Lyrics:
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
ha)
No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into
Sex on the Internet
So you want the chatroom or
The house in Malibu?
Em, your emphasis is
you niggas is clowns
Niggas turning it up, well, shit, I'm tearing it down
Hard to believe in God when there ain't no mirrors around
What's up?
bastard, plastered
I'm gone off weed and acid, magic
My mind is doing backflips, gymnastics
All my albums classic
All these fake rappers they stay
when we laid at you and Paige's crib
Was there so long I coulda paid rent
Remember when we couldn't get shit?
Best thing bout being broke is you don't
when we laid at you at pay's crib
Was there so long I coulda paid rent
Remember when we couldn't get shit?
Best thing bout being broke is you don't
years older and my game is harder
I'm not tryin' to say you're out there dissin'
I'm just tryin' to say lil nigga listen
Before you grab the mic
you and your tired-ass bow down to my ass
I shit on a kid want to vic wanted KITT
What's Slick Rick, this one is dead
Life's finished, this rapper
Can we move cause there's shouting
The fuck if it's you that's a Honda
To fucking zoom out of Mazda
Golf Wang is bad for you like the food from
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie
Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
there ain't no pretendin'?
Get in the trunk, buy the album, here I'm endin'.
This is how I'm comin'.
How ya comin', baby?
to jump
There's no walls that you have to climb
This is real, this is elementary dear
Elementary, Watson, Elementary
ahhhhh
I ain't no pictue on your
moments there and
That's all caught on the album. yeah, the production that chris
Tsangarides has done is right in your face. that's the best description
and girls...all the people out there that bought that, I mean puuhh, got it to number seven. And
also it was one of the favourites of you guys the fans, when we
or no rabbit from my hat
Never a magician if I ever tricked 'em
"Oh shit!" Another Gas Face victim
There it is, yo fellas man
Why don't you step
to kill, don't ask, "How come?" (Boom, boom, boom)
Don't ask no names, just pray that you not one
I ain't playin' with these niggas but they still is my
(this right here)
You know what it is, homie (this right here)
You know what it is-
Logic be wildin', T-Man right there he gon' style and you know
What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough
If you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not
motherfuckers invented
Is the craziest nigga that ever been invented
Most know, don't front on Ol' Dity Bastard
I call on Jesus
There's no obstacles that you
do
Ok you want me to do the intro alright
Parental discretion is advised for the moment
While I'm getting candid now understand it
Ain't too
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
a chart, straight up and down, man, there ain't no other
Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover
Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I get
Uh-oh, uh-oh
You know how we do it
Weezy and Petey, baby
Ya'know
This here is 500 Degreez
Holla at 'em, dawg
'Cause I know I ain't dreamin'
If racism ain't a color then it's damn sure in the class
Got the races on each other, you got niggas then there's blacks
You got crackers then
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