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Too $hort...Thats Why (DJ Shawne Blend God Remix) Oly Beat
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Too $hort
Too $hort
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ant Banks
Ant Banks
Songwriter
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ant Banks
Ant Banks
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Too $hort
Too $hort
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 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 doing this shit for' years So I'm a tell it to you just like it happened I don't stop rappin', ever since the very first day I grabbed the microphone, made a funky ass tape I had sixteen foes, keepin' ten toes Game from the "O", an' any real pimp knows The only love hoes get is what they paid for' Gimme my scratch, what the fuck I'm a stay for'? I gotta make moves 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., all around the' Bay, it's true I'm the man G, I'm underground radio can't ban me All on the air sayin' they ain't playing me no mo' I go back wit rap like K-P-O-O From the very first time I grabbed the mic Gangster smokin' burner, ready to fight I don't promote violence, I'm from Oakland where the real kick it You might get killed nigga 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 Forget trying to black ball shit, it won't last If you can't play my song y'all can kiss my ass That's why the town got rid 'o $hort That's why the town got rid 'o $hort It all started back when C and 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' Ryan got the cash an' split it If I don't get my cut, somebody gonna get it" It was 13 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 Sound kinda petty an' it is But that's how it goes when you in show biz Rapper's fallin' out, should be makin' millions Instead of studios, we seein' lawyers in buildings Then we stop speakin', it started getting funky I aint tryna hear $hort dog get my money I ain't never been a hoe, you can't pimp me I do all the work while you pimp me I tried to buy him out but right about then They let the lions out, niggaz 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 for' that Lex Jock loaned me five an' y'all know whats nest That's why the town got rid 'o $hort (Don't believe everything you hear) That's why the town got rid 'o $hort I went to the freak-nik, straite turned me out Came back for' Jack the Rapper Bought me a house, that was August '93, time to dip I had warrants in the town, and I was hot as shit Everytime I got stopped, I went to jail Treat me bad 'cuz I was hangin' with criminals I wanted to buy me a house in the Oakland Hills Nice lil' somethin' for' 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 flow The luniz 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 fact 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 Lina 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 we ain't never played heavy metal That's why the town got rid 'o $hort That's why the town got rid 'o $hort Niggaz shootin' at the studio late at night Seen a Cherokee, started shootin' at Spice At the E-40 picnic out in the park People gather 'round for' some shit to start They had bullets with my name, but we never got to me See me sucka M.C shootin' at the street It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a full clip One in the chamber an' it's blockin' T.B Still tryin' to be my pimp 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 nigga sued me An' that's where it stands right now y'all For' those who don't know Like the notorious say, "If you don't know, now you know"
Writer(s): Anthony Banks, Todd Anthony Shaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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