Short Dog's In the House

Moving up

East Oakland, yeah, that's right

Moving up

East Oakland, yeah, that's right

Oakland, California, West Coast life

You either play the game or you smoke the pipe

I became a rapper at the age fourteen

No gold ropes, no diamond rings

But look at me now, ten years later

Ask any MC if I rap greater

See I'm known in Fresno, even the big O

From San Diego to Sacramento

They'll tell you, "Yes", wherever you go

And I bet my life won't one say, "No"

Ain't nothing like a Too $hort fan

I ain't tripping, you can play it again

Don't fight the feeling, life is me

I rock shows in Nashville, Tennessee

It wasn't "Hee Haw, " so don't laugh

At the good ol' boys getting autographs

In Cincinnati, I know you heard

I got fined for the cuss words

It's true baby, so so unique

Might slap your man or just thump your freak

I come to your town, I'm not under

I want your name and your telephone number

You think I'm faking, but I'll call

We only got one night to do it all

I know baby, it's such a pity

Tomorrow night, we hit another city

Cold macking in the game is all we do

Me and the boys, called the Dangerous Crew

I used to be local, till I signed with Jive

Too $hort then went nationwide

I went to Georgia with the Too $hort sound

I went down like Bobby Brown

I said a rap and they took me to jail

Pulled out my bank, and made bail

This is my story, it could not wait

It all started out in the Golden State

California, where I was born and raised

I used to play the drum in my younger days

I just hit that beat, any way I can

Smooth, high-stepping in the marching band

I turned in my drum and started to rap

Now beats I make, make my bank so fat

It's Too $hort, on the mic tonight

Pennsylvania, can you see the light?

From Chicago, to Indiana

From Mississippi, to Alabama

Louisiana, even Texas

Females, call me, "Sexist"

But don't they love it, you know me

Young tender in the room, tryna show me

Like engine, engine, number nine

Homies run a train, standing in line

If that train jumps off the track

Then my brother, you will catch the clap

From Colorado, to Arizona

All the way back home to California

In Chattanooga, they know the tip

Short Dog in the house, I'm that flip

Gettin' clip, or playin' pool

I can't help it, I'm so damn cool

Call me, "Dog", or leave me alone

I'm riding in a Cadillac Fleetwood rollin'

With two clean, behind the wheel

I'm ridin' shotgun, rappin' for real

Total boss in the back, give me supersede

They like to roll 'em fat, 'cause you know we ride

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop

It goes on, 'cause I don't stop rappin'

Now you know, nothin' but the dog in me

You make love to me and I still act stingy

Oh, should I pay you? You must be trippin'

I didn't buy you and I sure ain't rentin'

I said "I love you", 'cause that whatchu said

I didn't love you when we got out the bed

If I could love you, you know I would

But what you givin', ain't all that good

A little southern hospitality

You'd better try to get away from me

I love money, and I just can't fake it

I go to Magic City and the girls dance naked

I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap

But I'm living like an Oaktown mack

I'm in the house y'all, I'm like peeser, y'all

Rat heads get nothing but cheese, y'all

Or get slapped, put up ya' dukes

I kick you in ya' butt with my Nike boots

Some rappers try to be just like Too $hort

Can't hang with the dogs, you'd better stay on the porch

In Minnesota, Virginia Beach

Wisconsin, I got freaks

Atlanta, Little Rock

Louisville, it don't stop

Kansas City, Missouri

I rock the house in East St. Louis

Detroit, it's like Oakland

It's a black thing, and I'm a black man

To all my brothers in the U.S.A.

Too $hort baby, don't even play

Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat

I cross the bridge and hit third street

Years ago, I rocked that joint

I say, "What's up?", to my homies from Hunter's Point

We go a long way back, it's always been like that

In the days when Short Dog was so young at the rap, I'm in the house

Moving up

East Oakland, yeah, that's right

Moving up