作词 : Baine, Crane, Shaw Funky fresh on the muthafuckin' microphone, bitch And it don't stop to the beat, baby Oakland, California is in the house, bitch I tell you, nobody does it better than Too ShortI got so many raps, I know you can't have more' Cause I grew up on the mic, I spent my whole life Writin' raps, late at night And I never would make no fake LP'sSucker MC's don't make no G'sThey make weak, weak raps and need to quit22 songs and only 3 on hit Frontin' on me like you want some Better sell a million records, go platinum' Cause I wouldn't waste my time on a one-rap rapper You wanna get with me, you gotta climb that ladder But you ain't nothin' but a joke Rappers make money, tell me why are you broke? We get paid like a muthafucka and we get A brand-new house full of brand-new shit A brand-new car in my brand-new driveway I always keep the top down on the highway Too Short, baby, known everywhere Had a life-long dream to be a player Way too cold at a younger age It was everyday, just make that pay12 years later, you're still in the game And you never talk down on a player's name' Cause I'm Too Short, Too ShortToo, Too Short, Too ShortToo Short, Too ShortToo, Too Short, Too ShortYou see, I'm fresh like always with funky beats I say what's up to the brothers on 10th StreetIt's goin' down in the Oakland town Home of the infamous Too Short sound So keep your jealous-ass thoughts in your diary And if you're lookin' for a leader, you can hire me And if your so-called boss don't pay The only thing you need to say Is "I quit, I'm through with you" Pack up your raps and join the Dangerous CrewWe got mo' beats than the average joe And a 24-track studio So forget what you heard and we'll see it's on Oakland, California can't leave me alone' Cause I'm the most rappin', most rhymin' Sold my drop-top but I'm still high-sidin' I'm Too Short, Too ShortToo, Too Short, Too ShortToo Short, Too ShortToo, Too Short, Too ShortNow that I've established my career I wanna help some other brothers out here Hook 'em up and let 'em make some dough Flip Benzes and turn out shows' Cause Oakland got talent, fool MC's in elementary school Not to mention musicians and singers And Shorty B with his magical fingers We get funky like skunk weed Light it up, hit it and get keed This dope fiend beat will get you high If it don't go gold too soon, I'll cryIf the bass ain't deep, somethin's wrong It must not be a real Too short song' Cause the first thing I do when I make my tape Is drop a few kicks from my 808 And when my tapes hit the store, they sell so quick You can tell by my big fat royalty check It's just a dangerous thing when I'm on the mic And the local police don't even like The way we hit your town, it's so funny It's all about makin' big money So before I go, you should remember this Muthafuck you, damn shit head bitch Cause I'm Too Short, Too ShortToo, Too Short, Too ShortToo Short, Too ShortToo, Too Short, Too ShortToo Short, Too ShortToo, Too Short, Too ShortToo Short, Too ShortToo, Too Short, Too Short