Way Too Real lyrics

Artist  : Too Short 
Song : Way Too Real



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[Too $hort]
Way too real, Short Dog is just
way too real
It's the T Double, some call me
$hort
I'm in the house once again from the
East to the North
You know the west is the
best coast
We got the best beats, we bump the
best hoes
Living life way too fast
Start
snitching and you might not last
It used to be
about old pimps and macks
But now we got the
young bucks trying to jack
It's a stick up,
put your hands up before you get bucked
Got
you for your watch, your link, and your green
stuff
Everybody wants to be the man
And
when you are, you go straight to the pen
Get
rich quick schemes off dope fiends
I know you
know what I mean
Making big money, living
stoned to the bone
Oakland, California is
where we roam
Hitting this corner, that
corner, everywhere
Bumping fly young tenders
with the real big hair
Sassy nasty, young-ass
freaks
Wanna ride in my car and feel the
beat
We hit the motel, the head was
swell
Baby had back like a big ol'
whale
She told all her friends I did her,
too
She got dogged like Scooby Doo
Cause in
the land of macks we don't play that
You wanna
run your mouth, you get pimp-slapped
And you
ask me just how I feel
Short Dog's living way
too real

I'm living way too real,
bitch
Short Dog in the house
Can't help but
live real, you know what I mean?
Tell you some
shit, though

Been in the game for about 10
years or more
Talking about shit you never did
before
You know my macking is cracking, all of
the time
24-7 spitting playboy rhymes
I got
a serious grind and it sure ain't fake
You
slang D, well I'm a slang a gang of
tapes
Something funky fresh for you to ride
to, fool
Bending corners in the old
school
I seen my homie Father Dom and he said
"What's up?"
Riding in a Supersport drunk as
fuck
And when you see us, the clique is called
"The Dangerous Crew"
We wouldn't change it for
you, cause the game is true
Some say that the
Dog can't rap
But my bank account will prove
that
I make G's, so you can see these nuts,
hoe
Or get played like dominoes
I used to
fuck a bitch from San Jose
Baby liked to freak
all kind of ways
She said I was the best,
couldn't settle for less
Had my name "Short
Dog" tattooed on her chest
After three months
I called it quits
She tried to pop that
pregnant shit
But like a mack, I suprised
her
Dropped her ass off at Kaiser
Never
would I let her put a baby on me
I ain't the
one, I'm Step Daddy
I had to let her know just
how I feel
I'm living way too
real

"Don't ever fuck with Too $hort"
(scratched 4x)

>From city to city, valley
to valley
Never seen another state on hit like
Cali-
Fornia, where the hustlers play
What
you wouldn't expect happens everyday
It's the
Wild Wild West I'm speaking about
Where Clint
Eastwood would get socked in the mouth
Cause
ain't nobody tripping on ranks or stripes
If
you live the life, you gotta pay the price
So
many youngsters die over punk shit
Small talk,
a lotta dumb shit
And only God knows when you
punch the clock
Thought he was bulletproof and
got shot
It's either heaven or hell, him or
me
Locked in a cell or out on the
street
Every day on the ave another brother is
killed
For living way too real

[Father
Dom]
Well I'm chilling and I'm willing like a
villian I be killing
Coke is it but tonight I
got the feeling
Cause it's about time for a
real mack to step up
Pimping ain't a thing so
I swing on these heifers
Never ever feeling no
remorse, of couse
If you try to play me out,
I'm a punch you in your mouth
And Rin Tin I'll
watch his chin just splatter
Caught him with an
uppercut, there goes his bladder
My rhymes are
fatter cause I said so
I'm gonna recollect a
neck, mic wreck check a hoe
I'm making more
dough than the average Joe Schmoe
If she's
fronting on the pussy then the hoe got to
go
Out the back door, don't want to see you no
more
You ain't Deep Throat, so what you come
here for?
Cause in the nine-tre ain't no
lagging or dragging
Bring your ass over, get
prepared for the stabbing
Ain't no doubt
that's how I feel
Father Dom and the Playboy
$hort, we're living way too real (echos)