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Too $hort – That's Why lyrics
(too*short talking) Yeah*
we gettin real on this album y'all You. know I'm hearin all these Rumors
out here bout they, ran $hort dogg up outta east oakland N. anusMoved
to atlanta ain't, got no mo love in the town I. got much love in Oakland
y'all you, know what I'm sayin I, been doin this s titfor years So.
I'm a tell it to you juss like it happened B.... h***(verse.
*1) I*
don't stop rappin Ever,
since the very first day I,
grabbed the microphone made, a funky a tape** I,
had sixteen hoes Suckin,
ten toes Game,
from the "o" An,
any real pimp knows The,
only love hoes get is what they paid for Gimme,
my scratch What,
the f k**I'm a stay for I?
gotta make moves b h***Stack,
some g's From,
the whole stroll To,
my fax machine I,
got money comin in from everywhere From,
new york To,
L A. To.,
the mutha fuckin bay It's,
true I'm,
the man g I'm,
underground 106 can't ban me All,
on the air sayin they don't f k**wit me no mo I,
go back wit rap like k-p-o-o From,
the very first time I grabbed the mic Ni,
z***smokin burner Ready,
to fight I,
don't promote violence I'm,
from oakland where the real kick it You,
might get killed n anusOr,
make a mill ticket Move,
down south 'cause the town is wild Now,
the radio jocks wanna clown my style I,
raised too many rappers you support Ask,
'em who they grew up on Too.... $hort F,
k**all that black ball s titit won't last Kmel,
y'all can kiss my a (chorus)**.
*That's*
why the town got rid 'o $hort (x2) (verse
*2) It*
all started back when c & h Went,
to t & b tryin to playa hate I,
flipped a brand new lexus 93,
Joda,
balls called me up said ya lyin to me He,
said I heard you an ran got the cash an split it If,
I don't get my cut You,
mutha fuckaz gonna get it It,
was thirteen g's all mine Didn't,
give teddy gram one dime Now,
listen real close 'cause it might be Hard,
to follow Chris,
told ted it was fifty thousand dollaz S,
titsound petty An,
it is But,
that's how it goes when you in show biz Ni,
z***fallin out Should,
be makin millions Instead,
of studios We,
seein lawyers in buildings Then,
we stop speakin S,
titgot funky I,
don't give a f k**Mutha,
fucka get my money I,
ain't never been a hoe you can't pimp me I,
do all the work while you pimp me I,
tried to buy him out But,
right about then They,
let the lions out Ni,
z***start eatin that s titup You,
shoulda never listened I'm,
always on this money makin mission Sold,
a car an a truck in oakland for that lex Jock,
loaned me five an I was rollin that b h***(chorus).
*x2* Don't
believe everythang you hear n anus(verse.
*3) I*
went to the freak-nik S,
titturned me out Came,
back for jack the rapper Bought,
me a house That,
was august '93 time to dip I,
hade warrants in the town an I was hot as s titEverytime,
I got stopped N,
anuswent to jail Treat,
me bad 'cause I was hangin wit criminals I,
wanted to buy me a house in the oakland hills Nice,
lil sumpthin for a half a mill That's,
was right around the time chris hooked dru down The,
luniz came through an them tricks got clowned Rappin,
ron tore 'em up on the freestyle tip An,
ni z***ain't ran nobody outta s titThen,
they put it on the town S,
titgot real When,
you was in the fourth grade I had a record deal You,
got one hit record now you ballin You,
make one fake album you'll be fallin An,
that s titdon't apply to me Present,
or past You,
can meet me at the mall an get my autograph Or,
you can flash back If,
you can do all that Me,
fred benz An,
freddy craps Smokin,
burner upstairs in hot lips house It's,
been fifteen years an I ain't played out They,
playin too $hort steppin on a chevy pedal Back,
in the days kmel played heavy metal (chorus).
*x2* (verse
*4) Ni*
z***shootin at the studio late at night Seen,
a charokee Started,
shootin at spice At,
the e-40 picnic out in the park Ni,
z***gather round for some s titto start They,
had bullets wit my name But,
we never got to me See,
me sucka mutha fucka Shootin,
at the street It,
was me Boo,
howard, an, jock A,
full clip One,
in the chamber an it blockin T B. Still.,
tryin to be my pimp I,
could lose my life Or,
give my money to him I'd,
rather die before you use me I,
tried to buy him out The,
n anussued me (too.
*$hort talking) An*
that's where it stands right now y'all For. the mutha fuckaz that Don't
know like, the notorious say "if, you don't know now, you know ".Biatch
we gettin real on this album y'all You. know I'm hearin all these Rumors
out here bout they, ran $hort dogg up outta east oakland N. anusMoved
to atlanta ain't, got no mo love in the town I. got much love in Oakland
y'all you, know what I'm sayin I, been doin this s titfor years So.
I'm a tell it to you juss like it happened B.... h***(verse.
*1) I*
don't stop rappin Ever,
since the very first day I,
grabbed the microphone made, a funky a tape** I,
had sixteen hoes Suckin,
ten toes Game,
from the "o" An,
any real pimp knows The,
only love hoes get is what they paid for Gimme,
my scratch What,
the f k**I'm a stay for I?
gotta make moves b h***Stack,
some g's From,
the whole stroll To,
my fax machine I,
got money comin in from everywhere From,
new york To,
L A. To.,
the mutha fuckin bay It's,
true I'm,
the man g I'm,
underground 106 can't ban me All,
on the air sayin they don't f k**wit me no mo I,
go back wit rap like k-p-o-o From,
the very first time I grabbed the mic Ni,
z***smokin burner Ready,
to fight I,
don't promote violence I'm,
from oakland where the real kick it You,
might get killed n anusOr,
make a mill ticket Move,
down south 'cause the town is wild Now,
the radio jocks wanna clown my style I,
raised too many rappers you support Ask,
'em who they grew up on Too.... $hort F,
k**all that black ball s titit won't last Kmel,
y'all can kiss my a (chorus)**.
*That's*
why the town got rid 'o $hort (x2) (verse
*2) It*
all started back when c & h Went,
to t & b tryin to playa hate I,
flipped a brand new lexus 93,
Joda,
balls called me up said ya lyin to me He,
said I heard you an ran got the cash an split it If,
I don't get my cut You,
mutha fuckaz gonna get it It,
was thirteen g's all mine Didn't,
give teddy gram one dime Now,
listen real close 'cause it might be Hard,
to follow Chris,
told ted it was fifty thousand dollaz S,
titsound petty An,
it is But,
that's how it goes when you in show biz Ni,
z***fallin out Should,
be makin millions Instead,
of studios We,
seein lawyers in buildings Then,
we stop speakin S,
titgot funky I,
don't give a f k**Mutha,
fucka get my money I,
ain't never been a hoe you can't pimp me I,
do all the work while you pimp me I,
tried to buy him out But,
right about then They,
let the lions out Ni,
z***start eatin that s titup You,
shoulda never listened I'm,
always on this money makin mission Sold,
a car an a truck in oakland for that lex Jock,
loaned me five an I was rollin that b h***(chorus).
*x2* Don't
believe everythang you hear n anus(verse.
*3) I*
went to the freak-nik S,
titturned me out Came,
back for jack the rapper Bought,
me a house That,
was august '93 time to dip I,
hade warrants in the town an I was hot as s titEverytime,
I got stopped N,
anuswent to jail Treat,
me bad 'cause I was hangin wit criminals I,
wanted to buy me a house in the oakland hills Nice,
lil sumpthin for a half a mill That's,
was right around the time chris hooked dru down The,
luniz came through an them tricks got clowned Rappin,
ron tore 'em up on the freestyle tip An,
ni z***ain't ran nobody outta s titThen,
they put it on the town S,
titgot real When,
you was in the fourth grade I had a record deal You,
got one hit record now you ballin You,
make one fake album you'll be fallin An,
that s titdon't apply to me Present,
or past You,
can meet me at the mall an get my autograph Or,
you can flash back If,
you can do all that Me,
fred benz An,
freddy craps Smokin,
burner upstairs in hot lips house It's,
been fifteen years an I ain't played out They,
playin too $hort steppin on a chevy pedal Back,
in the days kmel played heavy metal (chorus).
*x2* (verse
*4) Ni*
z***shootin at the studio late at night Seen,
a charokee Started,
shootin at spice At,
the e-40 picnic out in the park Ni,
z***gather round for some s titto start They,
had bullets wit my name But,
we never got to me See,
me sucka mutha fucka Shootin,
at the street It,
was me Boo,
howard, an, jock A,
full clip One,
in the chamber an it blockin T B. Still.,
tryin to be my pimp I,
could lose my life Or,
give my money to him I'd,
rather die before you use me I,
tried to buy him out The,
n anussued me (too.
*$hort talking) An*
that's where it stands right now y'all For. the mutha fuckaz that Don't
know like, the notorious say "if, you don't know now, you know ".Biatch
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