These are the These are the that I tell so well (Tune in to the Channel) are the tales (Learn a biatch) These are the that I tell so well (Short Dog)
I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long, long In 1980 I wrote my rhyme I like to a lot of game But back then, I was sayin' my name
I had a player on my stereo Got down on my knees my radio From Oakland, California some new shit I'm Sir Too Short, I'm to do this
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 pocket's all I ever
It was me, Fred B and Freddy the sermon sticks then we smoked them phat While we rapped about the and all the ho's Can't be in the hole to ball without vogues
In '82 you was in the With a Falcon, or a Mustang Me and Freddy B used to hit the With a bag of tapes in work, biatch
In '83 you hit a house A dolla' get you in and a dolla' fo' a I'm on the turntable get-right And at mid-night I'll be on the mic
I did the same thang, for the next two That's why they say my name, when I come here When I was Sixteen, I to be a mack I went to Fremont High Lil' D and Black
Young ballers in the livin' real phat Never had the sack but I smoked a little Crushed up in the weed, we call 'em bass Caddies Goin' on them grimmies make them call me daddy
are the tales These are the that I tell so well These are the These are the tales that I tell so
It's been fifteen years since that happened But Too don't stop rappin' In '85, I was on the right Ten thousand niggaz, Short live on
Underground tapes was all they ever But the whole crowd sang along with me word for And changed everything Went to Seventy Five Girls and hooked up Dean
Real and that's no joke Snort a lot of coke with 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 Music And I made the "These are the tales, the freaky tales" No radio or video or CD Six platinums in a row, Ice Cube and J Who else did shit? Short Dog from the Bay
These ho's try to play it But I been hard since eighty-eight And eighty-nine to ninety-six I was rappin' on the mic talkin' shit a bitch
I'll retire ten and I'll still be here My old records about a half a mil' a year I say "Bitch get naked" so Spit rhymes decades and centuries
And bitches just love my dirty 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 the trademark I was a grown ass man when you was playin' in the lil' nigga
These are the These are the tales that I so well are the tales These are the tales that I so well
Now I'm in Atlanta I love the O I gave you my bitch but you can't have my I guest appeared on 47 Fuck and fuck Calvin
I get money Erick Sermon when I'm in New York I get respect, they call me Too I swell in ATL, 'cause I'm a player We fuckin' hella ho's at X House in Decatur where it's
You how we ride I got love for all from the EastSide It was me, Ant and Shorty B All we need to do is find my PeeWee
We used to be on Murdel Street makin' songs If you see him tell him Short it's 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 word, say bitch all you want)
are the tales (All you regular ass niggas) These are the tales I tell so well (You finally get to Too Short's bitch, trick)