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

Moving up! east oakland, yeah that's right (repeat 4x) 

Oakland, california, west coast life 

You either play the game or you smoke the pipe 

I became a rapper at the age 14 

No gold ropes, no diamond rings 

But look at me now, 10 years later 

Ask any mc if I rap greater 

See I'm known in fresno, even the big o 

>from san diego to sacramento 

They'll tell you yes, wherever you go 

And I bet my life won't one say no 

Ain't nothing like a too $hort fan 

I ain't tripping, you can play it again 

Don't fight the feeling, life is me 

I rock shows in nashville, tennessee 

It wasn't hee haw, so don't laugh 

At the good ol' boys getting autographs 

In cinncinatti, I know you heard 

I got fined for the cusswords 

It's true, baby, so so unique 

Might slap your man, or just thump your freak 

I come to your town, I'm not under 

I want your name and your telephone number 

You think I'm faking, but I'll call 

We only got one night to do it all 

I know baby it's such a pity 

Tomorrow night, we hit another city 

Cold macking in the game is all we do 

Me and the boys called the dangerous crew 

I used to be local til I signed with jive 

Too $hort then went nationwide 

I went to georgia with the too $hort sound 

I went down like bobby brown 

I said a rap and they took me to jail 

Pulled out my bank, and made bail 

This is my story, it could not wait 

It all started out in the golden state 

California, where I was born and raised 

I used to play the drum in my younger days 

I just hit that beat any way I can 

Smooth high-stepping in the marching band 

I turned in my drum and I started to rap 

Now beats I make, make my bank so fat 

It's too $hort, on the mic tonight 

Pennsylvania, can you see the light? 

>from chicago, to indiana 

>from mississippi, to alabama 

Louisiana, even texas 

Females, call me sexist 

But don't they love it, you know me 

Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me 

Like engine, engine, number 9 

Homies run a train, standing in line 

If that train jumps off the track 

Then my brother you will catch the clap 

>from colorado, to arizona 

All the way back home to california 

In chatanooga, they know the tip 

Short dog in the house, I'm that flip 

Getting clip, or playing pool 

I can't help it I'm so damn cool 

Call me dog or leave me alone 

I'm riding in a caddilac fleetwood chrome 

With too clean, behind the wheel 

I'm riding shotgun, rapping for real 

Total boss in the back, give me superside 

They like to roll 'em fat cause you know we ride 

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop 

It goes on cause I don't stop rapping 

Now you know, nothing but the dog in me 

You make love to me and I still act stingy 

Oh should I pay you? you must be tripping 

I didn't buy you and I sure ain't renting 

I said I love you cause you gave me head 

I didn't love you when we got out the bed 

If I could love you, you know I would 

But what you giving, ain't all that good 

A little southern hospitality 

You'd better try to get away from me 

I love money, and I just can't fake it 

I go to magic city and the girls dance naked 

I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap 

But I'm living like an oaktown mack 

I'm in the house y'all, I'm like? peeser? y'all 

Rat heads get nothing but cheese, y'all 

Or get slapped, put up your dukes 

I kick you in your ass with my nike boots 

Some rappers try to be just like too $hort 

Can hang with the dog, you'd better stay on the porch 

In minnesota, virginia beach 

Wisconson, I got freaks 

Atlanta, little rock 

Louisville, it don't stop 

Kansas city, missouri 

I rock the house in east st. louis 

Detroit, it's like oakland 

It's a black thing, and I'm a black man 

To all my brothers in the u.s.a. 

Too $hort baby don't even play 

Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat 

I cross the bridge and hit 3rd street 

Years ago, I rocked that joint 

I say what's up to my homies from hunter's point 

We go a long way back, it's always been like that 

In the days that short dog was so young at the rap 

I'm in the house! 

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Moving up! east oakland, yeah that's right (repeat 4x) 

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