Текст (слова) песни: Too Short - Short Dogs in The House

"moving up!" "east oakland, yeah thats right" (repeat 4x)

Oakland, california, west coast life

You either play the game or you smoke the pipe

I became a rapper at the age 14

No gold ropes, no diamond rings

But look at me now, 10 years later

Ask any mc if I rap greater

See Im known in fresno, even the big o

>from san diego to sacramento

Theyll tell you yes, wherever you go

And I bet my life wont one say no

Aint nothing like a too $hort fan

I aint tripping, you can play it again

Dont fight the feeling, life is me

I rock shows in nashville, tennessee

It wasnt "hee haw," so dont laugh

At the good ol boys getting autographs

In cinncinatti, I know you heard

I got fined for the "cusswords"

Its true, baby, so so unique

Might slap your man, or just thump your freak

I come to your town, Im not under

I want your name and your telephone number

You think Im faking, but Ill call

We only got one night to do it all

I know baby its such a pity

Tomorrow night, we hit another city

Cold macking in the game is all we do

Me and the boys called "the dangerous crew"

I used to be local til I signed with jive

Too $hort then went nationwide

I went to georgia with the too $hort sound

I went down like bobby brown

I said a rap and they took me to jail

Pulled out my bank, and made bail

This is my story, it could not wait

It all started out in the golden state

California, where I was born and raised

I used to play the drum in my younger days

I just hit that beat any way I can

Smooth high-stepping in the marching band

I turned in my drum and I started to rap

Now beats I make, make my bank so fat

Its too $hort, on the mic tonight

Pennsylvania, can you see the light?

>from chicago, to indiana

>from mississippi, to alabama

Louisiana, even texas

Females, call me sexist

But dont they love it, you know me

Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me

Like engine, engine, number 9

Homies run a train, standing in line

If that train jumps off the track

Then my brother you will catch the clap

>from colorado, to arizona

All the way back home to california

In chatanooga, they know the tip

Short dog in the house, Im that flip

Getting clip, or playing pool

I cant help it Im so damn cool

Call me "dog" or leave me alone

Im riding in a caddilac fleetwood chrome

With too clean, behind the wheel

Im riding shotgun, rapping for real

Total boss in the back, give me superside

They like to roll em fat cause you know we ride

To the beat yall, and it dont stop

It goes on cause I dont stop rapping

Now you know, nothing but the dog in me

You make love to me and I still act stingy

Oh should I pay you? you must be tripping

I didnt buy you and I sure aint renting

I said "i love you" cause you gave me head

I didnt love you when we got out the bed

If I could love you, you know I would

But what you giving, aint all that good

A little southern hospitality

Youd better try to get away from me

I love money, and I just cant fake it

I go to magic city and the girls dance naked

Im somewhat of a hero by the way I rap

But Im living like an oaktown mack

Im in the house yall, Im like ? peeser? yall

Rat heads get nothing but cheese, yall

Or get slapped, put up your dukes

I kick you in your ass with my nike boots

Some rappers try to be just like too $hort

Can hang with the dog, youd better stay on the porch

In minnesota, virginia beach

Wisconson, I got freaks

Atlanta, little rock

Louisville, it dont stop

Kansas city, missouri

I rock the house in east st. louis

Detroit, its like oakland

Its a black thing, and Im a black man

To all my brothers in the u.s.a.

Too $hort baby dont even play

Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat

I cross the bridge and hit 3rd street

Years ago, I rocked that joint

I say whats up to my homies from hunters point

We go a long way back, its always been like that

In the days that short dog was so young at the rap

Im in the house!

"moving up!" "east oakland, yeah thats right" (repeat 4x)

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"east oakland, yeah thats right" (repeat 4x) Oakland, california, west coast life You either play the game or you smoke the pipe I became a rapper at the age 14 No gold ropes, no diamond rings But look at me now, 10 years later Ask any mc if I rap greater See Im known in fresno, even the big o >from san diego to sacramento Theyll tell you yes, wherever you go And I bet my life wont one say no Aint nothing like a too $hort fan I aint tripping, you can play it again Dont fight the feeling, life is me I rock shows in nashville, tennessee It wasnt "hee haw," so dont laugh At the good ol boys getting autographs In cinncinatti, I know you heard I got fined for the "cusswords" Its true, baby, so so unique Might slap your man, or just thump your freak I come to your town, Im not under I want your name and your telephone number You think Im faking, but Ill call We only got one night to do it all I know baby its such a pity Tomorrow night, we hit another city Cold macking in the game is all we do Me and the boys called "the dangerous crew" I used to be local til I signed with jive Too $hort then went nationwide I went to georgia with the too $hort sound I went down like bobby brown I said a rap and they took me to jail Pulled out my bank, and made bail This is my story, it could not wait It all started out in the golden state California, where I was born and raised I used to play the drum in my younger days I just hit that beat any way I can Smooth high-stepping in the marching band I turned in my drum and I started to rap Now beats I make, make my bank so fat Its too $hort, on the mic tonight Pennsylvania, can you see the light? >from chicago, to indiana >from mississippi, to alabama Louisiana, even texas Females, call me sexist But dont they love it, you know me Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me Like engine, engine, number 9 Homies run a train, standing in line If that train jumps off the track Then my brother you will catch the clap >from colorado, to arizona All the way back home to california In chatanooga, they know the tip Short dog in the house, Im that flip Getting clip, or playing pool I cant help it Im so damn cool Call me "dog" or leave me alone Im riding in a caddilac fleetwood chrome With too clean, behind the wheel Im riding shotgun, rapping for real Total boss in the back, give me superside They like to roll em fat cause you know we ride To the beat yall, and it dont stop It goes on cause I dont stop rapping Now you know, nothing but the dog in me You make love to me and I still act stingy Oh should I pay you? you must be tripping I didnt buy you and I sure aint renting I said "i love you" cause you gave me head I didnt love you when we got out the bed If I could love you, you know I would But what you giving, aint all that good A little southern hospitality Youd better try to get away from me I love money, and I just cant fake it I go to magic city and the girls dance naked Im somewhat of a hero by the way I rap But Im living like an oaktown mack Im in the house yall, Im like ? peeser? yall Rat heads get nothing but cheese, yall Or get slapped, put up your dukes I kick you in your ass with my nike boots Some rappers try to be just like too $hort Can hang with the dog, youd better stay on the porch In minnesota, virginia beach Wisconson, I got freaks Atlanta, little rock Louisville, it dont stop Kansas city, missouri I rock the house in east st. louis Detroit, its like oakland Its a black thing, and Im a black man To all my brothers in the u.s.a. Too $hort baby dont even play Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat I cross the bridge and hit 3rd street Years ago, I rocked that joint I say whats up to my homies from hunters point We go a long way back, its always been like that In the days that short dog was so young at the rap Im in the house! "moving up!" "east oakland, yeah thats right" (repeat 4x) Нравится песня? 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