In The Oaktown Lyrics - Short Dog's In The House - Too $hort

You hear me talkin', you know I'm from the O A K 

I tell it like it is and that's the only way 

I'm the M, the A, the C, the K 

I write my rhymes everyday 

Now, all you one-rap rappers, what are you doin'? 

I got so many raps, so just go right through 'em 

My name is Short but I rap long rhymes 

Hand me your mic, I do it all the time 

Now, could you be like me? I hate to say it 

It's like comparin' Mickey D's and Quick Ways 

You only got 3 stores, I got the whole wide world 

I get beeps everyday from your favorite girl 

But I'm such a dog, I never call the freak 

Hit it once and she was just too weak 

At my house I keep finer things, the candy paints 

Got her sprung on my diamond rings 

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She could live like a queen if she was Miss Too Short 

Have two babies, get child support 

But at this point she gets nothin' from me 

I ain't fakin' it freak, I'm just makin' the beat 

So don't dance, ride the strip 

All day long playin' Too Short hits 

Pop in the tape and start ridin', silly young freak 

Who started sidin' in the Oaktown 

Oaktown, Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown 

In the Oaktown, Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown 

Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown 

Oak-Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown 

See I'm a true MC, I'm not a MC fool 

I'm just rich and famous and way too cool 

I get paid to rhyme and I do mean G's 

You don't like my raps, don't buy 'em please 

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I give you no refund 'cause my bass is phat 

Make it hit so hard, just like a punch in the back 

It's that dope fiend beat, got my rap on your plate 

Tryin' to bite my style and make a demo tape 

Now, could you be like me or someone else? 

Bass hittin' hard like the Freaky Tales 

Oaktown style, it goes just like this 

If you never heard me rap, don't trip 

'Cause I hit the scene with my homie Too Clean 

We slap hands like a tag team 

Some people say, they don't like Cali raps 

People like that must be smokin' that crack 

I rhyme good, it's been 10 long years 

Gettin' sick of all that stuff I always hear 

"Too Short can't rap, he's from the West Coast" 

Between me and you, partner I sell the most 

So let's take it to the stage and don't get scared 

'Cause me and Too Clean, we come well prepared 

They call me Playboy Short and the girls I play 

Every single day in the Oaktown 

Oaktown, Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown 

In the Oaktown, Oaktown, Oak-Oaktown 

Oak-Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown 

Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown 

Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown, Oak-Oaktown 

Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown 

Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown