Thats right, album number ten, short dawgs in the house
Its gettin close to the end yall
But we gonna kick it like this on the last album
Verse one: too $hort
Now let me holler at ya partner, spit this game
In you ear for a minute, quit complaining
Bout how you cant spend it cause you aint got it
You got what it takes but not enough to get started
I hope you get the message, no its not a test its
Just me ridin legit, they cant arrest me or bust me
Im still hungry, I want some more stuff
Get fat and watch my whole crew blow up
So get yours, and buy my new album
Peep the game and dont be like calvin
Get everything you want, get real, get you mail
Get your girl to make bail and get your ass out of jail
You should be gettin it, everything you want
Everything you dreamed of, never have to front
You shoulf be gettin it, gettin money
Im talking bout you black, dont laugh it aint funny
You should get a good lawyer, like johnny cochran
Swear to tell the truth, hell no I didnt pop him
Get your kids in school, so they can get an education
Get a degree, and take a vacation
You see I got all my game from the streets of california
Young millionaire with no high school diploma
Livin real good, taking care of my folks
Roll up a fat one for the players to smoke
Short dawg in the house, I know you aint trippin
Cause life is too $hort you gotta get in where you fit in
Stop looking for what you never seem to find
It aint what you think you got to read between the lines
Cause life aint long, for a young black man
Tryin to make money doing all he can
Sellin dope dont ya hope he would go to classb
But the boy makes money and he makes it fast
With the twenties on top and the fifties on the bottom
I fuck the top notches oh yes we got em
Its been a long time since I first got down
But I still keep makin these funky sounds
Get your money man
Get yours
Chorus: p-funk
You should be gettin it
Get it while the gettin is good, get it while you can
You should be gettin it
Get it while the gettin is good (repeat as necessary)
Verse two: too $hort
I know you tired of being broke just hanging out
You gotta lot a dreams but you cant get out
The first thing you need to do is set your self some goals
Think positive, everything else is old
And work hard, never stop hustlin
Cause they just love to see the black man strugglin
(so what are you saying todd? )
Its time to come up, put your dollar bills in the air
He said meet me at the white house and I was there
Cause Im one in a million, black man rising
They wanna keep me down but I always surprise em
Spend my money in the hood, I know its all good
And you should do the same I told you peep the game
Too $hort, you know Im the man
I lend my brother a hand cause I know I can
I keep going and goin but Im not the pink bunny
Im not beatin on a drum I never stop thinkin money
Im gettin all I can if you dont ya slip
I cant wait to get to heaven just to have a grip
When I was broke, I couldnt afford a meal
But now Im now rich I cant be fake I gots to keep it real
Its been a long time baby since I first got down
But it still keep making these funky sounds
Chorus
(I earned my respect in the street
The ghettos been good to me
Im never going to turn my back
The true and living so I got to kick the facts)
