Sunshine, tops You call 'em rags, we call 'em You ride walls, we ride vogues You got a girlfriend, we hoes You say I'm fake, I say you're I'm just a mack $hort from oakland Just like a tag team tip With a nasty bitch, then the homie Bitch, ain't getting nothing but a lesson If your pimping ain't strong, not my fault Hoes start choosing, wouldn't give 'em a I pull out my old white too tape I'm playing "dope fiend beat" and the still hits Trying to stick my all in them lips She said "no, I did it before" Well you ain't the bitch I'm for Cause she's rich and and chocolate hesitate to lick my dick All my parters say "$hort up? " See me with a bitch a big-ass butt I answer, I start laughing going on but the oaktown macking Laying it right, all damn getting sprung like they smoking the pipe El dorado, Nothing but freaks with bodies I love to roll my benz I'm nothing but a like all my friends So when you me fake, be for real The me short dog cause I'm hard as hell Hope your name ain't linelle I screwed her last in a cheap motel Like I my crew, when the toss up's chill Humping a chevy rolling down foothill Get off the pipe fool, stop Be like dog and start macking
T o s-h-o-r-t I go solo, can't fuck with me I'll just kick counting my bank No smoking, just potent dank Funky fresh on the you spin that wax, it's not the same ol' song Round and round it goes, where it stops no one You see me at the clubs all the hoes I don't vodka, I do drink gin I like to get a blowjob from your I'm macking, baby, you know that's right I'm the oaktown, straight eastside I got all my game east oakland streets Now you damn shit-haired freaks I go on and on as I sing my If you're tender and young, I fuck you all night I'm not a no-good punk, I didn't make you I didn't tell the whole world your pussy I cut you in my rap, I could've macked your mother But is too $hort so I kept it undercover I'm so damn hard, on the Hoes ain't tripping on me, they wanna my car Freak nasty don't trip, to me it shit You can suck my with some fat hoe lips in a caddy with the top let down California sunshine, the town On the boulevard, drop my top If feeling hot, don't even stop it feels so good, I'm oh so sprung They way you work that tongue, it makes me cum I told all my homies, all The way I big nuts, in your mouth On the boulevard, we're oh so real Not skyline, I'm talking about And it ended, you know what happened I'm so hard I can't stop macking
I know I gotta stop sooner, but I'll stop call me short dog, I'm nothing but a player I know she's thinking, "i'm falling in love" But another freak I'm thinking of She's got long long hair, she's not like you do whatever I say, she'll even be my hoe Cause I don't get married, I'd rather freak mary Make love and I do mean very I go, it's the same old case Same thing all over the place (nothing but bitches) tight-ass jeans to in I used to ride the strip to catch the hoes They choosing, nope not these hoes They wanted big vettes, riding brand new vouges So I said before, I ain't tripping Told myself it's to stop bullshitting Did the gangster walk, did it like Walked up to a and I called her a bitch I "my name is $hort, I don't play games I only young bitches, now what's your name? " She "i wouldn't tell you in all my life You're just a thug, you're not my type" I "i'm sir too $hort, couldn't be no punk" East oaktown is I'm from You see wherever I go, it's the old case Same damn all over the place (nothing but bitches) mad I told the truth I'm calling you one and you can me, too Call me too $hort, me "too thin" But you wouldn't get a out of this pimp So give it up baby and I'll run right through ya just maybe I'll come back to ya Like too clean, I'm cadillac I hit the strip, around, and come right back See I'm a big mack, and bitch in sight "is that short dog sitting at a red light? "