Sunshine, convertable tops

You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops

You ride black walls, we ride Vogues

You got a girlfriend, we pimp hoes

You say I'm fake, I say you're smoking

I'm just a mack named $hort from Oakland

Just like a tag team wrestling tip

With a nasty bitch, then the homie switch

Bitch, ain't getting nothing but a lesson taught

If your pimping ain't strong, it's not my fault

Hoes start choosing, wouldn't give 'em a break

I pull out my old white Too $hort tape

I'm playing "Dope Fiend Beat" and the shit still hits

Trying to stick my dick all in them lips

She said "No, I never did it before"

Well you ain't the bitch I'm looking for

Cause she's rich and thick and chocolate

Wouldn't hesitate to lick my dick

All my parters say "$hort what's up?"

See me with a bitch with a big-ass butt

I don't answer, I start laughing

Nothing going on but the Oaktown macking

Laying it right, all damn night

Hoes getting sprung like they smoking the pipe

El Dorado, Mazeratti

Nothing but freaks with fine bodies

I love to roll my Mercedes Benz

I'm nothing but a player like all my friends

So when you call me fake, be for real

The call me Short Dog cause I'm hard as hell

Hope your girlfriend's name ain't Linelle

I screwed her last night in a cheap motel

Like I told my crew, when the toss up's chill

Humping like a Chevy rolling down Foothill

Get off the pipe fool, stop cracking

Be like Short Dog and start macking



T double O S-H-O-R-T

I go solo, can't nobody fuck with me

I'll just kick back counting my bank

No cokes smoking, just potent dank

Funky fresh on the microphone

When you spin that wax, it's not the same ol' song

Round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows

You see me at the clubs catching all the hoes

I don't drink vodka, I do drink gin

I like to get a blowjob from your girlfriend

Cause I'm macking, baby, you know that's right

I'm from the Oaktown, straight Eastside

I got all my game from East Oakland streets

Now motherfuck you damn shit-haired freaks

I go on and on as I sing my song

If you're tender and young, I fuck you all night long

I'm not a no-good punk, I didn't make you flunk

I didn't tell the whole world your pussy stunk

I cut you slack in my rap, I could've macked your mother

But Life is Too $hort so I kept it undercover

I'm so damn hard, on the boulevard

Hoes ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car

Freak nasty don't trip, to me it ain't shit

You can suck my dick with some fat hoe lips

Riding in a Caddy with the top let down

California sunshine, cruising the town

On the boulevard, maybe drop my top

If you're feeling hot, don't even stop

Cause it feels so good, I'm oh so sprung

They way you work that tongue, it just makes me cum

I told all my homies, all about

The way I bust big nuts, in your mouth

On the boulevard, we're riding oh so real

Not Skyline, I'm talking about Foothill

And when it ended, you know what happened

I'm so hard I just can't stop macking



I know I gotta stop sooner, but I'll stop later

They call me Short Dog, I'm nothing but a player

I know what she's thinking, "I'm falling in love"

But there's another freak I'm thinking of

She's got long long hair, she's not like you though

She'll do whatever I say, she'll even be my hoe

Cause I don't wanna get married, I'd rather freak Mary

Make good love and I do mean very

Wherever I go, it's the same old case

Same damn thing all over the place

(Nothing but bitches) Tight-ass jeans to pose in

I used to ride the strip trying to catch the hoes

They wasn't choosing, nope not these hoes

They wanted big time Vettes, riding brand new Vouges

So like I said before, I ain't tripping

Told myself it's time to stop bullshitting

Did the gangster walk, did it like this

Walked up to a girl and I called her a bitch

I said "My name is $hort, I don't play games

I only play young bitches, now what's your name?"

She said "I wouldn't tell you in all my life

You're just a little thug, you're not my type"

I said "I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk"

East Oaktown is where I'm from

You see wherever I go, it's the same old case

Same damn thing all over the place

(Nothing but bitches) Mad cause I told the truth

I'm calling you one and you can call me, too

Call me Too $hort, call me "Too Thin"

But you wouldn't get a dime out of this pimp

So just give it up baby and I'll run right through ya

Maybe just maybe I'll come back to ya

Like Too Clean, I'm riding Cadillac

I hit the strip, turn around, and come right back

See I'm a big mack, and every bitch in sight

Says "Is that Short Dog sitting at a red light?"