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?t 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? ?born 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!
