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Oakland
Oakland, California
Oakland, California is the city of snakes
Pimps, pussies, players and fakes
Loud mouth bitches who talk too much
Dick teasin' bitches who never fuck
Sucker ass nigga, fake as hell
A man or a bitch? I really can't tell
Some of you niggas, need to quit
Show and tell nigga you ain't shit
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
Bitches 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 bitch 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 weed
Told that nigga '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
Base rocks, base rocks, thats your daddy
You better off smokin' on a powdered cabby
Have a white Christmas everyday
'Cause cocaine cabby is a too short way
That's 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 dick in the back of the car
Rollin' down Skyline Boulavard
I said 'bitch, what are you smoking?'
A big fat dick in the big East Oakland
I see my homie, he needs to quit
Holdin' hands with a bitch who looks like shit
Maybe I'm wrong by what I say
Maybe that nigga is gettin' paid
Maybe that nigga ain't bein' used
Gettin' fucked 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 cocaine get a big nigga 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' weed
You know I'm rappin' the honest truth
Niggas roll up shootin' guns at you
Threatening your life and calling you fake
'Til you take your drugs to another state
And sometimes man it's a pity
'Cause a nigga used to roll in the Oakland city
Niggas who take do you know yourself
You must be the nigga with all the wealth
Maybe one day you can own this town
If everybody fucked and you are down
That's how you see it, I do too
But I break bitches 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 more bitches wantin' me
'Cause I'm the best damn 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 cocaine
Fucking these freaks, indefinitely
I never stop fucking you Oakland freaks
High school bitches, really like
The way Sir Too Short can rock the mic
Oakland, California that's the place
Freak, freak bitch got a lot of ways
She got big fat titties size 38
I'ma fuck that bitch but I can't wait
The young girl makes my body boil
When I fuck that bitch I'ma drill for oil
I'ma put cocaine all over my dick
And tell that bitch 'it's time to lick'
East Oakland that's where I live
The city of the freak, freak, freaky bitch
I spent the night with her, she ain't mine
I fuck that bitch so many times
And that right there I could never fake
I thought my goddamn dick would break
Fucking too much, makes you hurt
But I never stuck a bitch from puttin' in work
All you bitches can suck me dry
Suckin' my dick 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' ass brother
Everytime I talk to you
Watcha wanna know is it still cool?
And everytime what do I state?
'Your still my bitch that's everyday'
All you bitches 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 dope
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 shit
And Tony G, is just a bitch
Why does Tony rap like me?
'Cause he ain't no pass high street
Just sleep to the world on what I do
Grab a mic and 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