That's Why Lyrics - Gettin' It (album Number Ten) - Too $hort

Yeah, we gettin' real on this album y'all 

You know I'm hearin' all these rumors out here 'bout 

They ran $hort Dogg up outta East Oakland 

Nigga moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo' love in the town 

I got much love in Oakland y'all 

You know what I'm sayin' I been doin this shit fo' years 

So I'm a tell it to you juss like it happened, bitch 

I don't stop rappin', ever since the very first day 

I grabbed the microphone, made a funky ass tape 

I had sixteen hoes, suckin' ten toes 

Game from the "O", an' any real pimp knows 

The only love hoes get is what they paid fo' 

Gimme my scratch, what the fuck I'm a stay fo'? 

I gotta make moves bitch, stack some G's 

From the whole stroll to my fax machine 

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I got money comin' in from everywhere 

From New York to L.A., to the mutha fuckin' Bay, it's true 

I'm the man G, I'm underground 106 can't ban me 

All on the air sayin' they don't fuck wit me no mo' 

I go back wit rap like K-P-O-O 

From the very first time I grabbed the mic 

Niggaz smokin' burner, ready to fight 

I don't promote violence, I'm from Oakland where the real kick it 

You might get killed nigga or make a mill ticket 

Move down South 'cuz the town is wild 

Now the radio jocks wanna clown my style 

I raised too many rappers you support 

Ask 'em who they grew up on, Too $hort 

Fuck all that black ball shit, it won't last 

K M E L, y'all can kiss my ass 

That's why the town got rid 'o $hort 

That's why the town got rid 'o $hort 

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It all started back when C and H 

Went to T, B, tryin' to playa hate 

I flipped a brand new Lexus, 93 

Joda Balls called me up, said, "Ya lyin' to me" 

He said, "I heard you an' Ryan got the cash an' split it 

If I don't get my cut, you mutha fuckaz gonna get it" 

It was thirteen G's, all mine, didn't give Teddy Gram one dime 

Now listen real close 'cuz it might be hard to follow 

Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand dollaz 

Shit sound petty an' it is 

But that's how it goes when you in show biz 

Niggaz fallin' out, should be makin' millions 

Instead of studios, we seein' lawyers in buildings 

Then we stop speakin', shit got funky 

I don't give a fuck, muthafucka get my money 

I ain't never been a hoe, you can't pimp me 

I do all the work while you pimp me 

I tried to buy him out but right about then 

They let the lions out, niggaz start eatin' that shit up 

You shoulda never listened 

I'm always on this money makin' mission 

Sold a car an' a truck in Oakland fo' that Lex 

Jock loaned me five an' I was rollin' that bitch 

That's why the town got rid 'o $hort 

(Don't believe everythang you hear, nigga) 

That's why the town got rid 'o $hort 

I went to the freak-nik, shit turned me out 

Came back fo' Jack the Rapper 

Bought me a house, that was August '93, time to dip 

I hade warrants in the town an' I was hot as shit 

Everytime I got stopped, nigga went to jail 

Treat me bad 'cuz I was hangin' wit criminals 

I wanted to buy me a house in the Oakland Hills 

Nice lil' somethin' fo' a half a mill 

That's was right around the time Chris hooked Dru down 

The luniz came through an' them tricks got clowned 

Rappin' Ron tore 'em up on the freestyle tip 

An' niggaz ain't ran nobody outta shit 

Then they put it on the town, shit got real 

When you was in the fourth grade I had a record deal 

You got one hit record now you ballin' 

You make one fake album, you'll be fallin' 

An' that shit don't apply to me present or past 

You can meet me at the mall an' get my autograph 

Or you can flash back, if you can do all that 

Me Fred Benz an' Freddy Craps 

Smokin' burner upstairs in hot lips house 

It's been fifteen years an' I ain't played out 

They playin' Too $hort steppin' on a Chevy pedal 

Back in the days K M E L played heavy metal 

That's why the town got rid 'o $hort 

That's why the town got rid 'o $hort 

Niggaz shootin' at the studio late at night 

Seen a Charokee, started shootin' at Spice 

At the E-40 picnic out in the park 

Niggaz gather 'round fo' some shit to start 

They had bullets wit my name but we never got to me 

See me sucka mutha fucka shootin' at the street 

It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a full clip 

One in the chamber an' it blockin' T.B. 

Still tryin' to be my pimp 

I could lose my life or give my money to him 

I'd rather die before you use me 

I tried to buy him out, the nigga sued me 

An' that's where it stands right now y'all 

Fo' the mutha fuckaz that don't know 

Like the notorious say, "If you don't know, now you know" 

Bitch