LYRICS FOR BORN TO MACK
SONG: 1 - GETTIN IT - That's right: album number ten! Short Dog's in the house...
It's getting close to the end y'all...
But we gonna kick it like this on the last album...
Now let me holler at ya, partner, spit this game...
In you ear for a minute, quit complaining
About how you can't spend it cause you ain't got it
You got what it takes but not enough to get started
I hope you get the message, no, it's not a test, it's...
Just me ridin legit, they can't arrest me or bust me
I'm still hungry, I want some more stuffGet fat and watch my whole crew blow up
So get yours and buy my new albumPeep the game and don't be like Calvin
Get everything you want, get real, get you mail
Get your girl to make bail and get your ass out of jail
You should be getting it, everything you want
Everything you dreamed of, never have to front
you should be getting it, getting money
I'm talking about you black, don't laugh it ain't funny
You should get a good lawyer, like Johnny Cochran
Swear to tell the truth, hell no, I didn't pop him
Get your kids in school so they can get an education
Get a degree and take a vacation
You see I got all my game from the streets of California
Young millionaire with no high school diploma
Living real good, taking care of my folks
Roll up a fat one for the players to smoke
$hort Dog in the house, I know you ain't tripping
Cause life is Too $hort you gotta get in where you fit in
Stop looking for what you never seem to find
It ain't what you think you got to read between the lines
Cause life ain't long for a young black manTrying to make money doing all he can
Selling dope, don't ya hope he would go to class B?
But the boy makes money and he makes it fast
With the twenties on top and the fifties on the bottom
I fuck the top notches, oh yes, we got'em
It's been a long time since I first got down
But I still keep making these funky soundsGet your money, man, get yours...
You should be getting it...
Get it while the getting is good, get it while you can...
You should be getting it...Get it while the getting is good...
I know you tired of being broke just hanging out
You gotta lot a dreams but you can't get out
The first thing you need to do is set your self some goals
Think positive, everything else is oldAnd work hard, never stop hustling
Cause they just love to see the black man struggling
(So what are you saying Todd?)
It's time to come up, put your dollar bills in the air
He said meet me at the White House and I was there
Cause I'm one in a million, black man rising
They wanna keep me down but I always surprise'em
Spend my money in the hood, I know it's all good
And you should do the same I told you peep the game
Too $hort, you know I'm the manI lend my brother a hand cause I know I can
I keep going and going but I'm not the pink bunny
I'm not beating on a drum I never stop thinking money
I'm getting all I can if you don't ya slip
I can't wait to get to heaven just to have a grip
When I was broke, I couldn't afford a meal
But now I'm rich I can't be fake I gots to keep it real
It's been a long time, baby, since I first got down
But it still keep making these funky sounds...You should be getting it...
Get it while the getting is good, get it while you can...
You should be getting it...Get it while the getting is good...
I earned my respect in the street...The ghetto's been good to me...
I'm never going to turn my back...
The true and living so I got to kick the facts...
Song: 3 - That's Why (Too Short talking)*Yeah we gettin real on this album y'all. You know I'm hearin all these rumors out here bout, they ran $hort Dogg up outta East Oakland. N*** moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo love in the town. I got much love in Oakland y'all, you know what I'm sayin, I been doin this shit fo years. So I'm a tell it to you juss like it happened.... B***.*(Verse 1)*I don't stop rappin,ever since the very first day, I grabbed the microphone, made a funky ass tape,I had sixteen h***s,s***in ten toes,game from the "O",an any real p*** knows,the only love h***s get is what they paid fo,gimme my scratch,what the f*** I'm a stay fo?I gotta make moves b***,stack some G's,from the whole stroll,to my fax machine,I got money comin in from everywhere,from New York,to L.A.,to the mutha f***in Bay,it's true,I'm the man G,I'm underground 106 can't ban me,all on the air sayin they don't f*** wit me no mo,I go back wit rap like K-P-O-O,from the very first time I grabbed the mic,n***z smokin burner,ready to fight,I don't promote violence, I'm from Oakland where the real kick it,you might get killed n***,or make a mill ticket,move down south cuz the town is wild,now the radio jocks wanna clown my style,I raised too many rappers you support,ask 'em who they grew up on.... TOO $HORT,f*** all that black ball shit it won't last,KMEL y'all can kiss my ass.*(Chorus)*That's why the town got rid 'o $hort (x2)*(Verse 2)*It all started back when C & H,went to T & B tryin to playa hate,I flipped a brand new Lexus,93,Joda Balls called me up said ya lyin to me,he said I heard you an Ran got the cash an split it,if I don't get my cut,you mutha f***az gonna get it,it was thirteen G's all mine,didn't give Teddy Gram one dime,now listen real close cuz it might be,hard to follow,Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand dollaz,shit sound petty,an it is,but that's how it goes when you in show biz,n***z fallin out,should be makin millions,instead of studios,we seein lawyers in buildings, then we stop speakin,shit got funky,I don't give a f***, mutha f***a get my money,I ain't never been a h*** you can't p*** me,I do all the work while you p*** me,I tried to buy him out,but right about then, they let the lions out, n***z start eatin that shit up,you shoulda never listened,I'm always on this money makin mission,sold a car an a truck in Oakland fo that Lex,Jock loaned me five an I was rollin that b***.*(Chorus)* x2Don't believe everythang you hear n***.*(Verse 3)*I went to the freak-nik,shit turned me out,came back fo jack the rapper,bought me a house,that was August '93 time to dip,I hade warrants in the town an I was hot as shit,everytime I got stopped,n*** went to jail,treat me bad cuz I was hangin wit criminals,I wanted to buy me a house in the Oakland hills,nice lil sumpthin fo a half a mill,that's was right around the time Chris hooked Dru Down,the Luniz came through an them tricks got clowned,Rappin Ron tore 'em up on the freestyle tip,an n***z ain't ran nobody outta shit,then they put it on the town,shit got real,when you was in the fourth grade I had a record deal,you got one hit record now you ballin,you make one fake album you'll be fallin,an that shit don't apply to me,present or past,you can meet me at the mall an get my autograph,or you can flash back,if you can do all that,me Fred Benz,an Freddy Craps,smokin burner upstairs in hot lips house,It's been fifteen years an I ain't played out,they playin Too $hort steppin on a Chevy pedal,back in the days KMEL played heavy metal.*(chorus)* x2*(Verse 4)*N***z shootin at the studio late at night,seen a Charokee,started shootin at Spice,at the E-40 picnic out in the park,n***z gather round fo some shit to start,they had bullets wit my name,but we never got to me,see me s***a mutha f***a,shootin at the street,it was me,Boo, Howard, an Jock,a full clip,one in the chamber an it blockin T.B.,still tryin to be my p***,I could lose my life,or give my money to him,I'd rather die before you use me,I tried to buy him out,the n*** sued me. *(Too $hort talking)*An that's where it stands right now y'all. Fo the mutha f***az that don't know, like the Notorious say, "If you don't know, now you know."BIATCH!!
Song: 5 - F*** My Car
Let's go ridin, sidin, whippin and dippinI know it's my car b***, you ain't trippinIt's your favorite color, on a lovely dayYou let me reach right over, and rub on your legI'm sayin all kind of shit, to make you smilePut your seatbeat on, cause I be drivin wildYou think I'm like them other n***z, I just wanna f***But I like to get money and get my d*** s***edI ain't your average everyday little h*** n***And I can see through you b*** youse a gold diggertellin me stories, about the richest manBut I'm Too $hort baby, the b***'s p***I come a long way from young and done the certified playerI get what I want, and I'ma holler at you laterIf you ain't got game you might think I'm a trickDon't play yourself girl you won't get no d***I take you right back home so you can be witcha manI know you s***er motherf***ers won't understandSee me with a b*** and say I floss too hardThese h***s ain't trippin on me, they wanna f*** my car Now whether on the strip, or in the bar If you put your mind to it, you might get far No need to be a player or a superstar She ain't trippin on you she'd rather f*** your carShe could care less about a real manAll she wants is a man with the meal planPick her up in the Benz and hope she get to itEvery day is Halloween h***, trick or treatI throw your ass in the trunk with a bag of ratsDrop you off at Kaiser like they did in The MackI know you're broke, fantasizing like Mariahget a grip on my bumper, rub your clit on my tireYou can ride on top or wrap your legs around the framebut if you get in this car you gonna respect this gameand I'm knowin that, I hope you know it tooOnly real p***s know what I'm goin throughIt's a daily mission, controllin these b***esUphold the p***in, never start sympinGot the cleanest drop Caddy for your eyes to seeSo c'mon b*** and take a ride with me Now I'm about big blocks, drop tops White guts ending with much knock Got loot but dough ain't even trippin on it Got keys, to three hundred Z's, knowin these b***es Now whether on the strip, or in the bar If you put your mind to it, you might get far No need to be a player or a superstar She ain't trippin on you she'd rather f*** your carI gave you a ride for some head cause my d*** was softBut if you ain't widdit I'ma drop you offI got h***s all around me all day and nightAnd yo little p***'s just way too tightfor a big black d*** like mine to slide inI take my motherf***in time and ride itCause ain't no punk b***es where I'm fromThey like to s*** n***z d***s, and make us cumSo get butt-naked let me slap that assPlay with them titties while I tap that assSlam your face in the pillow, and arch that backHave you lovin this d*** like it's made of crackcocaine, and you know that costsCan't f*** for free you got to pay the bossHundred dollar bills b***I break your ass and won't feel shitCause p***in, p***in, that's my gameI got it from the O where it always rainsp*** game, now it's time to rollAnd take my h***s down to the h*** stroll Now whether on the strip, or in the bar If you put your mind to it, you might get far No need to be a player or a superstar She ain't trippin on you she'd rather f*** your carYou ain't slammin doors like me cause I'm the coldest mackFrom a brand new Benz to my old school 'llacYou ain't never gon stop my p***in styleit's like two plus two, can you figure it out?You say, what fo', I say that's rightYou know the answer n*** p***in for lifeWhat's a trick to a h***, some dope to a fiendWhat's a bag of weed if the shit ain't greenYou say the game is forever, well so am IYou only got two choices b***, h*** or dienow speak up, you better say somethinBefore I turn your ass back into a pumpkinCause ain't no motherf***in fairy talesOnly Freaky Tales, and I tell em so well b***Now get your ass in the carDon't play me too close I won't p*** you too hard Now whether on the strip, or in the bar If you put your mind to it, you might get far No need to be a player or a superstar She ain't trippin on you she'd rather f*** your car (repeat 2X)
Song: 9 - Baby D (Too $hort talking) Eh yo Baby D, get yo lil ass over here on tha mic man, an show these other lil n***z, they can't f*** wit the Dangerous Crew man, spit that shit, fo' $hort Dog. Verse 1- *(Baby D)* This is out fo dogs, wit tha fake attack, I put it out two times, now I'm bringin it back, wit a whole lot of me, the Baby D, you slippin westsider, but it don't mean shit to me, I'm the youngest in the Crew from the Oak-Town, an when I come through, I lay you n***z down, so what up, get yo gloves an stuff, it's the Dangerous Crew, ain't no love fo punks, an if you dont know what to do, when I come through, let this young mack show you, grab the mic, an tighten up yo lyrics, if it ain't real, I ain't really tryin to hear it, see another MC's gettin mad as hell, ain't nuthin mo funky than to be himself, I gotta make a knot, while I shake the spot, cuz I can't be stopped. *(Too $hort talking)* Lil mutha f***a spittin that shit y'all, that's how we do it in East Oakland, you know what I'm sayin, Dangerous Crew representin, next generation step up baby. Verse 2 *(Baby D)* Baby D takin over like doja, open ya up wit that north west explosion, then I'm coastin, (What ya doin n***??), runnin from the scene wit the ghost like Moses, I gotta let em know, if they mess wit the Dangerous they always know, so get on, befo you get spit on, I'm rollin in knee high, no lie, finna get my grip on, from mornin to night, I keep it tight, aiight, Dangerous Crew fo life. *(Too $hort talking)* Yeah that's juss a lil sample y'all, Baby D comin through, 1996, Dangerous Crew, my n*** ain't but 10 years old y'all, so, umm, before you start dissin, you betta try an listen, cuz, he got sumpthin fo the future that you lil 'ol n***z can't f*** wit. So Baby D, I'm a tell em like this, since I know yo mama might get mad if you tell em.... BIATCH!!
SONG: 12 - I MUST CONFESS - Girl, I must confessCause your love is the bestCause all we wanna doIs put this d*** in youWhen I first saw you, I couldn't stop watchin' youCouldn't stop thinkin' bout how I should be knockin' youAll I wanna do is holla at you laterHandle my business, you know I'm a playerI never been a hater, I shouldn't be fallin' throughBut you got me laphin' at the nigga that you talkin' toI guess you like squares, what's up for the nightLike 2Pac said: you need a thug in ya lifeA nigga like me, I beat that p*** upHave you at the house doin' all kinda freaky stuffAin't nuttin' new to me, whatcha wanna do to meI know you ain't no groupie, givin' up tha coochieBut I got deep in your drawls anywayI'll get it again if I want it, anydayI got that game from the coast out westYour p***'s the best, I must confessGirl, I must confessCause your love is the bestCause all we wanna doIs put this d*** in youI can't sleep at night, you always keep me upSuckin' on my d*** let me deep in them gutsI can't stop f***in' you, runnin' all up in youI know you got a nigga but you still know what to do You never hold back, never act shyMake it look so good I never close my eyesI like the way your titties shake when you ridin' meYou take it out, lick it and put it back insideAnd that's what Imma do b***, give you this true d***Bring all ya girlfriends and we can do thisI got a lotta homies, and we all got game Y'all can ... squares but it's not the sameI won't take you to the movies or a fake clubI take you straight to the house get naked and f***$hort dog will never settle for lessI must confess, you got tha bestGirl, I must confessCause your love is the bestCause all we wanna doIs put this d*** in youI keep a gang of h***s on my team at all timesLet a nigga know that the p*** is all minesHit it on the regular, you know I'm good for thatTop knotch b***es, even f***in' hoodratsTake you to the mansion, take off your pants thenKidnap the p*** and hold it for ransomBut none of them b***es can f*** like youHit me on my beeper, you know I'm comin' throughJust like that, always was and always will beI get ya wet and then you gone feel meWay up in ya, not far from VirginiaStick it in ya mouth on ya way down southSo when you get home and smell the come on your breath Go to the bathroom and play wit yourselfYour p***'s the best, I must confess Whenever ya horny I got a S on my chest
SONG: SURVIVIN THE GAME - Yeah, Short Dog in the house. Surviving the game, man...It ain't easy when you out here for, uh, ten years hanging with the cut-throats,Back stabbers, playa haters, ya know what I'm saying?But I'm a b*** killa, always was and always will be...If you ain't in the right state of mind don't play with meCause they ain't never ended slaveryYou f***ing with my freedom, let's keep it real foolDon't underestimate n***z who'll kill youCause everything changed and everybody got a strapDon't wanna be attacked keep it on your lapI'm smobbing in my drop, smiling like PriestSuperfly top down speeding through the streetsKillas on the prowl and jacking is how...They get paid pull out a gat and break your ass downN*** show no fear but you scared as hellAnd your partner riding with you is prepared to tellBut you don't know it yet, you having hella funAnd when the shit hit the fan and you on the runYou better pray if they catch your homeboy firstCause if they put him under pressure, he bound to burstInto a long conversation about everything you didNo more tussling, time to do a bidIn the brand new jail that they built for youWhere the smallest little thing you get killed over...(Surviving the game) Ain't no bailing out, you mad as hellInstead of send you to school, they keep you in jailThat cost way more when you do timeWhen you creep through the hood and kill your own kindThey building county jails and penitentiariesThey getting ready for the motherf***ing 21st centuryComputers taking over, money's obsoleteNow they buying all the houses in the ghetto streetsThe way we live now we can't last longCause everyday n***z getting they blast onFunerals and court dates, plea bargain for your life You'll be out in twelve years, once a month see your wifeNow how that sound?You killed the black man, now they got you locked downThey let you learn a trade, working years for penniesAnd that shit you building was making white man plenty Got the game f***ed up and you'll never be richIt's all about respect and they treat you like a b***...(Surviving the game) I was born with the skills of a black manTo survive in the streets and keep stackingI'm thirty years old and far from doneI don't care what you think, I ain't forgot where I'm fromEast Oakland and that's where I learned...Everything I know and when I got my turnI never came fake on a microphoneI always let'em know that the town is homeI wasn't born in Oakland, I was born a mackStay true to the game, always stating the facts B***, you can't stop my mack attackI know you love this shit when I rap like thatYou never would get me to change my styleI spent 20 million dollars on a brand new houseI got bills to pay, no time to be fakeEating top rump, don't f*** with steakDon't be jealous of me cause it's well knownI could slip in a minute after hella songsMake one fake album and I'm throughI be a broke ass n*** like youSo I just try to stay focused and do my jobTurn that shit up loud and watch a b*** head bobCause I'm the Too S-H-O-R-TI take a square ass b*** and turn her into a freak...(Surviving the game) Now growing old in the streets ain't no easy taskLosing homeboys every time the season passGetting phone calls, another soldier deadSitting in the car got four in the headRush to his mama house, the shit is realTrying to find out why a n*** got killedI'm about to hurt somebody, give a f*** whoCause you already know what you need to doKill another black man, that's what you figureJust what we need, another dead n***Got your guns, you don't want noneYou stupid motherf***er, where they come from?From the white man, get'em like fast foodWith an attitude to make a n*** blast youYou little violent motherf***er don't play with meCause they ain't never ended slavery F***ing with my freedom...(Surviving the game)
Song: Buy You Some
Verse One: Erick SermonWhoo! Ah ah, ayahh, ahh ahh ahhAnd you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bondNow introducing the sound from the ghettoE Double and Too $hort, what the f*** you thought?I come with the ruckus, It's My Thing when I swingI'm Born to Mack, always strapped, with the black gatWho out there I swear boy wanna get touchedRoll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so DUCKI talk the talk, walk the walk, now n***Five hundred S drivin with hand on triggerCrazy Lestat, check my track recordEverything I touch is gold since eighteen years oldSo what that mean? I roll the blunt and puff the indo smoke in itI trip in a minuteCrazy holy doctor holdin me cuz I be rockin BSewin up like Monopoly, nobody's stoppin meDig it, Funkdafied like Brat, how's that?I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sackWho said the E can't rock? That's bullshitS*** my d*** and get a big fat lick of my ballsYou wanna brawl? Punk I thought notYou might get beat down and stomped like SasquatchYour girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna f*** herSyke I already stuck herI got rhymes to make your whole head swell upHere's an icepack homeboy shut the hell upI rock the mic with Too $hort, y'all n***z know what's happeninEverything he touch goes platinumEyeeaaaah!Verse Two: Too $hortI made a half a million in a weekAnd every n*** on the street got a tape playin meYou can't believe it? Erick Sermon, rollin with $hortRolled from California all the way to New YorkIn big Benzes, G-50 upNow we trying to squash all that East/West stuffWe spent years in the studio makin funky tracksSigned a bunch of n***z with some tight ass rapsIt's like Father Dom, it's like Keith MurrayMakin millionaires but it ain't no hurryCuz we all in it for the long runI won't leave the studio until a song's doneAnd ain't nuthin really hard about gettin my cashA big phat house with a million stashYou other n***z got this rap game distortedGivin DATs to the label, straight gettin shortedClaim you're gettin paid, but I can't tellYou keep rappin in my ear got me mad as hellYou talk a good game but I don't believeAnd you be smokin lotta blunts but I got more weedthan you, I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhileAnother face in the crowd plus some freestyleWishin you could be in the lightPromoters pay me ten G's just to breathe on the micB***!$hort Dawg puttin it down with the E DOubleVerse Three: Erick SermonShhhhh! You remind me of my phat gold chainSome of y'all are just small changeBe a boss with true true gameYeah yeahDig this y'all, my Music is DangerousAtomic Dog, coming through the smog with $hort DawgAhhh! Quick with the trig Jack be nimbleI shoot like G Mob goes liftin through my windowChik chik pow! How you like me now?The man in the mirror it don't get no clearer$hort Dawg, the E Double, and Breed we roll thickLike girls in C.A.U. with the good power UOwww! Money is the key to fameSo I can live it up with the girls on Soul TrainThe impact, major league dough like Dave JusticeYo Breed, $hort Dawg, show em how we bust thisVerse Four: Too $hort, MC Breed, Kool AceLike some true pioneers, don't forget itPut the money on the table, let's split itWe got enough G's here to make us both happyTell them fans we ain't runnin no coke factoryIt's $hort Dawg the real p*** of the centuryGirls get wet every time somebody mention meI was known for my mackin back in eighty-fourI want it all, that's what I keep stackin forHave things that a rapper never dreamed of havinAnd I can tell them how to get it just keep rappinLife's a battle, headed for the new sunSo many ways to get paid, you got ta choose oneNow some of the ways to get paid out is runnin your mouthThat street life will keep me tight, I'm talkin boutGettin green, dolla dolla bills y'allThat's on the real, somethin you can feel y'allMany claim to have game but you can get that on saleBut ain't nuthin they sellin to you but Arbor and GailI mean Sprinkle Me homey cuz I'm bout dollars and centsAnd if you ain't haulin dollars well you ain't hollerin FlintI'd rather dip dip dive, so-socializeGet loot from the Great Lakes, West to EastsideYou tramp, trick, HACH I spitUndergrade if you ain't gettin paid like thisThe hours of the ATL paves my nameSpittin Mr. Macker izzer are you still in the gameSee I gets paid by the movement of the cutI've been summoned by the cancer, to testify and blessIt's that, big mack, like scripture is a phat Kodeje? So hide your hoe from meSouthern am-bassador, knockin at your doorLeadin a click that's true, checkin knowin all fifty-twoSee, all you tricks, best behaveIt's that Southern n*** mack from the city of the BraveI got the platinum caul, yes yes y'allSo plant me with the green and them hoes and we can big ballYeah, now we rollin four deepDouble dosin, relaxin, and maxin to $hort and these beatsE Double, $hort Dawg, Kool AceIn the place, and be all but bring you straight horrowRepresentin moneyBuy you some n***
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