Short But Funky
Life is too short, but now it's kind of funky
I make the beats for me and my homies
Newspaper reporters and others always ask me
Why I'm X-rated and I rap so nasty
When I was a teen, I did nothin' else
But pick up a pen and express myself
The things I wrote were obscene and kind of dirty
But mama always said the truth couldn't hurt me
She also said that it would set me free
I guess she was R-I-G-H-T on the nail
'Cause now I'm out making my mail
It all started out from a freaky tale
If that's what sells, then I'm a stick with it
Short Dog ain't changing, so forget it
You can sell out if you want to, homie
But I'ma stay short but funky
Funky, funky
Funky
Funky, funky
Funky
It don't stop, just call it verse two
It's Short Dog baby from the Dangerous Crew
Not your average everyday fake rap on the micro'
I might say something that your mother don't like so
Don't play it loud if she's around to see
But you can play this 'cause it's rated PG
When I'm rated X I'm just having my fun
I bring a smile to each and every one
But there's a serious side in everything I say
Life is too short for you to wait 'til the next day
Just straighten up your life and you can start right here
Drop the cocaine and the bottles of beer
People always say it ain't right to preach
But take my advice, get wise and reach for the sky
So you can live like a king, homie
And I'ma stay short but funky
Funky, funky
Funky
Funky, funky
Funky
Funky, funky
Funky
Funky, funky
Funky
You never catch me on the mic rappin' a dance tune
I like it kind of mellow with the sound of the bass boom
The style is mine, I've been doing it for ten
You might say it's simple, but I'm making my ends
See, I don't trip on a punk 'cause I jack him
Too $hort plus the cuss words equals platinum
What would I look like dancing on a stage?
I wave my hand and do it like the old days
But some dumb fool want to take it out of hand
With 50 million dancers and a big old band
That ain't me, I'm from the old school
Play the instrumental, get the mic, and I'm cool
'Cause I'm an Oaktown mack, and it's like that, so
It all comes out in my records and my stage show
In my category, I'm the one and only
And I'ma stay short but funky (funky)
Funky (hey Al, that's it), funky
Funky
Funky (baby Jesus), funky
Funky
Funky, funky
Funky
Funky, funky (Dog baby from the Dangerous Crew)
Funky
Funky, funky
Funky
Funky, funky
Fu-funky
Funky, funky
I make the beats for me and my homies
Newspaper reporters and others always ask me
Why I'm X-rated and I rap so nasty
When I was a teen, I did nothin' else
But pick up a pen and express myself
The things I wrote were obscene and kind of dirty
But mama always said the truth couldn't hurt me
She also said that it would set me free
I guess she was R-I-G-H-T on the nail
'Cause now I'm out making my mail
It all started out from a freaky tale
If that's what sells, then I'm a stick with it
Short Dog ain't changing, so forget it
You can sell out if you want to, homie
But I'ma stay short but funky
Funky, funky
Funky
Funky, funky
Funky
It don't stop, just call it verse two
It's Short Dog baby from the Dangerous Crew
Not your average everyday fake rap on the micro'
I might say something that your mother don't like so
Don't play it loud if she's around to see
But you can play this 'cause it's rated PG
When I'm rated X I'm just having my fun
I bring a smile to each and every one
But there's a serious side in everything I say
Life is too short for you to wait 'til the next day
Just straighten up your life and you can start right here
Drop the cocaine and the bottles of beer
People always say it ain't right to preach
But take my advice, get wise and reach for the sky
So you can live like a king, homie
And I'ma stay short but funky
Funky, funky
Funky
Funky, funky
Funky
Funky, funky
Funky
Funky, funky
Funky
You never catch me on the mic rappin' a dance tune
I like it kind of mellow with the sound of the bass boom
The style is mine, I've been doing it for ten
You might say it's simple, but I'm making my ends
See, I don't trip on a punk 'cause I jack him
Too $hort plus the cuss words equals platinum
What would I look like dancing on a stage?
I wave my hand and do it like the old days
But some dumb fool want to take it out of hand
With 50 million dancers and a big old band
That ain't me, I'm from the old school
Play the instrumental, get the mic, and I'm cool
'Cause I'm an Oaktown mack, and it's like that, so
It all comes out in my records and my stage show
In my category, I'm the one and only
And I'ma stay short but funky (funky)
Funky (hey Al, that's it), funky
Funky
Funky (baby Jesus), funky
Funky
Funky, funky
Funky
Funky, funky (Dog baby from the Dangerous Crew)
Funky
Funky, funky
Funky
Funky, funky
Fu-funky
Funky, funky
Credits
Writer(s): Randy Muller, Keenan D. Foster, Damon D. Edwards
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