I'm Sir Too Short, I'm bout to do this In 1981, that's where it all begun We do it for the money, we don't rap for fun Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too Short
We nation wide man, we just gettin' money Basin' A-T-L, we got tapes for sale And if you real G'z, we got CD's House hip hop, booty shake, west coast
be real I don't need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels I roll right up in the hood, I got tapes for sale Bitches running in their house, they can
in it for the long run I won't leave the studio until a song's done And ain't nothing really hard about getting my cash A big phat house with a million
Simpty is for them simp ass niggaz Talkin' lot, 'til I spray dumpin' [Incomprehensible] niggaz Whenever talklin' shit, I straight rip 'em And niggaz know
to do, and what I do in my house, you might not do in your house! So what I do in my house is my business! And the simple fact of it all is that we are
was never done While getting paid, still having fun Being explicit straight from the streets Not forgettin' our roots to an up-tempo beat Taking what they say just for granted For
Yukmouth)* Nigga I got that A-1 Yola or K!! Straight margerin niggas be starvin in the drought puttin fo sale signs on they cars an house Yukmouth
this with the crazy black chicks I was only feigning despair I've come with my sole and know its nae white and it's stained with your cancerous weight but it's nae for sale
my rings got so many carrats And you usually call this rabbit food And the sales is custom made No water involved I pay Good Lord, I remember the days I pray for
Do you do garage music mate? You got any of that urban? (Urban, urban, urban) House, do you do garage? Ga-ga-ga-garage Wot do you call it? Garage? Wot
out there I got my motherfuckin homeboys in the house ("Throwin up the W") My nigga Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10 Back to set the record straight for
go (C'mon) Sing with me (Sing) Sing for the year (Sing) Sing for the laughter Sing for the tear (C'mon) Sing with me just for today Maybe tomorrow the
Good mornin Haha, wake your mother f**kin arses up Yo what is the what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my roof bitch For
's your friend? The heart of the house The heart of that house All hail the Goddess We left the men and we went for a walk in the Gatineaus And talked
Nigga you heard my bars, you know I got a bad mouth Furnished and customized, you know I got a bad house Game over, Afficial in here I live inside of a shape, my house
I do it for the struggle. I do it for the Hustlas' And I do it for the Trappas' Like I do it for the Gangstas' But I don't do it for no Rappas'. I