*(Radio talking)*
Really hasn't been up too clearly. The an Too $hort everything has been squashed.
*(Too talking)*
Yeah we everybody to know, that it's, you know, the Oak-Town ain't this.
*(Yukmouth talking)*
The media up things when they're wrong, but doesn't give enough praise when everything is good.
*(Too talking)*
We juss do a cut, don't even mention no beef or nothing, juss it on 'em.
*(Numskull talking)*
You know it's politics, made it sound like that. But it's all you see it's all Jesus.
*(Too $hort)*
BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!!
*(Too talking)*
Man what's it all about? Ain't about shit. Nigga call me up about, man it's on. Your niggaz fucking wit my an it's on. Nigga what we fronting for? If it ain't about money, ain't about this life an death nigga, shit, what's going on?
1 *(Too $hort)*
Jumped all in a niggaz front him on tha spot, don't the game, unless ya wanna get shot, but who the rules do you recall?, who's the judge when it comes to this law?, is it me?, you?, or is it my crew?, my get down, yo niggaz do too, fuckaz try to tell me don't fuck my life, 'cause nuthin nice, ya pay the price, ya know dudes, in them same shoes, it's new to you, but the is used, I got it from old niggaz, so cool, now we juss through, all the hoes who, in yo town, don't front, too little, 'cause ass niggaz get punked fo your riddles, so it all about, think it later, to all you gangstaz, an all you perpitrators.
*(Harm)* x2
You've, got me funkin,(funkin) over man,(funkin man) why ya wanna funk wit
(Speak on it boy!)
2 *(Yukmouth)*
Uh. Sometimes you step in some you can't get out of, who talk hella shit, is who I'm quick to sock the out of, powder, wit all yo hoes off my door, got em like pocino, ya all yo doe, on the ass, ass, run a gank ass, fuck fast, an Oakland ass hoe, now I why niggaz wanna knock you out like glass Joe, all that playa hatin shit, asked fo, you must got problems wit niggaz they cash flow, you baffled, you fuckin youngstaz, so go wit old ass flow, I ta have jaw-jacked hoe, 'cause some of wonder, why us do this, I'm under, up in some shit I didn't have nuthin to do wit, the is, you my funk is through, ride fo a nigga, if nigga ain't gonna do shit, ya be ass pimp, gettin yo ass is like an every year event. BITCH!! Dig it.
*(x2)*
3 *(Numskull)*
I'm too mutha fuckin fo myself, so funkin wit niggaz close to home is else, if you gonna blow a nigga head off, then the end of it, concentrate on makin mill an spendin, now is where my do it for myself begins, in '97, I ain't makin no new mutha friends, now I got no enemies, I no grudges, from now on I'm my own budget, (fo real!!) we all did our nigga, but now all forgivin, Chris you my til the ending, an, I wit Dru, I wit Smoke-A-Lot, wit me, so I gives a fuck, Nummy-Num gonna go ahead an his self to death, you wanna chop it up wit me, go through yoself, I ain't to hear nuthin, of throwin away skrillion, nigga, I'd be fuckin. Uh.
*(x2)*
4 *(Too $hort)*
I signed my on the dotted line, know I did it first, an you first, you you get it worse, I the game up, I try to it on, from the Bay, gettin they on, Frisco, to Vallejo, to the Big "O", fuck yeh-yo, thousand units, make a nigga a million dollaz, if you on a grip, I have to at yo later, you can get in a minute, two words, distribution, independent, make an accapella you can hear word, I spit game you never ever heard, you know how you be to pop niggaz, these record be quick to rob niggaz, I say "$hort Dogg", an now pay me, pay these youngstaz, an 'em get crazy.
*(til end)*
*(Too $hort during chorus)*
Fuck around an run up in yo shit. Yeah. That's the new thing baby, we up in record companies writin our own mutha fuckin checks. Sign on the dotted line nigga. What ya really gettin? What's really on? out. Niggaz in the town, bout to unite, we goin nationwide. Oakland style, BITCH! Oh you really thought wasn't gonna happen? Shit. on now