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