Don`t Fight the Intro — текст песни (Too $hort)

Say, hoe...yeah! you...
Can I ask you a question?
Can you get in where you fit in, bitch?

Get mad if you want, I won’t front
Cause I got a new tape and it`s full of bumps
So roll you raps over they all out-dated
Too $hort, baby, comin` straight X-rated
Oakland funk is all on this tape
You heard seven get ready for eight
That`s right, bitch,
$hort said eight of them
Don`t belive me?
Start countin` while i name them
Don`t stop rappin`
Girl, that`s your life
Talkin` about smokin` that glass-pipe
Players’ was the wickedest
And that`s the realler
But I still came hard on coke-dealers
Raw, Uncut & X-Rated’, ‘Born to mack’
Life Is...Too $hort’ is where I first went platinum
$hort Dog`s In The House’ came next
And $horty The Pimp’ makes seven, bitch...

And it don`t stop to the beat, baby...
Get in where you fit in, bitch!