Blow the Whistle

I go on and on

Can't understand how I last so long

I must have super powers

Rap two hundred twenty-five thousand hours

Get it calculated, do the math

I made a thousand songs that made you move your ass

And for the last three hundred months

I made sixteen albums with me on the front and they bump

Where you get your beats?

I heard ninety-three rappers say "bitch" like me

Two singers and ten comedians

And I'm still gon' yell it every time you see me in

What's my favorite word? (Bitch)

Why they gotta say it like $hort? (Bitch)

You know they can't play on my court

Can't hang with the big dogs, stay on the porch

Blow the whistle

Blow the whistle

Blow the whistle

Blow the whistle

Where you get that from?

Grab the mic, spit one, let me hit that blunt

Pimp-C, 8-Ball, and MJG

Keep spittin' that P to the I-M-P

Bun-B, that's Texas, baby

Ball and G, that's Memphis, baby

Short Dog, that's Oakland, baby

Ain't nothin' but pimpin' these days, G

My **** C got locked up

But these real hoes still know they gots to fuck

Give a fuck, **** what you say

Short Dog fuck with UGK

Do you really wanna be like me?

Spit game like Snoop and TIP

Pretty girls in the V.I.P

They came with Dre, they don't need ID

Blow the whistle

Blow the whistle

Blow the whistle

Blow the whistle

Your mind is gone, your brain is blazed

You've been wide awake for the last three days

Poppin' pills, it goes down for real

Don't stop, just keep rollin' down hill

Crash and burn, can't stand, fall back

You're doin' too much, you can't handle all that

Man, it's been way too long

Time to let the whole world play your songs

Like me, my shit gets around

Leave the country, come back, and hit The Town

I'm in Miami, New York, and ATL

Houston and L.A., ask Dave Chappelle

'Bout my rich bitch, he got her from me

And made 50 million dollars, I'm proud of you, D

But I'm crazy, you don't wanna be like me

I come from East Oakland where the youngstas get hyphy, blow it

Blow the whistle

Blow the whistle

Blow the whistle

Bitch

Too $hort

Up all night, baby

Album number sixteen

Y'all can't fuck wit' that