Ant Banks - Way Too Real lyrics

[Too $hort] 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 long hair Sa**y nasty, young-a** 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, b**h Short Dog in the house Can't help but live real, you know what I mean? Tell you some sh**, though Been in the game for about 10 years or more Talking about sh** 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 f** 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, ho Or get played like dominoes I used to f** a b**h from San Jose Baby liked to freak all kind of ways 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 sh** But like a mack, I suprised her Dropped her a** 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 "b**h!" "Don't ever f** with Too $hort" (scratched 4x) ]From city to city, valley to valley Never seen another state on hit like Cali- Forn-I-A, 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 sh** Small talk, a lotta dumb sh** 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 k**ed For living way too real [Father Dom] Well I'm chilling and I'm willing like a villian I be k**ing 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 then 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 ho I'm making more dough than the average Joe Schmoe If she's fronting on the p**y then the ho 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 a** 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 (echos)