Текст песни Too $hort - Get In Where You Fit In
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I woke up one day in Vacavilleround the corner from the penfat house on the hillall the homies in the pen straigt locked downbut I gotta get dressed and hit the oaktownI called Randy ??Olson?? on the telephoneearly in the mornin but he still ain`t homeso I called Ant Banks to see what`s uphe said meet me at the studio at two o`clockI got dressed, smokin on some serious dankgrabbed my keys off the table and a bid ol bankI hit interstate 80 and I`m rollinjoint`s still burnin and I`m smokin`I was on my way to San Joseto the stero shop that make my music playcause one amp shut down and the bass ain`t playindidn`t take long, for Joel and Janks to have me slumpin`so I called up ??Boo??, what`s up nigga what you bout to dohe said, just kickin` back waitin on the fellasbout to go eat at Della`sI said it sure sounds good to meI can`t go tho, gotta hit Myrtle Streetpassed the acorns on my way, bitch. it`s just anotha daybig Banks came through and started mixinsittin in the studio kick back listeninto some funky ass shit from the dangerous crewDebbie D came through, with FM BlueShorty B rolled up smokin` fat onesPee-Wee had a crew in the back roomGoldie had the tramps givin head breakin offrap and rhyme that diddley-dogtwin one and two is tellin storiesbout beatin down niggas for the gloryhad to catch a plane that night and roll out of towneverybody gettin high tryin hard to clownI had to go shop fo its time to leaveI dipped to the mall, flipped me some jeansrolled on out like a playahot ass day, bitches everywhereI`m leanin` hard to the left like a big shotcheckin out the hoes seein who`ll get knockedcause when you fuck with $hort you get fucked quickI rub some cum on ya ass and make ya suck dickride through the ??old?? scene ??beamin it?? slowtalkin that shit five niggas on the fourdrive crazy, tryin to tear up shitit`s just anotha day in Oakland bitchit was me, Jaque, ??Beamin?? and ??Tilo????Boo-kicke?? slow-motion and ??PO??Spud, Ju-Ju, Frog and Big-EGettin high on our streetBug, Joe-A, Ce-Ce and Mark,rollin four deep from SobranI ParkHoward came through from the B-Townmotherfuckas gettin high it`s goin downit`s the same everyday everyday it`s the samebut that night we hit the hoop gamewho was playin: Seattle versus Golden Statehollered at the home boy Gary Paytonafter the game, we went to his houseNBA Jams, turned us outniggas talkin bout slammin bonesany kinda way to get your gamble onbet, all you kept hearin was betdice game on the pool table fuck that shitI ain`t goin outa town brokeI gotta have a bank get some dank to smokethink I`m gamblin, you must be insaneit started gettin late I had to catch that planeso I cut to the airportjust anotha day for Too ShortI was high as fuck on the airplanethinkin to myself about a street ganghow a black man`ll do you in a minutewalk around the corner see some shit and get in ithow the police always tryin to catch usfell asleep and woke up in Houston, Texasgangtas ass niggas from the fifth and the thirdtake yo ass there nigga fuck what ya heardnext night we did a show, in New Orleanssame gangstas same old sceneyellin at seventh at ninth wardI see my homies from the third and the fourthit was me Big Dog and the ??eight guard?? possehavin fun and you just can`t stop meI did a show in Birmingham, Alabamathen caught a plane in AtlantaI heard about the motherfuckin freaknickpopped that pussy hole fuck that weak shityou shoulda seen all the bitches on the streetniggas from Detroit was deepall my patnas from the `O` flew upand they was slangin that danky stuff