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Oakland, California - Too $hort
Oakland

Oakland California

Oakland California is the city of snakes
Pimps pussies players and fakes
Loud mouth b**ches who talk too much
d**k teasin' b**ches who never f**k
Sucka a** ni**a fake as hell
A man or a b**ch I really can't tell
Some of you niggas need to quit
Show and tell ni**a you ain't sh*t
Sayin' I got this and I got that
But when it comes to you I got no rap
Cause what I see is good for me
And what I don't know just let it be
B**ches gamin' workin' extensions
Her hair ain't really but two inches
Bald head girls in the Oakland world
Short Afros and Jheri curls
Nappy head niggas like myself
Get a bald head and say go to hell
But your a snake your a worm
Bald head b**ch you need a perm
Oakland California is the city of liars
Fresh barbed wires with vouge tires
Niggas tellin' stories twenty minutes long
And everything in it was smooth wrong
I said why you wanna tell me I don't wanna know
All I want is stereo rock
Homeboys kick it gettin' keyed
Sold that mark some fake w**d
Told that ni**a here you go
A big fat sack and you know it's premo
A 20-dollar bill went to your hand
You rushed that money to the coke man
To the coke bottle was the next stop
But you broke the bottle and can't smoke rock
Bass rocks bass rocks that's your daddy
You better off smokin' on a powdered cabby
Have a white Christmas everyday
Cause coc*ine cabby is a too short way
Thats too s-h-o-r-t
Smoke more coke than Richard P
Have more money than Michael Jackson
Oakland can I get some action
Hey young tender in the 501's
I love to see when you work your tongue
Suckin' my d**k in the back of the car
Rollin' down skyline boulavard
I said beeeeeeeyach
What are you smoking
A big fat d**k in the big east Oakland
I see my homie he needs to quit
Holdin' hands with a b**ch who looks like sh*t

Maybe I'm wrong by what I say
Maybe that ni**a is gettin' paid
Maybe that ni**a ain't bein' used
Gettin' f**ked without collectin' dues
That's how I work all the time
I'm too short baby got a fresh new rhyme
For Oakland California that's the place
Homies got drugs all in yo face
When the opd cruise down again
Niggas goin' half off dubes and tens
On any corner anywhere
Buy your drugs from a Oakland player
Niggas sell squat callin' it top
Cut coc*ine get a big ni**a rock
Crime went down murder went up
And some of these turfs are tryin to get tuff
Who's the leader of the hour
Anybody livin' if they push power
M-16 357
Sendin' these niggas to hell not heaven
So much death in the Oakland streets
Your nothin' but a target sellin' w**d
You know I'm rappin' the honest truth
Niggas roll up shootin' guns at you
Threatening your life and calling you fake
Till you take your drugs to another state
And sometimes man it's a pity
Cause a ni**a used to roll in the Oakland city
Niggas who take do you know yourself
You must be the ni**a with all the wealth
Maybe one day you can own this town
If everybody f**ked and you are down
That's how you see it I do too
But I break b**ches and you break crews
Oakland California is gettin' tough
Niggas got schemes for coming up
Niggas got ways to make big bank
Hittin' these streets like an army tank
I'm too s-h-o-r-t
Spitin more game than you'll ever speak

I got mo b**ches wantin' me
Cause I'm the best dam rapper from the Oakland streets
I'm the coldest Mc on a microphone
Oakland California won't leave it alone
Cause I'm on this mic rapping that game
Knockin' off tapes like I'm selling coc*ine
F**king these freaks indefinitely
I never stop f**king you Oakland freaks
High school b**ches really like
The way sir too short can rock the mic
Oakland California that's the place
Freak freak b**ch got a lot of ways
She got big fat titties size 38
Imm'a f**k that b**ch but I can't wait
The young girl makes my body boil
When I f**k that b**ch Imm'a drill for oil
Imm'a put coc*ine all over my d**k
And tell that b**ch it's time to lick
East Oakland that's where I live
The city of the freak freak freaky b**ch
I spent the night with her she ain't mine
I f**k that b**ch so many times
And that right there I could never fake
I thought my goddamn d**k would break
F**king too much makes you hurt
But I never stuck a b**ch from puttin' in work
All you b**ches can suck me dry
Suckin' my d**k for the rest of your lives
Ok baby here we are
We're just two young freaks in the back of the car
You are one who's the other
It's sir too short that rappin' a** brotha
Everytime I talk to you
Whatcha wanna know is it still cool
And everytime what do I state
Your still my b**ch that's everyday
All you b**ches cause I'm a hall
And you baby girl my freaky doll
I'm too short baby now I'm smokin'
Another big cabby and I'm in east Oakland
Not the west not the north
It's the eastside baby I'm sir too short
I can spit a rap and I'll create
A sucker Mc everyday
Niggas from Oakland young and old
Runnin' round here keep off that d**e
Singin' my rap at the skating rink
Sucker Mc do you know what I think
You wanna be me so damn bad
You wish that you could make my raps
When I say short you say your name
Tellin' your homies you rappin' game
But I sell tapes and niggas know
You singin' my rap in stereo
Some of you niggas ain't really sh*t
And Tony G is just a b**ch
Why does Tony rap like me
Cause he ain't no pass high

Just sleep to the world on what I do
Grab a mic front you
Tony G you just can't have it
Nothin' but a little light-skinned old faggot
Tryin' to rap on the mic
But too short baby is what they like