- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Anthony Banks
 - Damani Khaleel
 
- Genres:
 - Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
 - explicit
 - gangsta rap
 - own
 - westcoast
 
- See also:
 
Too $hort - Way Too Real lyrics
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 waysToo $hort - Way Too Real - http://motolyrics.com/too-short/way-too-real-lyrics.html
 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"
 "Don't ever fuck with Too $hort"
 "Don't ever fuck with Too $hort"
 "Don't ever fuck with Too $hort"
 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
 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

















