These are the These are the tales I tell so well (Tune in to the Channel) are the tales (Learn a biatch) These are the tales I tell so well (Short Dog)
I'm thinkin' way back, it's a long, long time In 1980 I wrote my rhyme I like to spit a lot of But back then, I was just my name
I had a record on my stereo Got down on my knees my radio Oakland, California with some new shit I'm Sir Too Short, I'm bout to do
In 1981, that's where it all We do it for the money, we rap for fun Five fo' a tape, Too Short and Freddy B Money in my all I ever need
It was me, Fred B and Freddy Dipped the sermon then we smoked them phat While we rapped about the and all the ho's be in the hole tryin' to ball without vogues
In '82 you was in the With a Falcon, Cougar or a Me and Freddy B to hit the turfs With a bag of tapes in work, biatch
In '83 you hit a party A dolla' get you in and a fo' a drink I'm on the turntable get-right And at I'll be rappin' on the mic
I did the same thang, for the two years That's why they say my name, when I through here When I was Sixteen, I to be a mack I went to High with Lil' D and Black
Young ballers in the town livin' phat Never had the but I smoked a little crack Crushed up in the weed, we call 'em bass rock Goin' on them make them ho's call me daddy
These are the These are the that I tell so well These are the These are the that I tell so well
It's been years since that shit happened But Too don't stop rappin' In '85, I was on the right Ten niggaz, Short live on stage
tapes was all they ever heard But the whole sang along with me word for word And changed everything Went to Seventy Five and hooked up with Dean
Real and that's no joke Snort a lot of coke with ho's that like to I was makin' records but wasn't makin' You can take it seriously or you can it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous And I the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales" No radio or or CD sales Six platinums in a row, Ice Cube and J Who else did that shit? Dog from the Bay
ho's try to play it safe But I been hard since eighty-eight And from eighty-nine to I was rappin' on the mic shit about a bitch
retire ten times and I'll still be here My old records sell a half a mil' a year I say "Bitch get naked" so rhymes through decades and centuries
And bitches just my dirty mouth When I see you again cuss you out, biatch! That's my gift, now all you get to say that shit I sue you, but that's the trademark I was a grown ass man when you was playin' in the park lil'
are the tales These are the tales that I so well These are the These are the that I tell so well
Now I'm in I still love the O I gave you my but you can't have my flow I guest appeared on 47 Fuck and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New I get respect, call me Too Short I live in ATL, 'cause I'm a player We fuckin' hella ho's at X House in where it's greater
You how we ride I got for all niggaz from the EastSide It was me, Ant and Shorty B All we to do is find my nigga PeeWee
We used to be on Murdel Street makin' funky If you see him tell him said it's back on Let's get this money, midwest down coast, West coast ride out, biatch
These are the (That's my to rap) These are the tales that I so well (You can have word, say bitch all you want)
are the tales (All you fake ass niggas) These are the tales that I so well (You finally get to have Too bitch, trick)