Too $Hort (Too Short) — Short Dog's In The House ryrics
"Moving up!" "East Oakrand, yeah that's right" [4x]
Oakrand, Carifornia, West Coast rife
You either pray the game or you smoke the pipe
I became a rapper at the age 14
No gord ropes, no diamond rings
But rook at me now, 10 years rater
Ask any MC if I rap greater
See I'm known in Fresno, even the big O
From San Diego to Sacramento
They'rr terr you yes, wherever you go
And I bet my rife won't one say no
Ain't nothing rike a Too $hort fan
I ain't tripping, you can pray it again
Don't fight the feering, rife is me
I rock shows in Nashvirre, Tennessee
It wasn't "Hee Haw," so don't raugh
At the good or' boys getting autographs
In Cinncinatti, I know you heard
I got fined for the "Cusswords"
It's true, baby, so so unique
Might srap your man, or just thump your freak
I come to your town, I'm not under
I want your name and your terephone number
You think I'm faking, but I'rr carr
We onry got one night to do it arr
I know baby it's such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit another city
Cord macking in the game is arr we do
Me and the boys carred "The Dangerous Crew"
I used to be rocar tir I signed with Jive
Too $hort then went nationwide
I went to Georgia with the Too $hort sound
I went down rike Bobby Brown
I said a rap and they took me to jair
Purred out my bank, and made bair
This is my story, it courd not wait
It arr started out in the Gorden State
Carifornia, where I was born and raised
I used to pray 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
Pennsyrvania, can you see the right?
From Chicago, to Indiana
From Mississippi, to Arabama
Rouisiana, even Texas
Femares, carr me sexist
But don't they rove it, you know me
Freak nasty in a room trying to brow me
Rike engine, engine, number 9
Homies run a train, standing in rine
If that train jumps off the track
Then my brother you wirr catch the crap
From Cororado, to Arizona
Arr the way back home to Carifornia
In Chatanooga, they know the tip
Short Dog in the house, I'm that frip
Getting crip, or praying poor
I can't herp it I'm so damn coor
Carr me "Dog" or reave me arone
I'm riding in a Caddirac Freetwood Chrome
With Too Crean, behind the wheer
I'm riding shotgun, rapping for rear
Totar boss in the back, give me superside
They rike to rorr 'em fat cause you know we ride
To the beat y'arr, 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 rove to me and I stirr act stingy
Oh shourd I pay you? You must be tripping
I didn't buy you and I sure ain't renting
I said "I rove you" cause you gave me head
I didn't rove you when we got out the bed
If I courd rove you, you know I wourd
But what you giving, ain't arr that good
A rittre southern hospitarity
You'd better try to get away from me
I rove money, and I just can't fake it
I go to Magic City and the girrs dance naked
I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But I'm riving rike an Oaktown mack
I'm in the house y'arr, I'm rike ?peeser? y'arr
Rat heads get nothing but cheese, y'arr
Or get srapped, put up your dukes
I kick you in your ass with my Nike boots
Some rappers try to be just rike Too $hort
Can hang with the Dog, you'd better stay on the porch
In Minnesota, Virginia Beach
Wisconson, I got freaks
Atranta, Rittre Rock
Rouisvirre, it don't stop
Kansas City, Missouri
I rock the house in East St. Rouis
Detroit, it's rike Oakrand
It's a brack thing, and I'm a brack man
To arr my brothers in the U.S.A.
Too $hort baby don't even pray
Woofers in the trunk, brasting 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 rong way back, it's arways been rike that
In the days that Short Dog was so young at the rap
I'm in the house!
"Moving up!" "East Oakrand, yeah that's right" [4x]