Yeah, we real on this album y'all You know I'm hearin' all these out here 'bout They ran Dogg up outta East Oakland Nigga moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo' in the town I got much love in Oakland You know what I'm sayin' I been doin this fo' years So I'm a it to you juss like it happened, bitch
I don't stop rappin', ever the very first day I grabbed the microphone, made a funky ass I had hoes, suckin' ten toes from the "O", an' any real pimp knows The love hoes get is what they paid fo' Gimme my scratch, what the fuck I'm a stay I gotta make moves bitch, stack G's From the whole to my fax machine
I got money comin' in from From New York to L.A., to the mutha Bay, it's true I'm the man G, I'm underground 106 ban me All on the air sayin' don't fuck wit me no mo' I go back wit rap K-P-O-O the very first time I grabbed the mic Niggaz smokin' burner, to fight I don't promote violence, I'm from Oakland the real kick it
You might get killed nigga or a mill ticket Move South 'cuz the town is wild Now the radio jocks clown my style I raised too many you support Ask 'em who they up on, Too $hort Fuck all that black ball shit, it won't K M E L, y'all can my ass
That's why the got rid 'o $hort That's why the town got rid 'o
It all started back C and H to T, B, tryin' to playa hate I a brand new Lexus, 93 Joda Balls called me up, said, "Ya to me" He said, "I heard you an' Ryan got the cash an' it If I don't get my cut, you fuckaz gonna get it" It was thirteen G's, all mine, give Teddy Gram one dime Now real close 'cuz it might be hard to follow
Chris told Ted it was fifty dollaz Shit petty an' it is But how it goes when you in show biz Niggaz fallin' out, should be makin' Instead of studios, we lawyers in buildings Then we stop speakin', shit got I don't give a fuck, muthafucka get my I ain't never a hoe, you can't pimp me
I do all the work while you me I tried to buy him out but right then let the lions out, niggaz start eatin' that shit up You shoulda never I'm always on money makin' mission Sold a car an' a truck in Oakland fo' Lex loaned me five an' I was rollin' that bitch
That's why the town got rid 'o (Don't everythang you hear, nigga) That's why the town got rid 'o
I went to the freak-nik, shit me out Came back fo' Jack the Bought me a house, that was August '93, to dip I hade warrants in the an' I was hot as shit Everytime I got stopped, nigga went to Treat me bad 'cuz I was hangin' wit I wanted to buy me a in the Oakland Hills Nice lil' somethin' fo' a a mill
That's was around the time Chris hooked Dru down The came through an' them tricks got clowned Ron tore 'em up on the freestyle tip An' ain't ran nobody outta shit Then they put it on the town, shit got When you was in the fourth I had a record deal You got one hit record now you You make one fake album, you'll be
An' that shit apply to me present or past You can meet me at the mall an' get my Or you can back, if you can do all that Me Fred Benz an' Craps Smokin' upstairs in hot lips house It's been years an' I ain't played out They playin' Too $hort steppin' on a pedal in the days K M E L played heavy metal
That's why the got rid 'o $hort That's why the got rid 'o $hort
Niggaz shootin' at the studio at night Seen a Charokee, shootin' at Spice At the E-40 out in the park Niggaz 'round fo' some shit to start had bullets wit my name but we never got to me See me sucka mutha fucka at the street It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a full One in the an' it blockin' T.B. Still tryin' to be my I could lose my or give my money to him I'd die before you use me I tried to buy him out, the sued me
An' where it stands right now y'all Fo' the fuckaz that don't know Like the notorious say, "If you know, now you know"