Intro:

Sup?
Short Dogg back in the house beeyatch!
And it don’t stop to the beat
Ain’t no thang but a chicken wing
We gonna do it like this one mo’ time

Verse 1:

Straight from Oakland, California I’m back again
Short Dogg’s on the mic ’bout to mack and pimp
We got flavor at the Dangerous Crew camp
Save ya money, can’t use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don’t like it, you can get bees
stuck in the back of your throat
Fuckin with a pimp named Sir Too $hort
We coulda sampled the Luke but we didn’t
I’d rather treat ya like a ho and start pimpin
When will you other brothers realise?
Can’t fuck with my crew better feel your eyes
cos you must be blind if you can’t see
And I’ma say this shit quite frankly
I give a fuck when freestylers step up
I don’t do it, tell you ’bout it on the next cut
Cos right now we gotta feel the flow
and make sure we keep it real slow
Just like the motherfuckin Dangerous Crew
We gettin funky like it’s 1972
Still puffin on them zags, dressed like pimps
and axe Ohio Players once again
can we sample the funk?

Y’know we don’t wanna wear it out
We just wanna lil’ piece, y’knowhati’msayin?
We ain’t goin loopy, we’re goin freaky
We gonna funk it track for track
Dangerous Crew style
Ant Banks let me flip this one more time
Ya ready?

Verse 2:

All you brand new rappers got a new flow
You ain’t samplin James Brown no mo’
Probably try to sample cameo
Parliament Funkadelic, you scandalous ho
you stole it, Ossie Brothers, Bark Kays
Barry White, Isaac Hayes
Have you heard the term ‘Sample Clearance’?
Start the nigga who wrote it, would never hear it
Now we’re suin your ass for sure
Got’cha spendin all ya money cos you need a lawyer
You got problems and ya need ta solve em
Ya shouldn’t of sampled wouldn’t of had dem problems
If you’d have played your own shit
you wouldn’t be broke, you woulda made ya long grip, bitch
But that’s irrelevant now, my friend
cos they done wiped you clean like Ant Banks’ Benz
Sittin on some three-piece AMG’s
Better find you a sample, you ain’t playin these
kinda beats, so funky make your fingers pop
If you can’t find a sample you ain’t got
not one damn thing for a nigga to ride to
But I been gettin funky since I was in high school
Growin up in that Bootsy’s rubber band
In ’76, seen a mothership land
Nothin but funk all in your face
I like to slow it way down in ass and bass
cos that’s how we be layin tracks
Just flip the funky rhyme and start sayin raps
Get funky with Ant Banks, PeeWee, Shorty B
Father D, Dope D, Tony T
The motherfuckin Dangerous Crew
and that’s the drop from the dime, we’ll change the groove
just to sample the funk

Beeyatch!
That’s right, PeeWee friggin the keyboards
Tony T on the drums, Shorty B on the bass
Ant Banks on the mixing boards, Short Dogg on the vocals

Verse 3:

Right now you know the story of Too $hort baby
First started rappin in 1980
I got more game than Monopoly
Now I’m makin money there ain’t nobody stoppin me
Used to be local til I signed with Jive, man
Used to like to sample now I’m rollin with live band
Now that I finally did this shit
I’m makin one more album and then I quit
and only one thing could make me say I’m not
and that’s one million dollars on the spot
Upfront cash, money, no compromise
No schemes, no scandals, don’t front and lie
Just pay the man in full
Thirty years old, torch the bull
Ain’t givin shit up but the funk
Let these record companies know what the fuck I want
Cos they been fuckin black folks right from the start
When you sign that line te

My Samurai
Said going to the sanctuary
I knew about my love too
My Samurai
Done making a liar of me when
To be happy
To be you

He says
My Samurai
Take me down to the sanctuary
And I’m free
Gonna be
You know me
You know me
I said I’m gonna be
Gonna be
You know me

My Samurai
Taking my face
And she’s sticking it on a daisy
And you

Go west
paradise is there
you’ll have all that you can eat
of milk and honey over there

you’ll be the brightest star
the world has ever seen
sun-baked slender heroine
of film and magazine

go west
paradise is there
you’ll have all that you can eat
of milk and honey over there

you’ll be the brightest light
the world has ever seen
the dizzy height of a jet-set life
you could never dream

your pale blue eyes
strawberry hair
lips so sweet
skin so fair

your future bright
beyond compare
it’s rags to riches
over there

San Andreas Fault
moved it’s fingers
through the ground
earth divided
plates collided
such an awful sound

San Andreas Fault
moved its fingers
through the ground
terra cotta shattered
and walls came
tumbling down

o promised land
o wicked ground
build a dream
tear it down

o promised land
what a wicked ground
build a dream
watch it fall down

North of the border of Old Mexico
I rode one day to the cowtown of San Angelo
A hot sun was glowing, a hot breeze was blowing
Still not as warm as the lips that I waited to kiss


She sent a message a long time ago
Secora had promised to meet me in San Angelo
I was aware of the chance I was taking
I was an outlaw but great was my love for this girl

I must be with her I can’t stay away
Nights spent without her are lonely and so are the days
If it means death then I’ll have to chance it
Only a few minutes more and she’ll be at my side


At ten o’ clock in the morning
I tied my horse and I started to walk down the street
Where was Secora, had she forgotten
This was the day and the hour that she wanted to meet
But something is wrong with our plans and I fear death awaits me
Here on this hot dusty street.

Up on a housetop but still I can see
There hides a man with a rifle, it’s pointed at me
I might escape from the man with a rifle
But there are others just like him that I cannot see

Back of each window the click of a gun
Die if I stay and my love for her won’t let me run
Where is Secora, will my eyes see her
Then in a moment she runs from a door down the street

“Up on your horse”, she is crying
“Ride out of town it’s a trap and they’re waiting for you”
But if I ride out, she must ride with me
Then in a moment I know that our chances are gone
For a bullet is well on its way and it finds my Secora
She cries as she falls in my arms

Over and over her soft lips did say
“Now we’re together, I won’t let them take you away”
one little sigh, her little lips tremble
Then it was over, Secora had drifted away

Tears dim my vision but plainly I see
The ranger that killed her is standing there waiting for me
I rise to meet him, my one thought it beat him
He deserves death and I swear that this ranger will die

I beat his draw and I shot him
Shot him six times just as fast as the bullets could fly
My gun is empty or more I would shoot him
Now there are others just like him that want me to die
Their bullets are coming my way, how they hurt when they hit me
The pain makes me fall to the ground.

Gone is my strength, just the will left to fight
I hear the sound of the lead as it robs me of life
If I must die, let me find Secora
Let me hold on to her hand for the few moments left

Blindly I search and it isn’t in vain
I touch the soft velvet hand and it eases the pain
Life is no more but we’re together
Even in death she’s my lover,
it’s over,
goodbye

Deep within my heart lies a melody
A song of old San Antone
Where in dreams I live with a memory
Beneath the stars all alone

It was there I found beside the Alamo
Enchantment strange as the blue up above
A moonlit pass that only she would know
Still hears my broken song of love


Moon in all your splendor hear only my heart
Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone
Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart
Speak once again of my love, my own

Broken song, empty words I know
Still live in my heart all alone
For the moonlit pass by the Alamo
And Rose, my Rose of San Antone

(Peter Noah)

When I was a child down in South Caroline
Soon as Saturday sun went on down.
My folks and sister would go and leave me home all alone,
Going to that big square dance in town.
Well my old radio would play that old opry show,
So I never got lonesome or blue.
I’d fall asleep in my chair and dream that I was right there,
Just singing the whole night through.
When my folks would come home, they’d be humming a song,
Mama’d smile and say: “Child, don’t you know,
“There ain’t a thing in this world to make you fall in love girl,
“Like the San Antonio Stroll?”

Well the day finally come when my mama said: “Hun,
“It’s ’bout time you came with us as well.”
Well, I had me a time, yes, I danced all the night,
‘Til they rang that ol’ cracked-midnight bell.
Then the lights went down low, the fiddler picked up his bow,
And he played something stately and slow.
And my sister Eileen and her husband-to-be,
They held hands and began to stroll.
I’ve been away for a while, but it still brings a smile,
When I think of the way that it goes.
Now I’ll sing it to you just so we both can do,
That old San Antonio Stroll.

Yes, I’ll sing it to you just so we all can do,
That old San Antonio Stroll.

Most girls, I can’t wait for them to leave
And they’re giving me the creeps by morning
Most girls, make noises in their sleep, and I hate to
watch them eat
And their boring.
You didn’t rat when the lab caught fire
Throughout the Inland Empire-
You’re my empresses, and I crown you
Most girls, I ben with before are fat and ugly ho’s
Compared to you
Most girls, always think they’re right,
but they’re wrong- fucking wrong
But baby you’re not like that
You understand me and it’s not an act
You’re my empresses, and I crown you


CHORUS
I wanna go with you and leave all this behind us
We’ll live in San Berdo and sell the place in Cypress
Come on let’s do it run away with me honey
We’ll put a bunch of babies in you’re tummy
And fly away?.
Most girls, I’d rather be alone and I can’t answer the
phone
Cuz they’re scaring me
Most girls, get psycho and they’re mean and they
always make a scene
And they’re threatening me
The time apart didn’t hurt us
And now I finished y community service
You’re my empresses, and I crown you


CHORUS

Come on let’s do it run away with me honey
We’ll put a bunch of babies in you’re tummy
And fly away?.
All those years I was just searching
Fuck that noise, baby you’re perfect
All them mean nothing cuz I found you
How did you get so awesome?
Let’s spend the weekend in Laughlin
You are my empresses, I crown you

What’s up ese
It’s your homeboy
Lil’ Rob
Representing my city to the fullest
San Diego, Southern California
That’s where I’m from, simon

S-A-N D-I-E-G-O representado con Mano Lopalo
Mi pa mi lado, Chicano liempo creased down with the wrinkles
Bet you get them tingles when you listen to my singles
Mi cate, pelonsito con marijuanito
Got one hand on my cuete and the other on my pistol
Siempre listo, mijito en todo
I’m one bad motherfucker from the wrong side of town ese, mi moto
Pero no me jolles, but I still enjoy this
Lil’ Rob controla, fucking up this rola like a bomba on the boulevard
Cruising with the 45’s, got my loaded .45’s still living this Crazy Life
I lay low like a Chevrolet, Chevrolet
And I bust my rhymes and they come away, come away
And I been many places but it’s not the same though
L-I-L R-O-B, S-A-N D-I-E-G-O

[Chorus]
S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, E-G-O
San Diego
S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, E-G-O
San Diego
S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, E-G-O
San Diego
S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, E-G-O
San Diego, Southern California

Though my town ain’t what it used to be
It still means everything to me
I used to have dreams to be, something is what it made of me
Nothing like I used to see, drug deals everyday homey
Overdoses? Yeah usually, but the streets was so damn good to me
Pain the walls with graffiti, all the vatos acting rough with me
So rough so tough with me, pinche juras handcuffing me
They never left me alone, just cuz I was pelon
And because of my skin-tone, fuck that must be cuz I’m chingon
And I tell it like it is, my shit’s bad damn right it is
Can’t believe how tight it is, like baby Jennifer Lopez
Leaving all you fools so please, knowing you can’t fuck with this
Say that you don’t like my shit, your fucked and now you’re stuck with it
I know that you’re bumping it, on the down low you be loving it
I’m the baddest one Brown-raggin it, catch me on the street Brown-baggin it
This one’s for my city where I learned my flow
S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, San Diego

[Chorus]

I always say stay down for the Brown
But don’t let no one get you down, don’t frown
Ready for showdowns, I got more sold than MoTown bumping in your town
Who’s got the flows now? Who’s running the shows now?
The wicked wicked Lil’ Rob gots it all under control now
Go now, if you know what’s good for you
But you’re one of those vatos that likes to talk away
If you had any sense you’d swallow your foolish pride homey and walk away
The other way, oh by the way I fly away back to my four corner room
Like my song 4 Corner Room, tripping out like I was on shrooms
I sit and look at the colorful things, evil, good or whatever it brings
Spread my wings and fly away again, Lil’ Rob the San Diegan
Let me know when you want to play again, play again
Maybe next year on the Fifth of May again, May again
But until then keep up with Lil’ Rob year round
And I’m promising you the crystal clear sound of a Mexican
But it’s time for me to go rest again
It’s time for me to go but I’ll be back to flow
Remember my name, Lil’ Rob
Know where I’m from, San Diego

[Chorus]

That’s right
That’s the way we do it
San Diego, Southern California
Yea, 1904
That’s right
San Diego

I never saw the mornin’ ’til I stayed up all night
I never saw the sunshine ’til you turned out the light
I never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long
I never heard the melody until I needed the song

I never saw the white line ’til I was leavin’ you behind
I never knew I needed you until I was caught up in a bind
I never spoke “I love you” ’til I cursed you in vain
I never felt my heart strings until I nearly went insane

I never saw the east coast until I moved to the west
I never saw the moonlight until it shone off of your breast
I never saw your heart until someone tried to steal it, tried to steal it away
I never saw your tears until they rolled down your face

I never saw the mornin’ ’til I stayed up all night
I never saw the sunshine ’til you turned out your love light babe
I never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long
I never heard the melody until I needed the song

Last night I had a dream that we went to Disneyland,
Went on all the rides, didn’t have to wait in line.
I drove you to your house where we stared up at the stars
I listened to your heartbeat as I held you in my arms.

We hung out at the rainbow where we drank til’ half past two.
Nothing could go wrong anytime that I’m with you.
Like crashing a hotel room or leading up to that first kiss
Or searching for a high school that you know doesn’t exist…

These are the things that make me free
I feel like I’m stuck in “stand by me”
This night was too good to be true.

Today I woke up alone wishing you were here with me,
I wanted us to be something that we’d probably never be.
Today you called me up and said you’d see me at our show,
But now I’m stuck debating if I even wanna go.

Whitney, don’t you understand that what I say is true?
I just want you to know I have a major crush on you.
I’d drive you to Las Vegas and do the things you wanna do
I’d even have Wayne Newton dedicate a song to you.

I only wish that this could be
Just dump your boyfriend and go out with me
I swear I’d treat you like a queen.