Short Dog's In the House

歌詞

Moving up! east oakland, yeah that's right (repeat 4x) Oakland, california, west coast life You either play the game or you smoke the pipe I became a rapper at the age 14 No gold ropes, no diamond rings But look at me now, 10 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 cinncinatti, I know you heard I got fined for the cusswords 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 til 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 I 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 Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me Like engine, engine, number 9 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 chatanooga, they know the tip Short dog in the house, I'm that flip Getting clip, or playing pool I can't help it I'm so damn cool Call me dog or leave me alone I'm riding in a caddilac fleetwood chrome With too clean, behind the wheel I'm riding shotgun, rapping for real Total boss in the back, give me superside 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 rapping Now you know, nothing but the dog in me You make love to me and I still act stingy Oh should I pay you? you must be tripping I didn't buy you and I sure ain't renting I said I love you cause you gave me head I didn't love you when we got out the bed If I could love you, you know I would But what you giving, 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 your dukes I kick you in your ass with my nike boots Some rappers try to be just like too $hort Can hang with the dog, you'd better stay on the porch In minnesota, virginia beach Wisconson, 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 3rd 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 that short dog was so young at the rap I'm in the house! Moving up! east oakland, yeah that's right (repeat 4x)