Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, right Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, right up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's
Oakland, California, Coast life You either play the game or you the pipe I became a at the age fourteen No gold ropes, no rings
But at me now, ten years later Ask any MC if I rap See I'm known in Fresno, the big O From San to Sacramento
tell you yes, wherever you go And I bet my life one say no Ain't nothing like a Too fan I ain't tripping, you can play it
Don't the feeling, life is me I shows in Nashville, Tennessee It "Hee Haw," so don't laugh At the good ol' boys getting
In Cincinnati, I know you I got for the cuss words It's true, baby, so so slap your man or just thump your freak
I come to your town, I'm not I want name and your telephone number You think I'm faking, but I'll We only got one to do it all
I know baby it's such a Tomorrow night, we hit city Cold in the game is all we do Me and the boys "The Dangerous Crew"
I used to be local till I signed with Too $hort went nationwide I went to Georgia the Too $hort sound I went down like Brown
I a rap and they took me to jail out my bank and made bail This is my story, it could not It all out in the Golden State
California, where I was born and I used to the drum in my younger days I hit that beat any way I can high-stepping in the marching band
I turned in my drum and I to rap Now beats I make, my bank so fat It's Too $hort, on the mic Pennsylvania, can you see the
From Chicago, to Mississippi, to Alabama Louisiana, Texas Females, call me
But don't they love it, you me nasty in a room trying to blow me Like engine, engine, nine run a train, standing in line
If train jumps off the track Then my brother you will catch the From Colorado, to All the way home to California
In Chattanooga, know the tip Dog in the house, I'm that flip Getting clip, or pool I can't it I'm so damn cool
Call me 'Dog' or me alone I'm riding in a Cadillac Chrome With Too Clean, the wheel I'm riding shotgun, for real
Total boss in the back, give me like to roll 'em fat cause you know we ride To the beat y'all, and it don't It goes on cause I don't stop
Now you know, but the Dog in me You make love to me and I act stingy Oh should I pay you? You must be I didn't buy you and I ain't renting
I said "I love you" you gave me head I didn't love you we got out the bed If I could you, you know I would But you giving, ain't all that good
A little southern You'd try to get away from me I love money, and I just can't it I go to City and the girls dance naked
I'm somewhat of a by the way I rap But I'm living like an Oak mack I'm in the house y'all, I'm like peeser, Rat heads get nothing but cheese,
Or get slapped, put up dukes I kick you in your ass with my boots Some rappers try to be like Too $hort Can hang the Dog, you'd better stay on the porch
In Minnesota, Virginia Wisconsin, I got Atlanta, Rock Louisville, it stop
City, Missouri I the house in East St. Louis Detroit, it's like It's a thing, and I'm a black man
To all my in the U.S.A. Too $hort baby don't play Woofers in the trunk, blasting the I cross the bridge and hit third
Years ago, I rocked joint I say what's up to my homies Hunter's Point We go a long way back, always been like that In the days that Dog was so young at the rap I'm in the
Moving up, Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, right Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, right