Short Dog's in the House Lyrics
| Song | Short Dog's in the House |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Album | Short Dog's in the House |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Shaw | |
| "moving up!" "east oakland, yeah that's right" (repeat 4x) | |
| Oakland, california, west coast life | |
| You either play the game or you smoke the pipe | |
| I became a rapper at the age 14 | |
| No gold ropes, no diamond rings | |
| But look at me now, 10 years later | |
| Ask any mc if i rap greater | |
| See i'm known in fresno, even the big o | |
| >from san diego to sacramento | |
| They'll tell you yes, wherever you go | |
| And i bet my life won't one say no | |
| Ain't nothing like a too $hort fan | |
| I ain't tripping, you can play it again | |
| Don't fight the feeling, life is me | |
| I rock shows in nashville, tennessee | |
| It wasn't "hee haw," so don't laugh | |
| At the good ol' boys getting autographs | |
| In cinncinatti, i know you heard | |
| I got fined for the "cusswords" | |
| It's true, baby, so so unique | |
| Might slap your man, or just thump your freak | |
| I come to your town, i'm not under | |
| I want your name and your telephone number | |
| You think i'm faking, but i'll call | |
| We only got one night to do it all | |
| I know baby it's such a pity | |
| Tomorrow night, we hit another city | |
| Cold macking in the game is all we do | |
| Me and the boys called "the dangerous crew" | |
| I used to be local til i signed with jive | |
| Too $hort then went nationwide | |
| I went to georgia with the too $hort sound | |
| I went down like bobby brown | |
| I said a rap and they took me to jail | |
| Pulled out my bank, and made bail | |
| This is my story, it could not wait | |
| It all started out in the golden state | |
| California, where i was born and raised | |
| I used to play 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 | |
| Pennsylvania, can you see the light? | |
| >from chicago, to indiana | |
| >from mississippi, to alabama | |
| Louisiana, even texas | |
| Females, call me sexist | |
| But don't they love it, you know me | |
| Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me | |
| Like engine, engine, number 9 | |
| Homies run a train, standing in line | |
| If that train jumps off the track | |
| Then my brother you will catch the clap | |
| >from colorado, to arizona | |
| All the way back home to california | |
| In chatanooga, they know the tip | |
| Short dog in the house, i'm that flip | |
| Getting clip, or playing pool | |
| I can't help it i'm so damn cool | |
| Call me "dog" or leave me alone | |
| I'm riding in a caddilac fleetwood chrome | |
| With too clean, behind the wheel | |
| I'm riding shotgun, rapping for real | |
| Total boss in the back, give me superside | |
| They like to roll 'em fat cause you know we ride | |
| To the beat y'all, 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 love to me and i still act stingy | |
| Oh should i pay you? you must be tripping | |
| I didn't buy you and i sure ain't renting | |
| I said "i love you" cause you gave me head | |
| I didn't love you when we got out the bed | |
| If i could love you, you know i would | |
| But what you giving, ain't all that good | |
| A little southern hospitality | |
| You'd better try to get away from me | |
| I love money, and i just can't fake it | |
| I go to magic city and the girls dance naked | |
| I'm somewhat of a hero by the way i rap | |
| But i'm living like an oaktown mack | |
| I'm in the house y'all, i'm like ?peeser? y'all | |
| Rat heads get nothing but cheese, y'all | |
| Or get slapped, put up your dukes | |
| I kick you in your ass with my nike boots | |
| Some rappers try to be just like too $hort | |
| Can hang with the dog, you'd better stay on the porch | |
| In minnesota, virginia beach | |
| Wisconson, i got freaks | |
| Atlanta, little rock | |
| Louisville, it don't stop | |
| Kansas city, missouri | |
| I rock the house in east st. louis | |
| Detroit, it's like oakland | |
| It's a black thing, and i'm a black man | |
| To all my brothers in the u.s.a. | |
| Too $hort baby don't even play | |
| Woofers in the trunk, blasting 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 long way back, it's always been like that | |
| In the days that short dog was so young at the rap | |
| I'm in the house! | |
| "moving up!" "east oakland, yeah that's right" (repeat 4x) |
| zuo ci : Shaw | |
| " moving up!" " east oakland, yeah that' s right" repeat 4x | |
| Oakland, california, west coast life | |
| You either play the game or you smoke the pipe | |
| I became a rapper at the age 14 | |
| No gold ropes, no diamond rings | |
| But look at me now, 10 years later | |
| Ask any mc if i rap greater | |
| See i' m known in fresno, even the big o | |
| from san diego to sacramento | |
| They' ll tell you yes, wherever you go | |
| And i bet my life won' t one say no | |
| Ain' t nothing like a too hort fan | |
| I ain' t tripping, you can play it again | |
| Don' t fight the feeling, life is me | |
| I rock shows in nashville, tennessee | |
| It wasn' t " hee haw," so don' t laugh | |
| At the good ol' boys getting autographs | |
| In cinncinatti, i know you heard | |
| I got fined for the " cusswords" | |
| It' s true, baby, so so unique | |
| Might slap your man, or just thump your freak | |
| I come to your town, i' m not under | |
| I want your name and your telephone number | |
| You think i' m faking, but i' ll call | |
| We only got one night to do it all | |
| I know baby it' s such a pity | |
| Tomorrow night, we hit another city | |
| Cold macking in the game is all we do | |
| Me and the boys called " the dangerous crew" | |
| I used to be local til i signed with jive | |
| Too hort then went nationwide | |
| I went to georgia with the too hort sound | |
| I went down like bobby brown | |
| I said a rap and they took me to jail | |
| Pulled out my bank, and made bail | |
| This is my story, it could not wait | |
| It all started out in the golden state | |
| California, where i was born and raised | |
| I used to play the drum in my younger days | |
| I just hit that beat any way i can | |
| Smooth highstepping 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 | |
| Pennsylvania, can you see the light? | |
| from chicago, to indiana | |
| from mississippi, to alabama | |
| Louisiana, even texas | |
| Females, call me sexist | |
| But don' t they love it, you know me | |
| Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me | |
| Like engine, engine, number 9 | |
| Homies run a train, standing in line | |
| If that train jumps off the track | |
| Then my brother you will catch the clap | |
| from colorado, to arizona | |
| All the way back home to california | |
| In chatanooga, they know the tip | |
| Short dog in the house, i' m that flip | |
| Getting clip, or playing pool | |
| I can' t help it i' m so damn cool | |
| Call me " dog" or leave me alone | |
| I' m riding in a caddilac fleetwood chrome | |
| With too clean, behind the wheel | |
| I' m riding shotgun, rapping for real | |
| Total boss in the back, give me superside | |
| They like to roll ' em fat cause you know we ride | |
| To the beat y' all, 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 love to me and i still act stingy | |
| Oh should i pay you? you must be tripping | |
| I didn' t buy you and i sure ain' t renting | |
| I said " i love you" cause you gave me head | |
| I didn' t love you when we got out the bed | |
| If i could love you, you know i would | |
| But what you giving, ain' t all that good | |
| A little southern hospitality | |
| You' d better try to get away from me | |
| I love money, and i just can' t fake it | |
| I go to magic city and the girls dance naked | |
| I' m somewhat of a hero by the way i rap | |
| But i' m living like an oaktown mack | |
| I' m in the house y' all, i' m like ? peeser? y' all | |
| Rat heads get nothing but cheese, y' all | |
| Or get slapped, put up your dukes | |
| I kick you in your ass with my nike boots | |
| Some rappers try to be just like too hort | |
| Can hang with the dog, you' d better stay on the porch | |
| In minnesota, virginia beach | |
| Wisconson, i got freaks | |
| Atlanta, little rock | |
| Louisville, it don' t stop | |
| Kansas city, missouri | |
| I rock the house in east st. louis | |
| Detroit, it' s like oakland | |
| It' s a black thing, and i' m a black man | |
| To all my brothers in the u. s. a. | |
| Too hort baby don' t even play | |
| Woofers in the trunk, blasting 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 long way back, it' s always been like that | |
| In the days that short dog was so young at the rap | |
| I' m in the house! | |
| " moving up!" " east oakland, yeah that' s right" repeat 4x |
| zuò cí : Shaw | |
| " moving up!" " east oakland, yeah that' s right" repeat 4x | |
| Oakland, california, west coast life | |
| You either play the game or you smoke the pipe | |
| I became a rapper at the age 14 | |
| No gold ropes, no diamond rings | |
| But look at me now, 10 years later | |
| Ask any mc if i rap greater | |
| See i' m known in fresno, even the big o | |
| from san diego to sacramento | |
| They' ll tell you yes, wherever you go | |
| And i bet my life won' t one say no | |
| Ain' t nothing like a too hort fan | |
| I ain' t tripping, you can play it again | |
| Don' t fight the feeling, life is me | |
| I rock shows in nashville, tennessee | |
| It wasn' t " hee haw," so don' t laugh | |
| At the good ol' boys getting autographs | |
| In cinncinatti, i know you heard | |
| I got fined for the " cusswords" | |
| It' s true, baby, so so unique | |
| Might slap your man, or just thump your freak | |
| I come to your town, i' m not under | |
| I want your name and your telephone number | |
| You think i' m faking, but i' ll call | |
| We only got one night to do it all | |
| I know baby it' s such a pity | |
| Tomorrow night, we hit another city | |
| Cold macking in the game is all we do | |
| Me and the boys called " the dangerous crew" | |
| I used to be local til i signed with jive | |
| Too hort then went nationwide | |
| I went to georgia with the too hort sound | |
| I went down like bobby brown | |
| I said a rap and they took me to jail | |
| Pulled out my bank, and made bail | |
| This is my story, it could not wait | |
| It all started out in the golden state | |
| California, where i was born and raised | |
| I used to play the drum in my younger days | |
| I just hit that beat any way i can | |
| Smooth highstepping 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 | |
| Pennsylvania, can you see the light? | |
| from chicago, to indiana | |
| from mississippi, to alabama | |
| Louisiana, even texas | |
| Females, call me sexist | |
| But don' t they love it, you know me | |
| Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me | |
| Like engine, engine, number 9 | |
| Homies run a train, standing in line | |
| If that train jumps off the track | |
| Then my brother you will catch the clap | |
| from colorado, to arizona | |
| All the way back home to california | |
| In chatanooga, they know the tip | |
| Short dog in the house, i' m that flip | |
| Getting clip, or playing pool | |
| I can' t help it i' m so damn cool | |
| Call me " dog" or leave me alone | |
| I' m riding in a caddilac fleetwood chrome | |
| With too clean, behind the wheel | |
| I' m riding shotgun, rapping for real | |
| Total boss in the back, give me superside | |
| They like to roll ' em fat cause you know we ride | |
| To the beat y' all, 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 love to me and i still act stingy | |
| Oh should i pay you? you must be tripping | |
| I didn' t buy you and i sure ain' t renting | |
| I said " i love you" cause you gave me head | |
| I didn' t love you when we got out the bed | |
| If i could love you, you know i would | |
| But what you giving, ain' t all that good | |
| A little southern hospitality | |
| You' d better try to get away from me | |
| I love money, and i just can' t fake it | |
| I go to magic city and the girls dance naked | |
| I' m somewhat of a hero by the way i rap | |
| But i' m living like an oaktown mack | |
| I' m in the house y' all, i' m like ? peeser? y' all | |
| Rat heads get nothing but cheese, y' all | |
| Or get slapped, put up your dukes | |
| I kick you in your ass with my nike boots | |
| Some rappers try to be just like too hort | |
| Can hang with the dog, you' d better stay on the porch | |
| In minnesota, virginia beach | |
| Wisconson, i got freaks | |
| Atlanta, little rock | |
| Louisville, it don' t stop | |
| Kansas city, missouri | |
| I rock the house in east st. louis | |
| Detroit, it' s like oakland | |
| It' s a black thing, and i' m a black man | |
| To all my brothers in the u. s. a. | |
| Too hort baby don' t even play | |
| Woofers in the trunk, blasting 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 long way back, it' s always been like that | |
| In the days that short dog was so young at the rap | |
| I' m in the house! | |
| " moving up!" " east oakland, yeah that' s right" repeat 4x |
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