In the Oaktown
You hear me talkin', you know I'm from the O-A-K
I tell it like it is and that's the only way
I'm the M, the A, the C, the K
I write my rhymes everyday
Now, all you one-rap rappers, what are you doin'?
I got so many raps, so just go right through 'em
My name is $hort, but I rap long rhymes
Hand me your mic, I do it all the time
Now, could you be like me? I hate to say it
It's like comparin' Mickey D's and Quick Ways
You only got three stores, I got the whole wide world
I get beeps every day from your favorite girl
But I'm such a dog, I never call the freak
Hit it once and she was just too weak
At my house I keep finer things
The candy paints got her sprung on my diamond rings
She could live like a queen if she was Mrs. Too $hort
Have two babies, get child support
But at this point she gets nothin' from me
I ain't fakin' it freak, I'm just makin' the beat
So don't dance, ride the strip
All day long playin' Too $hort hits
Pop in the tape and start ridin'
Silly young freak who started sidin' in the Oaktown
Oaktown, Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown
(In the Oaktown) Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown
Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown
Oaktown
Oak-Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown
See, I'm a true MC, I'm not a MC fool
I'm just rich and famous and way too cool
I get paid to rhyme and I do mean G's
You don't like my raps, don't buy 'em please
I give you no refund 'cause my bass is fat
Make it hit so hard, just like a punch in the back
It's that dope fiend beat, got my rap on your plate
Tryin' to bite my style and make a demo tape
Now, could you be like me or someone else?
Bass hittin' hard like the Freaky Tales
Oaktown style, it goes just like this
If you never heard me rap, don't trip
'Cause I hit the scene with my homie Too Clean
We slap hands like a tag team
Some people say, they don't like Cali' raps
People like that must be smokin' that crack
I rhyme good, it's been ten long years
Gettin' sick of all that stuff I always hear
"Too $hort can't rap, he's from the West Coast"
Between me and you, partner, I sell the most
So, let's take it to the stage and don't get scared
'Cause me and Too Clean, we come well-prepared
They call me,"Playboy $hort", and the girls I play
Every single day in the Oaktown
Oaktown, Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown
(In the Oaktown) Oaktown, Oak-Oaktown
Oak-Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown
Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown
Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown, Oak-Oaktown
Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown
Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown
I tell it like it is and that's the only way
I'm the M, the A, the C, the K
I write my rhymes everyday
Now, all you one-rap rappers, what are you doin'?
I got so many raps, so just go right through 'em
My name is $hort, but I rap long rhymes
Hand me your mic, I do it all the time
Now, could you be like me? I hate to say it
It's like comparin' Mickey D's and Quick Ways
You only got three stores, I got the whole wide world
I get beeps every day from your favorite girl
But I'm such a dog, I never call the freak
Hit it once and she was just too weak
At my house I keep finer things
The candy paints got her sprung on my diamond rings
She could live like a queen if she was Mrs. Too $hort
Have two babies, get child support
But at this point she gets nothin' from me
I ain't fakin' it freak, I'm just makin' the beat
So don't dance, ride the strip
All day long playin' Too $hort hits
Pop in the tape and start ridin'
Silly young freak who started sidin' in the Oaktown
Oaktown, Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown
(In the Oaktown) Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown
Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown
Oaktown
Oak-Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown
See, I'm a true MC, I'm not a MC fool
I'm just rich and famous and way too cool
I get paid to rhyme and I do mean G's
You don't like my raps, don't buy 'em please
I give you no refund 'cause my bass is fat
Make it hit so hard, just like a punch in the back
It's that dope fiend beat, got my rap on your plate
Tryin' to bite my style and make a demo tape
Now, could you be like me or someone else?
Bass hittin' hard like the Freaky Tales
Oaktown style, it goes just like this
If you never heard me rap, don't trip
'Cause I hit the scene with my homie Too Clean
We slap hands like a tag team
Some people say, they don't like Cali' raps
People like that must be smokin' that crack
I rhyme good, it's been ten long years
Gettin' sick of all that stuff I always hear
"Too $hort can't rap, he's from the West Coast"
Between me and you, partner, I sell the most
So, let's take it to the stage and don't get scared
'Cause me and Too Clean, we come well-prepared
They call me,"Playboy $hort", and the girls I play
Every single day in the Oaktown
Oaktown, Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown
(In the Oaktown) Oaktown, Oak-Oaktown
Oak-Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown
Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown
Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown, Oak-Oaktown
Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown
Oak-Oaktown, Oaktown, Oak-Oak-Oak-Oaktown
Credits
Writer(s): Todd Anthony Shaw, Alfred Eaton
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