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and strong
But Sam, you made the pants too long
You made the teak lapel look so swell
Who am I to say that you're wrong?    
But Sam, you made the pants
You made the coat and vest
Should fit me the best.
You sewed the buttons strong.
But Sam, you made the pants too long.

Far from the Bronx I
the atmosphere have made the earth
Too hot to bear
The Earth might be a desert soon, America has left
The Moon

Uncle Sam's on Mars, Uncle Sam's on Mars, Uncle
nation feared
The rebel!

He had a chick named Rhonda
A college prize
Her hair hung down
Over her eyes
Kinda half Barbra Streisand
And half Joan
father was a Yankee too
And that's going some
For the Yankees, by gum
Oh, say can you see
Anything about my pedigree that's phoney?

I'm a Yankee
Betsy Wright.
She drove the Conch Train all day long
And loved Shrimper Sam all night.
And with some sweet persuasion,
She agreed to join the game:
She'd
the game as long as you can wheelie Schwinn
Turn the corner spinnin', bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up

He got
ragged group believed it.
And some gentlemen and ladies believed it.
And some wise men and some fools, and I believed it too.
And you know who I am.
you come on too strong,
You got to take it slow to make the love last long
But I say the early bird catches the worm,
The late bird gets the girly
by the death
And while my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
I too dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess I'm one of a kind in
It's a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
It's a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
the precinct 
And drop ten with the Glock-10 
I made another cop spin 
Now Uncle Sam really wants me 
But I'ma hit some more spots, then I'm flyin' out
It's a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
Track 4 "270 Somethin'"
Parody of Mark Wills' "19 Somethin'" by Mark Wills
Enjoy

Woo
You know a man does have to eat him somethin'

I love
laugh
You's gettin' too big for your pants
And I's think maybe you should
Cut out while you can
You can use your illusion -
Let it take you where it
the playboy too when I sing my rhymes I'm never
Fake when ya start my beat that's when I break on you and it don't stop
And it don't stop and it won't stop
the day's gone by
Songs are just something to waste your time
So is everything else to do whatever makes you feel fine

God's just a story someone made up
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new
scrubbing of face and ears....all work done by hand.
And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants
To try to make sure that you led a spotless life.
Or speak about it too much, you gon' die by the sword
So think about it, do us an injustice, you know time flies
Life, I can't trust it, so I stay high
and ears...all work done by hand.
And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants
To try to make sure that you led a spotless life.
And for washin'
and blastin'
But season after season they recycle a**a**ins now

He's too advanced for his own good
He didn't get a second chance to see the Glock pointed
I get ignored by friends in high places
The chase is on, I gots ta get paid
I'm special like ed. so you can say I got it made

My flows got it
the wrong way.
And I can tell right now. it's gonna be a long day!
I got to educate you brothas
If the bitch won't give up the play
Fuck her!
Move along