That`s Why lyrics

Artist  : Too $hort 
Song : That`s Why



 Send "That`s Why" Ringtone to your Cell 

 *(too short talking)*



Yeah we gettin
real on this album y'all. you know I'm hearin all
these

Rumors out here bout, they ran $hort
dogg up outta east oakland. nigga

Moved to
atlanta, ain't got no mo love in the town. I got
much love in

Oakland y'all, you know what
I'm sayin, I been doin this shit fo years.

So I'm a tell it to you juss like it
happened.... bitch.



*(verse 1)*



I don't stop rappin,

Ever since
the very first day,

I grabbed the
microphone, made a funky ass tape,

I had
sixteen hoes,

Suckin ten toes,

Game
from the "o",

An any real pimp
knows,

The only love hoes get is what they
paid fo,

Gimme my scratch,

What the
fuck I'm a stay fo? 

I gotta make moves
bitch,

Stack some g's,

From the whole
stroll,

To my fax machine,

I got money
comin in from everywhere,

From new york,

To l.a.,

To the mutha fuckin bay,

It's true,

I'm the man g,

I'm
underground 106 can't ban me,

All on the
air sayin they don't fuck wit me no mo,

I
go back wit rap like k-p-o-o,

From the very
first time I grabbed the mic,

Niggaz smokin
burner,

Ready to fight,

I don't
promote violence,

I'm from oakland where
the real kick it,

You might get killed
nigga,

Or make a mill ticket,

Move
down south 'cause the town is wild,

Now the
radio jocks wanna clown my style,

I raised
too many rappers you support,

Ask 'em who
they grew up on.... too $hort,

Fuck all
that black ball shit it won't last,

Kmel
y'all can kiss my ass.



*(chorus)*



That's why the town got rid 'o $hort
(x2)



*(verse 2)*



It all
started back when c & h,

Went to t & b tryin
to playa hate,

I flipped a brand new
lexus,

93,

Joda balls called me up
said ya lyin to me,

He said I heard you an
ran got the cash an split it,

If I don't
get my cut,

You mutha fuckaz gonna get
it,

It was thirteen g's all mine,

Didn't give teddy gram one dime,

Now
listen real close 'cause it might be,

Hard
to follow,

Chris told ted it was fifty
thousand dollaz,

Shit sound petty,

An
it is,

But that's how it goes when you in
show biz,

Niggaz fallin out,

Should
be makin millions,

Instead of studios,

We seein lawyers in buildings,

Then we
stop speakin,

Shit got funky,

I don't
give a fuck,

Mutha fucka get my money,

I ain't never been a hoe you can't pimp me,

I do all the work while you pimp me,

I
tried to buy him out,

But right about
then,

They let the lions out,

Niggaz
start eatin that shit up,

You shoulda never
listened,

I'm always on this money makin
mission,

Sold a car an a truck in oakland
fo that lex,

Jock loaned me five an I was
rollin that bitch.



*(chorus)* x2



Don't believe everythang you hear
nigga.



*(verse 3)*



I
went to the freak-nik,

Shit turned me
out,

Came back fo jack the rapper,

Bought me a house,

That was august '93
time to dip,

I hade warrants in the town an
I was hot as shit,

Everytime I got
stopped,

Nigga went to jail,

Treat me
bad 'cause I was hangin wit criminals,

I
wanted to buy me a house in the oakland hills,

Nice lil sumpthin fo a half a mill,

That's was right around the time chris hooked
dru down,

The luniz came through an them
tricks got clowned,

Rappin ron tore 'em up
on the freestyle tip,

An niggaz ain't ran
nobody outta shit,

Then they put it on the
town,

Shit got real,

When you was in
the fourth grade I had a record deal,

You
got one hit record now you ballin,

You make
one fake album you'll be fallin,

An that
shit don't apply to me,

Present or past,

You can meet me at the mall an get my
autograph,

Or you can flash back,

If
you can do all that,

Me fred benz,

An
freddy craps,

Smokin burner upstairs in hot
lips house,

It's been fifteen years an I
ain't played out,

They playin too $hort
steppin on a chevy pedal,

Back in the days
kmel played heavy metal.



*(chorus)*
x2



*(verse 4)*



Niggaz
shootin at the studio late at night,

Seen a
charokee,

Started shootin at spice,

At
the e-40 picnic out in the park,

Niggaz
gather round fo some shit to start,

They
had bullets wit my name,

But we never got
to me,

See me sucka mutha fucka,

Shootin at the street,

It was me,

Boo, howard, an jock,

A full clip,

One in the chamber an it blockin t.b.,

Still tryin to be my pimp,

I could lose
my life,

Or give my money to him,

I'd
rather die before you use me,

I tried to buy
him out,

The nigga sued me.



*(too $hort talking)*



An that's
where it stands right now y'all. fo the mutha
fuckaz that

Don't know, like the notorious
say, "if you don't know, now you
know."

Biatch!!