Say, hoe...yeah! you...

Can I ask you a question?

Can you get in where you fit in, bitch?



Get mad if you want, I won抰 front

Cause I got a new tape and it's full of bumps

So roll you raps over they all out-dated

Too $hort, baby, comin' straight X-rated

Oakland funk is all on this tape

You heard seven get ready for eight

That's right, bitch, 

$hort said eight of them

Don't belive me? 

Start countin' while i name them

Don't stop rappin'

Girl, that's your life

Talkin' about smokin' that glass-pipe

Players?was the wickedest

And that's the realler

But I still came hard on coke-dealers

Raw, Uncut & X-Rated? æ…‹orn to mack?Life Is...Too $hort?is where I first went platinum

$hort Dog's In The House?came next

And $horty The Pimp?makes seven, bitch...



And it don't stop to the beat, baby...

Get in where you fit in, bitch!