Too $hort

Yo Neck, Yo Back, My Dick, And My Sack – Too $hort

Yeah yeah, real players up in here now. Represent. Ya’ll talkin all that shit about suckas licken on ya, all down yo back, up yo crack. Your talking to a real player now girl, for real i don’t go first.

(repeat 2x’s)
You want me to do it now do it good, lick that pussy just like i should, right now lick it good, suck you pussy just like i should, yo neck yo back, lick yo pussy and yo crack.

verse 1
I know you ladies pop that pussy so quick, but now its time to make sure you suck this dick, wavin your hands all in the air, recognize when you see a real player. All about that game if you aint about that, aint nobody trying to get a thang out yo cat. Bustin money now what you gonna do for me, cause i get done first usually. if you can’t make it happen we got problems, speak in to the mic. girl we can solve them, open up wide it’s time to get locked & stick this thing in side.

So lick it now lick it good suck this dick just like you should, right now lick it good suck this dick just like you should, thats it like that lick my dick and my sack. dont quit like that lick my dick and my sack, yeah bitch like that lick my dick and my sack.

verse 2-
First you gotta take your tounge stick it out up and down, let it run all around my dick and balls, let the spit drip from your jaws. get hype with it, its your chance, squeeze my dick let it slide in yo hands. dont stop till i cum. after me give my home boy some, bustin nuts all in yo face, open wide i know you like that tast. the best head comes from real hoes, i get bit like a dildo.

chourse till fade.

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Sample The Funk – Too $hort


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

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

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I Ain’t Trippin – Too $hort

I was told not long ago
Too $hort don’t stop that rap!?
Now everytime I grab the mic
I rock you just like that
8 years ago when I started to rap
I use to sell tapes everywhere
It was me and my homeboy freddy b, yoo
Kickin’ it like big players
Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar bills
I rocked houseparties on 98th
Even rocked in 69 vill
Might find me on the mic at Hot Lips house
Or at the Eastbay Dragonspot
All the 85th boys with their hand in the air
Screamin’ Too $hort just don’t stop!?
Like Royal Park, like Plymouth Rock
First street and Sunnyside
Like Sobrante Park and Brookefield
East Oakland, yeah, that’s right
5 years ago I continued to rock
And if you haven’t yet heard my name
It was all in the papers, on the evening news
I was stone cold in the game
Around that time a friend of mine
My homeboy Lionel B hooked me up like this, yoo
On the stage just rockin’ the beat
Some say I have a dirty mind
Sometimes that might be true
But these are just some dirty times
I ain’t trippin’ on you…

I ain’t trippin’, keep on talkin’
You think i’m smokin’ that pipe
I got money, homeboy
I even got some of your future wifes
Well, my story goes like this, man
I smooth went out on wax
Singin’ Girl, That’s Your Life?
Female Funk? and Shortrapp?
Silky D worked the beat kicked me cold cash
I was ridin’ the bus one day
Next day I was on the gas
Everybody loved Too $hort
Rollin’ down the strip
Then one day just like that
Homeboy jumped on my tip
You started spreadin’ rumors, man
Said you saw me rappin’ in jail
No, I never came down to the flatlands
I was chillin’ with the homies from the hill
I ain’t trippin’ but the word went out
Sir Too $hort was through
Can’t really say where it all began
So i’ma blamin’ it all on you
Everybody use to say
Too $hort don’t stop that rap!?
Now everytime you see my face
You say i’m smokin’ crack
Oakland, California, I heard it all before
I’m makin’ big bank now, rockin’ the crowd
I ain’t trippin’ no more…

Now I’m back on top again
I still don’t stop that rap
Everytime I grab the mic
My bankroll’s gettin’ fat
Freaky Tales? took care of that
You know I’m comin’ up
Cause everytime you see my face
I’m rollin’ all so tough
When I made the cut…the-he-he Freaky Tales?
I started picturin’ this
I named my album Born To Mack?
With the cleaniest raps and beats
Everythin’ was kickin’ in
Me and Ran kept cashin’ checks
Next thing I know there you go
Guess who’s on my tip?
You said I just got out of jail
Jumped right back on that pipe
Your sister’s boyfriend told you, man
I’m smokin’ every night
Then you came to my show
And stood there so damn bold
You said Too $hort, man, you smoking’
And i’m standin’ here dreamin’ gold
I ain’t trippin’ no more
Really ain’t worth my time
So to squashed it off I kicked on back
And wrote you all the rhyme
Benzes rollin’, Beemers jettin’
And Caddies keep on dippin’
You keep on talkin’ all that crap
I ain’t trippin’…

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