*** Nasty ass b***es, wanna f*** with me I need money, and Sort don't f*** for free Chorus: My n*** don't f*** for free You gotta have money for the D-O-G Us b***es we don't f*** for free You got to have money to get this p*** P to the I M to the P N***s in my crew don't f*** for free P to the I M to the P Short Dawg baby don't f*** for free I ain't nothin like Mike, I don't play the court I play b***es, don't you wanna be like Short First off, I never would trick you h***s You work hard for my money that I get from shows And some even ask about my Rolex B*** this came from my platinum checks So break yourself and drop to your knees I'd rather have ya mop cause you might have fleas And even mangie mutts love to f*** They ain't scared to make a buck So bust a nut b*** ??? the next one f***in with me Cause if you be with me, I'll have ya workin the streets Short Dawg Their ain't no love involved Do that old ?? shit, and lick my b*** Don't pause cause ya n***s wish you was me But to be like Short, you don't f*** for free Chorus:

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