| Paroles: | Radio personality talking)*
Really hasn't been brought up too clearly.
The Luniz an
Too $hort everything has been squashed.
*(Too $hort talking)*
Yeah we want
everybody to know, that it's, you know, the Oak-Town ain't
about this.
*(Yukmouth
talking)*
The media hypes up things when they're wrong, but doesn't give enough
praise when everything is going good.
*(Too $hort talking)*
We should
juss do a cut, don't even mention no beef or nothing, juss
drop it on
'em.
*(Numskull talking)*
You know it's politics, that made it sound like
that. But it's all
unified you see it's all Jesus.
*(Too
$hort)*
BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!!
*(Too $hort
talking)*
Man what's it all about? Ain't about shit. Nigga call me up talking
about, man it's on. Your niggaz fucking wit my niggaz an it's on. Nigga
what we fronting
for? If it ain't about this money, ain't about this
life an death nigga, shit, what's really
going on?
Verse 1 *(Too $hort)*
Jumped all in a niggaz face front him on tha
spot,
don't cross the game, unless ya wanna get shot,
but who made the rules do you
recall?,
who's the judge when it comes to this street law?,
is it me?,
you?,
or
is it my crew?,
my niggaz get down, yo niggaz do too,
mutha fuckaz try to tell me don't
fuck my life,
cuz ain't nuthin nice,
ya gotta pay the price,
ya know them
dudes,
walkin in them same shoes,
it's brand new to you,
but the game is used,
I
got it from them old niggaz,
they so cool,
now we juss roll through,
all the hoes
know who,
ball in yo town,
don't front, it's too little,
cuz fake ass niggaz get
punked fo your riddles,
so what's it all about,
think about it later,
to all you real
gangstaz,
an all you perpitrators.
Chorus *(Harm)* x2
You've,
got me
funkin,(funkin)
over nuthin man,(funkin man)
why ya wanna funk wit me??
(Speak
on it boy!)
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
Uh.
Sometimes you step in some shit you
can't get out of,
niggaz who talk hella shit,
is who I'm quick to sock the shit out
of,
sniff powder, wit all yo hoes off my door,
got em froze like pocino,
ya spendin
all yo doe,
on the average ass,
stanky ass,
run a gank ass, fuck everybody
fast,
juss an Oakland ass hoe,
now I know why niggaz wanna knock you out like glass
Joe,
all that playa hatin shit, ain't asked fo,
you must got problems wit niggaz makin
they cash flow,
you baffled,
you mutha fuckin youngstaz,
so go wit your old ass
flow,
I gots ta have jaw-jacked hoe,
cuz some of niggaz wonder,
why us playaz do
this,
I'm under,
caught up in some shit I didn't have nuthin to do wit,
the truth
is,
you know my funk is through,
fuckin ride fo a nigga,
if that nigga ain't gonna
do shit,
ya wanna be ass pimp,
gettin yo ass whipped is like an every year event.
BITCH!!
Dig it.
Chorus *(x2)*
Verse 3 *(Numskull)*
I'm
too mutha fuckin much fo myself,
so funkin wit niggaz close to home is sumpthin else,
if
you ain't gonna blow a nigga head off,
then that's the end of it,
concentrate on makin
mill an start spendin,
now this is where my do it for myself begins,
cuz in '97,
I
ain't makin no new mutha fuckin friends,
now I got no enemies,
I hold no
grudges,
from now on I'm overseein my own budget,
(fo real!!)
we all did our dirt
nigga,
but now that's all forgivin,
Chris you my nigga til the ending,
an,
I
started wit Dru,
I started wit Smoke-A-Lot,
hangin wit me, so I gives a
fuck,
Nummy-Num gonna go ahead an drink his self to death,
nigga you wanna chop it up wit
me,
go through death yoself,
I ain't tryin to hear nuthin,
stead of throwin away
skrillion,
nigga,
I'd rather be fuckin.
Uh.
Chorus *(x2)*
Verse
4 *(Too $hort)*
I signed my name on the dotted line,
niggaz know I did it
first,
an when you first,
you know you get it worse,
I suck the game up,
I try
to pass it on,
niggaz from the Bay,
gettin they cash on,
from Frisco,
to
Vallejo,
to the Big "O",
fuck that yeh-yo,
hundred thousand units,
make a nigga
half a million dollaz,
if you sittin on a grip,
I have to holla at yo later,
you can
get rich in a minute,
two words,
distribution,
independent,
make an accapella
you can hear every word,
I spit this game you never ever heard,
you know how you be quick
to pop niggaz,
these record companies be quick to rob niggaz,
I say "$hort Dogg",
an
now they pay me,
don't pay these youngstaz,
an watch 'em get crazy.
Chorus
*(til end)*
*(Too $hort talking during chorus)*
Fuck around an run up in yo
shit. Yeah. That's the new thing goin baby,
we runnin up in record companies writin our own
mutha fuckin checks.
Sign on the dotted line nigga. What ya really gettin? What's really goin
on? Watch out. Niggaz in the town, bout to unite, we goin nationwide.
Oakland style,
BITCH! Oh you really thought that wasn't gonna happen?
Shit. Come on now |
