"Moving up!" "East Oakland, yeah that's right" (Repeat 4x)
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Oakland, California, West Coast life
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You either play the game or you smoke the pipe
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I became a rapper at the age 14
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No gold ropes, no diamond rings
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But look at me now, 10 years later
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Ask any MC if I rap greater
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See I'm known in Fresno, even the big O
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>From San Diego to Sacramento
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They'll tell you yes, wherever you go
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And I bet my life won't one say no
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Ain't nothing like a Too $hort fan
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I ain't tripping, you can play it again
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Don't fight the feeling, life is me
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I rock shows in Nashville, Tennessee
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It wasn't "Hee Haw," so don't laugh
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At the good ol' boys getting autographs
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In Cinncinatti, I know you heard
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I got fined for the "Cusswords"
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It's true, baby, so so unique
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Might slap your man, or just thump your freak
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I come to your town, I'm not under
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I want your name and your telephone number
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You think I'm faking, but I'll call
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We only got one night to do it all
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I know baby it's such a pity
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Tomorrow night, we hit another city
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Cold macking in the game is all we do
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Me and the boys called "The Dangerous Crew"
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I used to be local til I signed with Jive
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Too $hort then went nationwide
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I went to Georgia with the Too $hort sound
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I went down like Bobby Brown
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I said a rap and they took me to jail
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Pulled out my bank, and made bail
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This is my story, it could not wait
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It all started out in the Golden State
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California, where I was born and raised
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I used to play the drum in my younger days
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I just hit that beat any way I can
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Smooth high-stepping in the marching band
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I turned in my drum and I started to rap
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Now beats I make, make my bank so fat
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It's Too $hort, on the mic tonight
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Pennsylvania, can you see the light?
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>From Chicago, to Indiana
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>From Mississippi, to Alabama
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Louisiana, even Texas
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Females, call me sexist
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But don't they love it, you know me
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Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me
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Like engine, engine, number 9
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Homies run a train, standing in line
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If that train jumps off the track
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Then my brother you will catch the clap
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>From Colorado, to Arizona
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All the way back home to California
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In Chatanooga, they know the tip
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Short Dog in the house, I'm that flip
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Getting clip, or playing pool
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I can't help it I'm so damn cool
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Call me "Dog" or leave me alone
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I'm riding in a Caddilac Fleetwood Chrome
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With Too Clean, behind the wheel
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I'm riding shotgun, rapping for real
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Total boss in the back, give me superside
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They like to roll 'em fat cause you know we ride
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To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
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It goes on cause I don't stop rapping
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Now you know, nothing but the Dog in me
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You make love to me and I still act stingy
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Oh should I pay you? You must be tripping
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I didn't buy you and I sure ain't renting
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I said "I love you" cause you gave me head
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I didn't love you when we got out the bed
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If I could love you, you know I would
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But what you giving, ain't all that good
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A little southern hospitality
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You'd better try to get away from me
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I love money, and I just can't fake it
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I go to Magic City and the girls dance naked
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I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
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But I'm living like an Oaktown mack
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I'm in the house y'all, I'm like ?peeser? y'all
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Rat heads get nothing but cheese, y'all
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Or get slapped, put up your dukes
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I kick you in your ass with my Nike boots
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Some rappers try to be just like Too $hort
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Can hang with the Dog, you'd better stay on the porch
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In Minnesota, Virginia Beach
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Wisconson, I got freaks
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Atlanta, Little Rock
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Louisville, it don't stop
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Kansas City, Missouri
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I rock the house in East St. Louis
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Detroit, it's like Oakland
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It's a black thing, and I'm a black man
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To all my brothers in the U.S.A.
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Too $hort baby don't even play
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Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat
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I cross the bridge and hit 3rd street
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Years ago, I rocked that joint
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I say what's up to my homies from Hunter's Point
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We go a long way back, it's always been like that
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In the days that Short Dog was so young at the rap
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I'm in the house!
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"Moving up!& |