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Too $hort

"Oakland, California"

Oakland
Oakland
Oakland, California

Oakland california is the city of snakes
Pimps, pussies, players and fakes
Loud mouth b*tches who talk too much
di*k teasin b*tches who never f*ck
Sucka ass n*gga fake as hell
A man or a b*tch I really can't tell
Some of you n*ggas need to quit
Show and tell n*gga you ain't sh*t
Sayin I got this and I got that
But when it comes to you I got no rap
Cause what I see is good for me
And what I don't know just let it be
b*tches gamin' workin' extensions
Her hair ain't really but two inches
Bald head girls in the Oakland world
Short afros and jheri curls
Nappy head n*ggas like myself
Get a bald head and say go to hell
But your a snake your a worm
Bald head b*tch you need a perm
Oakland california is the city of liars
Fresh barbed wires with vouge tires
n*ggas tellin' stories twenty minutes long
And everything in it was smooth wrong
I said why you wanna tell me I don't wanna know
All I want is stereo rock
Homeboys kick it gettin keyed
Sold that mark some fake weed
Told that n*gga here you go
A big fat sack and you know it's premo
A 20-dollar bill went to your hand
You rushed that money to the coke man
To the coke bottle was the next stop
But you broke the bottle and can't smoke rock
Bass rocks bass rocks thats your daddy
You better off smokin' on a powdered cabby
Have a white christmas everyday
Cause cocaine cabby is a too short way
Thats Too S-H-O-R-T
Smoke more coke than Richard P
Have more money than Michael Jackson
Oakland, can I get some action?
Hey young tender in the 501's
I love to see when you work your tongue
Suckin my di*k in the back of the car
Rollin down Skyline boulavard
I said beeeeeeeyach
What are you smoking?
A big fat di*k in the big East Oakland
I see my homie, he needs to quit
Holdin' hands with a b*tch who looks like sh*t
Maybe I'm wrong by what I say
Maybe that n*gga is gettin paid
Maybe that n*gga ain't bein used
Gettin f*cked without collectin' dues
That's how I work all the time
I'm Too Short baby got a fresh new rhyme
For Oakland, California, that's the place
Homies got drugs all in yo face
When the OPD cruise down again
n*ggas goin' half off dubes and tens
On any corner anywhere
Buy your drugs from a Oakland player
n*ggas sell squat callin it top
Cut cocaine get a big n*gga rock
Crime went down murder went up
And some of these turfs are tryin to get tuff
Who's the leader of the hour
Anybody livin' if they push power
M-16, 357
Sendin these n*ggas to hell, not heaven
So much death in the Oakland streets
Your nothin but a target, sellin weed
You know I'm rappin the honest truth
n*ggas roll up shootin' guns at you
Threatening your life and calling you fake
Till you take your drugs to another state
And sometimes man it's a pity
Cause a n*gga used to roll in the Oakland city
n*ggas who take do you know yourself
You must be the n*gga with all the wealth
Maybe one day you can own this town
If everybody f*cked and you are down
That's how you see it I do too
But I break b*tches and you break crews
Oakland, California is gettin tough
n*ggas got schemes for coming up
n*ggas got ways to make big bank
Hittin' these streets like an army tank
I'm Too S-H-O-R-T
Spitin more game than you'll ever speak

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I got mo b*tches wantin me
Cause I'm the best dam rapper from the Oakland streets
I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
Oakland, California won't leave it alone
Cause I'm on this mic rapping that game
Knockin off tapes like I'm selling cocaine
f*cking these freaks indefinitely
I never stop f*cking you Oakland freaks
High school b*tches really like
The way Sir Too Short can rock the mic
Oakland, California that's the place
Freak freak b*tch got a lot of ways
She got big fat titties size 38
Imm'a f*ck that b*tch but I can't wait
The young girl makes my body boil
When I f*ck that b*tch imm'a drill for oil
Imm'a put cocaine all over my di*k
And tell that b*tch it's time to lick
East Oakland that's where I live
The city of the freak freak freaky b*tch
I spent the night with her she ain't mine
I f*ck that b*tch so many times
And that right there I could never fake
I thought my goddamn di*k would break
f*cking too much makes you hurt
But I never stuck a b*tch from puttin' in work
All you b*tches can suck me dry
Suckin my di*k for the rest of your lives
Ok baby here we are
Were just two young freaks in the back of the car
You are one who's the other
It's Sir Too Short that rappin' ass brotha
Everytime I talk to you
Whatcha wanna know is it still cool
And everytime what do I state
Your still my b*tch that's everyday
All you b*tches cause I'm a hall
And you baby girl my freaky doll
I'm too short baby now I'm smokin'
Another big cabby and I'm in East Oakland
Not the west not the north
It's the eastside baby I'm Sir Too Short
I can spit a rap and i'll create
A sucker MC everyday
n*ggas from Oakland, young and old
Runnin' round here keep off that dope
Singin my rap at the skating rink
Sucker MC, do you know what I think?
You wanna be me so damn bad
You wish that you could make my raps
When I say "Short", you say your name
Tellin your homies you rappin' game
But I sell tapes and n*ggas know
You singin my rap in stereo
Some of you n*ggas ain't really sh*t
And Tony G. is just a b*tch
Why does Tony rap like me
Cause he ain't no pass high ?
Just sleep to the world on what I do
Grab a mic front you
Tony G., you just can't have it
Nothin' but a little light-skinned old faggot
Tryin to rap on the mic
But Too Short baby is what they like

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