Letras
[Too $hort]
$hort Dog's in the house...
Hey Seag what you mean when you talk about gangstas?
[Seagram]
When I'm talking about gangstas
I ain't talking about gang bangers
Small time corner hangers I'm talking about bird slangers
Not them fake ass shoot em up type
But the type that shoot you ass when the time's right
So would you tell me what's your mack like
What's your stack like
Slanging crack on a track making stacks to the day light
Niggas keep it ceased, my pockets increases
I can't be faded, not even with some bleach
Most of you niggas ain't gangstas, you kicking drama
But that drama will cause your ass drama
In my H-O-O-D, that big S to the N to the V
On the late night ride, straight on the mission
On highway 5 with a trunk full of chickens
Gangsta living is a sport
But playing these hoes is for the pros
Like my boy Too $hort
[Too $hort]
Big Baby pass the mic so I can dog these freaks
Two rapping mothafuckas from East Oakland streets...
On that ass, so what you gonna do with that?
Some bitch lost a nigga when they peeled his cap
When they was getting at his ass, hollered 'Let that go!'
But Oakland, California don't protect no hoe
Cause they'll write you off like taxes
Everywhere you go you get your ass kicked
Niggas don't appreciate you coming with a phony
Kinda like The Mack when he smoked Pretty Tony
And that's straight pimp game from the O
My name is $hort Dog, you wanna know...
Some? Nothing but gangstas and playas out here
Can't be a fake nigga staying out here
Bitches learn early to respect this game
So they never talk down on a player's name
Bitch... Bitch... Bitch...
Gangstas... Gangstas... Gangstas... Players... Players... Players
Gangstas... Gangstas... Gangstas... Players... Players... Players
Gangstas... Gangstas... Gangstas... Players... Players... Players