These are the are the tales that I tell so well (Tune in to the Channel) These are the (Learn a biatch) These are the tales that I tell so (Short Dog)
I'm thinkin' way back, it's a long, long time In I wrote my first rhyme I to spit a lot of game But back then, I was sayin' my name
I had a record on my stereo Got down on my knees with my From Oakland, California with some new I'm Sir Too Short, I'm to do this
In 1981, that's it all begun We do it for the money, we rap for fun dolla's fo' a tape, Too Short and Freddy B Money in my pocket's all I need
It was me, Fred B and Brack Dipped the sermon sticks then we smoked phat we rapped about the bitches and all the ho's Can't be in the hole to ball without vogues
In '82 you was in the a Falcon, Cougar or a Mustang Me and Freddy B used to hit the With a bag of tapes puttin' in work,
In '83 you hit a house A dolla' get you in and a fo' a drink I'm on the smokin' get-right And at mid-night be rappin' on the mic
I did the thang, for the next two years That's why they say my name, when I come here When I was Sixteen, I want'd to be a I to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black
Young in the town livin' real phat had the sack but I smoked a little crack Crushed up in the weed, we call 'em bass Caddies Goin' on them grimmies make ho's call me daddy
These are the are the tales that I tell so well These are the are the tales 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 thousand niggaz, Short on stage
Underground tapes was all ever heard But the whole crowd along with me word for word And changed everything Went to Seventy Five Girls and hooked up with
Real player-ism and no joke Snort a lot of coke ho's that like to smoke I was makin' records but wasn't money You can it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous And I made the song "These are the tales, the tales" No radio or or CD sales Six platinums in a row, Ice and Cool J Who else did that shit? Short Dog the Bay
These try to play it safe But I been mackin' hard eighty-eight And from to ninety-six I was rappin' on the mic talkin' about a bitch
I'll retire ten times and I'll be here My old records sell about a a mil' a year I say "Bitch get naked" so rhymes through decades and centuries
And just love 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 wont sue you, but that's the I was a ass man when you was playin' in the park lil' nigga
are the tales These are the that I tell so well are the tales These are the tales that I tell so
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 McDonald and Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon I'm in New York I get respect, call me Too Short I swell in ATL, 'cause I'm a player We hella ho's at X House in Decatur where it's greater
You how we ride I got love for all niggaz from the It was me, Ant Banks and B All we need to do is find my nigga
We to be on Murdel Street makin' funky songs If you see him tell him Short said back on Let's get this money, down South East coast, West ride out, biatch
are the tales (That's my to rap) These are the tales that I tell so (You can have that word, say all you want)
These are the (All you fake ass niggas) are the tales that I tell so well (You finally get to Too Short's bitch, trick)