These Are the Tales

These are the tales
These are the tales that
I tell so well(Tune in to the History Channel)
These are the tales(Learn a lesson biatch)
These are the tales that
I tell so well(Short Dog)
I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long, long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of game
But back then,
I was just sayin' my name
I had a record player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland,
California with some new shit
I'm Sir Too
Short, I'm bout to do this
In 1981, that's where it all begun
We do it for the money, we don't rap for fun
Five dolla's fo' a tape,
Too Short and
Freddy BMoney in my pocket's all
I ever need
It was me,
Fred B and
Freddy Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks then we smoked them phat
While we rapped about the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole tryin' to ball without vogues
In '82 you was in the game
With a Falcon,
Cougar or a
MustangMe and
Freddy B used to hit the turfs
With a bag of tapes puttin' in work, biatch
In '83 you hit a house party
A dolla' get you in and a dolla' fo' a drink
I'm on the turntable smokin' get-right
And at mid-night
I'll be rappin' on the mic
I did the same thang, for the next two years
That's why they say my name, when
I come through here
When I was
Sixteen, I want'd to be a mack
I went to
Fremont High with
Lil' D and
BlackYoung ballers in the town livin' real phat
Never had the sack but
I smoked a little crack
Crushed up in the weed, we call 'em bass rock
CaddiesGoin' on them grimmies make them ho's call me daddy
These are the tales
These are the tales that
I tell so well
These are the tales
These are the tales that
I tell so well
It's been fifteen years since that shit happened
But Too Short don't stop rappin'
In '85, I was on the right page
Ten thousand niggaz,
Short live on stage
Underground tapes was all they ever heard
But the whole crowd sang along with me word for word
And that changed everything
Went to Seventy
Five Girls and hooked up with
DeanReal player-ism and that's no joke
Snort a lot of coke with ho's that like to smoke
I was makin' records but wasn't makin' money
You can take it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started
Dangerous
MusicAnd I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
No radio or video or
CD salesSix platinums in a row,
Ice Cube and
Cool JWho else did that shit?
Short Dog from the
BayThese ho's try to play it safe
But I been mackin' hard since eighty-eight
And from eighty-nine to ninety-six
I was rappin' on the mic talkin' shit about a bitch
I'll retire ten times and
I'll still be here
My old records sell about a half a mil' a year
I say "Bitch get naked" so pimpishly
Spit rhymes through decades and centuries
And bitches just love my dirty mouth
When I see you again
I'ma cuss you out, biatch!
That's my gift, now all you rappers get to say that shit
I wont sue you, but that's the trademark
I was a grown ass man when you was playin' in the park lil' nigga
These are the tales
These are the tales that
I tell so well
These are the tales
These are the tales that
I tell so well
Now I'm in
Atlanta I still love the
OI gave you my bitch but you can't have my flow
I guest appeared on 47 albums
Fuck McDonald and fuck
CalvinI get money with
Erick Sermon when
I'm in New
YorkI get respect, they call me
Too ShortI live swell in
ATL, 'cause
I'm a player
We fuckin' hella ho's at
X House in
Decatur where it's greater
You know how we ride
I got love for all niggaz from the
EastSideIt was me,
Ant Banks and
Shorty BAll we need to do is find my nigga
PeeWeeWe used to be on
Murdel Street makin' funky songs
If you see him tell him
Short said it's back on
Let's get this money, midwest down
SouthEast coast,
West coast ride out, biatch
These are the tales(That's my gift to rap)
These are the tales that
I tell so well(You can have that word, say bitch all you want)
These are the tales(All you regular fake ass niggas)
These are the tales that
I tell so well(You finally get to have Too Short's bitch, trick)