Don't Fight the Intro

Say, ho...yeah! you... Can I ask you a question? Can you get in where you fit in, bitch? Get mad if you want, I won't front Cause I got a new tape and it's full of bumps So roll you raps over they all out-dated Too $hort, baby, comin' straight X-rated Oakland funk is all on this tape You heard seven get ready for eight That's right, bitch $hort said eight of them Don't believe me? Start countin' while I name them Don't stop rappin' Girl, that's your life Talkin' about smokin' that glass-pipe Players' was the wickedest And that's the realler But I still came hard on coke-dealers Raw, Uncut & X-Rated', 'Born to mack' Life Is...Too $hort' is where I first went platinum $hort Dog's In The House' came next And $horty The Pimp' makes seven, bitch... And it don't stop to the beat, baby... Get in where you fit in, bitch!