[Too $hort]
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Way too real, Short Dog is just way too real
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It's the T Double, some call me $hort
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I'm in the house once again from the East to the North
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You know the west is the best coast
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We got the best beats, we bump the best hoes
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Living life way too fast
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Start snitching and you might not last
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It used to be about old pimps and macks
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But now we got the young bucks trying to jack
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It's a stick up, put your hands up before you get bucked
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Got you for your watch, your link, and your green stuff
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Everybody wants to be the man
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And when you are, you go straight to the pen
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Get rich quick schemes off dope fiends
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I know you know what I mean
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Making big money, living stoned to the bone
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Oakland, California is where we roam
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Hitting this corner, that corner, everywhere
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Bumping fly young tenders with the real big hair
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Sassy nasty, young-ass freaks
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Wanna ride in my car and feel the beat
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We hit the motel, the head was swell
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Baby had back like a big ol' whale
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She told all her friends I did her, too
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She got dogged like Scooby Doo
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Cause in the land of macks we don't play that
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You wanna run your mouth, you get pimp-slapped
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And you ask me just how I feel
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Short Dog's living way too real
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I'm living way too real, bitch
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Short Dog in the house
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Can't help but live real, you know what I mean?
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Tell you some shit, though
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Been in the game for about 10 years or more
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Talking about shit you never did before
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You know my macking is cracking, all of the time
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24-7 spitting playboy rhymes
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I got a serious grind and it sure ain't fake
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You slang D, well I'm a slang a gang of tapes
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Something funky fresh for you to ride to, fool
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Bending corners in the old school
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I seen my homie Father Dom and he said "What's up?"
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Riding in a Supersport drunk as fuck
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And when you see us, the clique is called "The Dangerous Crew"
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We wouldn't change it for you, cause the game is true
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Some say that the Dog can't rap
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But my bank account will prove that
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I make G's, so you can see these nuts, hoe
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Or get played like dominoes
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I used to fuck a bitch from San Jose
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Baby liked to freak all kind of ways
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She said I was the best, couldn't settle for less
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Had my name "Short Dog" tattooed on her chest
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After three months I called it quits
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She tried to pop that pregnant shit
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But like a mack, I suprised her
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Dropped her ass off at Kaiser
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Never would I let her put a baby on me
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I ain't the one, I'm Step Daddy
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I had to let her know just how I feel
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I'm living way too real
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"Don't ever fuck with Too $hort" (scratched 4x)
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>From city to city, valley to valley
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Never seen another state on hit like Cali-
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Fornia, where the hustlers play
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What you wouldn't expect happens everyday
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It's the Wild Wild West I'm speaking about
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Where Clint Eastwood would get socked in the mouth
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Cause ain't nobody tripping on ranks or stripes
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If you live the life, you gotta pay the price
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So many youngsters die over punk shit
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Small talk, a lotta dumb shit
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And only God knows when you punch the clock
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Thought he was bulletproof and got shot
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It's either heaven or hell, him or me
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Locked in a cell or out on the street
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Every day on the ave another brother is killed
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For living way too real
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[Father Dom]
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Well I'm chilling and I'm willing like a villian I be killing
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Coke is it but tonight I got the feeling
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Cause it's about time for a real mack to step up
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Pimping ain't a thing so I swing on these heifers
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Never ever feeling no remorse, of couse
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If you try to play me out, I'm a punch you in your mouth
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And Rin Tin I'll watch his chin just splatter
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Caught him with an uppercut, there goes his bladder
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My rhymes are fatter cause I said so
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I'm gonna recollect a neck, mic wreck check a hoe
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I'm making more dough than the average Joe Schmoe
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If she's fronting on the pussy then the hoe got to go
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Out the back door, don't want to see you no more
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You ain't Deep Throat, so what you come here for?
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Cause in the nine-tre ain't no lagging or dragging
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Bring your ass over, get prepared for the stabbing
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Ain't no doubt that's how I fee |