[Radio personality talking]
Really hasn't been brought up too clearly.
The Luniz an Too $hort everything has been squashed.
[Too $hort talking]
Yeah we want everybody to know, that it's, you know, the Oak-Town ain't
about this.
[Yukmouth talking]
The media hypes up things when they're wrong, but doesn't give enough
praise when everything is going good.
[Too $hort talking]
We should juss do a cut, don't even mention no beef or nothing, juss
drop it on 'em.
[Numskull talking]
You know it's politics, that made it sound like that. But it's all
unified you see it's all Jesus.
[Too $hort]
BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!!
[Too $hort talking]
Man what's it all about? Ain't about s***. n**** call me up talking
about, man it's on. Your n***** f****** wit my n***** an it's on. n****
what we fronting for? If it ain't about this money, ain't about this
life an death n****, s***, what's really going on?
[Verse 1: Too $hort]
Jumped all in a n***** face front him on tha spot,
don't cross the game, unless ya wanna get shot,
but who made the rules do you recall?,
who's the judge when it comes to this street law?,
is it me?,
you?,
or is it my crew?,
my n***** get down, yo n***** do too,
m**** f****z try to tell me don't f*** my life,
cuz ain't nuthin nice,
ya gotta pay the price,
ya know them dudes,
walkin in them same shoes,
it's brand new to you,
but the game is used,
I got it from them old n*****,
they so cool,
now we juss roll through,
all the hoes know who,
ball in yo town,
don't front, it's too little,
cuz fake a** n***** get punked fo your riddles,
so what's it all about,
think about it later,
to all you real gangstaz,
an all you perpitrators.
[Chorus x2: Harm]
You've,
got me funkin,(funkin)
over nuthin man,(funkin man)
why ya wanna funk wit me??
(Speak on it boy!)
[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
Uh.
Sometimes you step in some s*** you can't get out of,
n***** who talk hella s***,
is who I'm quick to sock the s*** out of,
sniff powder, wit all yo hoes off my door,
got em froze like pocino,
ya spendin all yo doe,
on the average a**,
stanky a**,
run a gank a**, f*** everybody fast,
juss an Oakland a** hoe,
now I know why n***** wanna knock you out like glass Joe,
all that playa hatin s***, ain't asked fo,
you must got problems wit n***** makin they cash flow,
you baffled,
you m**** f***** youngstaz,
so go wit your old a** flow,
I gots ta have jaw-jacked hoe,
cuz some of n***** wonder,
why us playaz do this,
I'm under,
caught up in some s*** I didn't have nuthin to do wit,
the truth is,
you know my funk is through,
f***** ride fo a n****,
if that n**** ain't gonna do s***,
ya wanna be a** pimp,
gettin yo a** whipped is like an every year event.
b****!!
Dig it.
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3: Numskull]
I'm too m**** f***** much fo myself,
so funkin wit n***** close to home is sumpthin else,
if you ain't gonna blow a n**** head off,
then that's the end of it,
concentrate on makin mill an start spendin,
now this is where my do it for myself begins,
cuz in '97,
I ain't makin no new m**** f***** friends,
now I got no enemies,
I hold no grudges,
from now on I'm overseein my own budget,
(fo real!!)
we all did our dirt n****,
but now that's all forgivin,
Chris you my n**** til the ending,
an,
I started wit Dru,
I started wit Smoke-A-Lot,
hangin wit me, so I gives a f***,
Nummy-Num gonna go ahead an drink his self to death,
n**** you wanna chop it up wit me,
go through death yoself,
I ain't tryin to hear nuthin,
stead of throwin away skrillion,
n****,
I'd rather be f*****.
Uh.
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 4: Too $hort]
I signed my name on the dotted line,
n***** know I did it first,
an when you first,
you know you get it worse,
I suck the game up,
I try to pass it on,
n***** from the Bay,
gettin they cash on,
from Frisco,
to Vallejo,
to the Big "O",
f*** that yeh-yo,
hundred thousand units,
make a n**** half a million dollaz,
if you sittin on a grip,
I have to holla at yo later,
you can get rich in a minute,
two words,
distribution,
independent,
make an accapella you can hear every word,
I spit this game you never ever heard,
you know how you be quick to pop n*****,
these record companies be quick to rob n*****,
I say "$hort Dogg",
an now they pay me,
don't pay these youngstaz,
an watch 'em get crazy.
[Chorus: til end]
[Too $hort talking during chorus]
f*** around an run up in yo s***. Yeah. That's the new thing goin baby,
we runnin up in record companies writin our own m**** f***** checks.
Sign on the dotted line n****. What ya really gettin? What's really goin
on? Watch out. n***** in the town, bout to unite, we goin nationwide.
Oakland style, b****! Oh you really thought that wasn't gonna happen?
s***. Come on now.
Really hasn't been brought up too clearly.
The Luniz an Too $hort everything has been squashed.
[Too $hort talking]
Yeah we want everybody to know, that it's, you know, the Oak-Town ain't
about this.
[Yukmouth talking]
The media hypes up things when they're wrong, but doesn't give enough
praise when everything is going good.
[Too $hort talking]
We should juss do a cut, don't even mention no beef or nothing, juss
drop it on 'em.
[Numskull talking]
You know it's politics, that made it sound like that. But it's all
unified you see it's all Jesus.
[Too $hort]
BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!!
[Too $hort talking]
Man what's it all about? Ain't about s***. n**** call me up talking
about, man it's on. Your n***** f****** wit my n***** an it's on. n****
what we fronting for? If it ain't about this money, ain't about this
life an death n****, s***, what's really going on?
[Verse 1: Too $hort]
Jumped all in a n***** face front him on tha spot,
don't cross the game, unless ya wanna get shot,
but who made the rules do you recall?,
who's the judge when it comes to this street law?,
is it me?,
you?,
or is it my crew?,
my n***** get down, yo n***** do too,
m**** f****z try to tell me don't f*** my life,
cuz ain't nuthin nice,
ya gotta pay the price,
ya know them dudes,
walkin in them same shoes,
it's brand new to you,
but the game is used,
I got it from them old n*****,
they so cool,
now we juss roll through,
all the hoes know who,
ball in yo town,
don't front, it's too little,
cuz fake a** n***** get punked fo your riddles,
so what's it all about,
think about it later,
to all you real gangstaz,
an all you perpitrators.
[Chorus x2: Harm]
You've,
got me funkin,(funkin)
over nuthin man,(funkin man)
why ya wanna funk wit me??
(Speak on it boy!)
[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
Uh.
Sometimes you step in some s*** you can't get out of,
n***** who talk hella s***,
is who I'm quick to sock the s*** out of,
sniff powder, wit all yo hoes off my door,
got em froze like pocino,
ya spendin all yo doe,
on the average a**,
stanky a**,
run a gank a**, f*** everybody fast,
juss an Oakland a** hoe,
now I know why n***** wanna knock you out like glass Joe,
all that playa hatin s***, ain't asked fo,
you must got problems wit n***** makin they cash flow,
you baffled,
you m**** f***** youngstaz,
so go wit your old a** flow,
I gots ta have jaw-jacked hoe,
cuz some of n***** wonder,
why us playaz do this,
I'm under,
caught up in some s*** I didn't have nuthin to do wit,
the truth is,
you know my funk is through,
f***** ride fo a n****,
if that n**** ain't gonna do s***,
ya wanna be a** pimp,
gettin yo a** whipped is like an every year event.
b****!!
Dig it.
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3: Numskull]
I'm too m**** f***** much fo myself,
so funkin wit n***** close to home is sumpthin else,
if you ain't gonna blow a n**** head off,
then that's the end of it,
concentrate on makin mill an start spendin,
now this is where my do it for myself begins,
cuz in '97,
I ain't makin no new m**** f***** friends,
now I got no enemies,
I hold no grudges,
from now on I'm overseein my own budget,
(fo real!!)
we all did our dirt n****,
but now that's all forgivin,
Chris you my n**** til the ending,
an,
I started wit Dru,
I started wit Smoke-A-Lot,
hangin wit me, so I gives a f***,
Nummy-Num gonna go ahead an drink his self to death,
n**** you wanna chop it up wit me,
go through death yoself,
I ain't tryin to hear nuthin,
stead of throwin away skrillion,
n****,
I'd rather be f*****.
Uh.
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 4: Too $hort]
I signed my name on the dotted line,
n***** know I did it first,
an when you first,
you know you get it worse,
I suck the game up,
I try to pass it on,
n***** from the Bay,
gettin they cash on,
from Frisco,
to Vallejo,
to the Big "O",
f*** that yeh-yo,
hundred thousand units,
make a n**** half a million dollaz,
if you sittin on a grip,
I have to holla at yo later,
you can get rich in a minute,
two words,
distribution,
independent,
make an accapella you can hear every word,
I spit this game you never ever heard,
you know how you be quick to pop n*****,
these record companies be quick to rob n*****,
I say "$hort Dogg",
an now they pay me,
don't pay these youngstaz,
an watch 'em get crazy.
[Chorus: til end]
[Too $hort talking during chorus]
f*** around an run up in yo s***. Yeah. That's the new thing goin baby,
we runnin up in record companies writin our own m**** f***** checks.
Sign on the dotted line n****. What ya really gettin? What's really goin
on? Watch out. n***** in the town, bout to unite, we goin nationwide.
Oakland style, b****! Oh you really thought that wasn't gonna happen?
s***. Come on now.