Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, right up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, Oakland, yeah, that's right
Oakland, California, West Coast You either play the game or you smoke the I became a at the age fourteen No ropes, no diamond rings
But look at me now, ten years Ask any MC if I rap See I'm known in Fresno, the big O San Diego to Sacramento
They'll you yes, wherever you go And I bet my won't one say no Ain't like a Too $hort fan I ain't tripping, you can play it
fight 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 you heard I got fined for the words It's true, baby, so so Might your man or just thump your freak
I come to town, I'm not under I want your 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 a pity Tomorrow night, we hit another Cold macking in the is all we do Me and the boys "The Dangerous Crew"
I used to be local till I signed Jive Too then went nationwide I went to Georgia with the Too sound I went down like Brown
I said a rap and they me to jail Pulled out my and made bail is my story, it could not wait It all out in the Golden State
California, where I was and raised I used to the drum in my younger days I just hit that any way I can Smooth high-stepping in the marching
I turned in my drum and I to rap Now beats I make, make my so fat It's Too $hort, on the mic Pennsylvania, can you see the
From Chicago, to From Mississippi, to Louisiana, Texas Females, me sexist
But don't love it, you know me nasty in a room trying to blow me Like engine, engine, number Homies run a train, in line
If that train off the track Then my brother you will catch the Colorado, to Arizona All the way home to California
In Chattanooga, know the tip Short Dog in the house, I'm flip Getting clip, or playing I help it I'm so damn cool
Call me 'Dog' or leave me I'm riding in a Fleetwood Chrome With Too Clean, the wheel I'm shotgun, rapping for real
Total in the back, give me supersede They to roll 'em fat cause you know we ride To the y'all, and it don't stop It goes on I don't stop rapping
Now you know, but the Dog in me You make love to me and I act stingy Oh should I pay You must be tripping I didn't buy you and I sure ain't
I said "I love you" 'cause you me head I didn't love you we got out the bed If I could love you, you know I But you giving, ain't all that good
A little southern better try to get away from me I love money, and I can't fake it I go to Magic and the girls dance naked
I'm of a hero by the way I rap But I'm living an Oak town mack I'm in the y'all, I'm like peeser, y'all 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 just like Too Can hang with the Dog, you'd stay on the porch
In Minnesota, Beach Wisconsin, I got Atlanta, Little Louisville, it stop
Kansas City, I rock the in East St. Louis Detroit, it's like a black thing, and I'm a black man
To all my in the U.S.A. Too $hort baby don't even Woofers in the trunk, blasting the I cross the and hit third street
Years ago, I that joint I say what's up to my homies from Point We go a long way back, it's been like that In the days Short Dog was so young at the rap I'm in the
Moving up, Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, right