Too $hort (too Short) - Funkin Over Nuthin lyrics

[Intro: Too $hort, Interview Clips] It really hasn't been brought up too clearly The Luniz and Too $hort everything has been squashed Yeah we want everybody to know, that it's, you know The Oaktown ain't about this The media hypes up things when they're wrong But doesn't give enough praise when everything is going good We should just do a cut Don't even mention no beef or nothing Just drop it on 'em You know it's politics, that made it sound like that But it's all unified you see it's all Jesus b*tch! b*tch! b*tch! b*tch! b*tch! Man what's it all about? Ain't about sh** n***a call me up talking about man it's on Your n***as f**ing wit my n***as an it's on n***a what we fronting for? If it ain't about this money Ain't about this life an d**h n***a, sh** What's really going on? [Verse 1: Too $hort] Jumped all in a n***a's face front him on the spot Don't cross the game unless ya wanna get shot But who made the rules, do you recall? Who's the judge when it comes to this street law? Is it me? You? Or is it my crew? My n***as get down, your n***as do too Motherf**ers try to tell me don't f** my life Cause ain't nuthin' nice, ya gotta pay the price You know them dudes, walking in them same shoes It's brand new to you, but the game is used I got it from them old n***as, they so cool Now we just roll through, all the hoes know who Ballin' in town, don't front, it's too little Fake a** n***as get punked for your vittles So what's it all about? Think about it later To all you real gangsters, and all you perpetrators [Chorus x2: Harm] You've got me funkin' (funkin') Over nuthin' man (funkin mayne) Why ya wanna funk with me? (n***as funk over sh**!) (Speak on it boy!) [Verse 2: Yukmouth] Uh Sometimes you step in some sh** you can't get out of n***as who talk hella sh** is who I'm quick to sock the sh** out of Sniff powder, with all your hoes off my door Got em froze like Poconos, you're spendin all your dough On the average-a**, stanky a**, run a gank-a** f** everybody fast, just an Oakland-a** hoe Now I know why n***as wanna knock you out like Gla** Joe All that playa hatin' sh** ain't asked for You must got problems wit n***as makin they cash flow You gaffled your motherf**ing youngsters So go with your old a** flow, I gots to have jaw-jacked hoe Cuz some of n***as wonder why us playas do this On the under, caught up in some sh** I didn't have nuthin to do with The truth is, you know my funk is through [censored] So ride for a n***a if that n***a ain't gonna do sh** You wanna be a** pimp Getting your a** whipped is like an every year event, b**h Dig it [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3: Numskull] I'm too motherf**in much for myself So funkin' with n***as close to home is somethin' else If you ain't gonna blow a n***a head off, then that's the end it Concentrate on makin' mail and start spendin Now this is where my do it for myself begins Cause in '97 I ain't makin no new mutha f**in friends Now I got no enemies, I hold no grudges From now on I'm overseeing my own budget (For real!) We all did our dirt n***a, but now that's all forgiven Chris, you my n***a til the ending, and I started wit Dru (me too!) I started with Yuk (Smoke-A-Lot) You're all hangin with me, so I gives a f** Nummy-Num gone go ahead and drink his self to d**h n***a you wanna chop it up wit me, go through d**h yourself I ain't tryin to hear nuthin', instead of throwin away skrillion, n***a I'd rather be f**in, uh [Chorus 2x] [Verse 4: Too $hort] I signed my name on the dotted line, n***as know I did it first But when you first, you know you get it worse I s** the game up, I try to pa** it on n***as from the Bay, gettin' they cash on From Frisco, to Vallejo To the Big O, f** that yayo Hundred thousand units make a n***a half a million dollars If you sittin' on a grip, I have to holla at you later You can get rich in a minute Two words: Distribution, Independent Make an accapella you can hear every word I spit this game you never ever heard You know how you be quick to pop n***as These record companies be quick to rob n***as I say "$hort Dogg" and now they pay me Don't pay these youngsters and watch 'em get crazy [Chorus 4x] [Outro: Too $hort] f** around and run up in your sh** Yeah, that's the new thing going baby We runnin' up in record companies Writin' our own motherf**ing checks Sign on the dotted line n***a What you really gettin'? What's really going on? Watch out n***as in the town about to unite We going nationwide Oakland style, b**h! Oh you really thought that wasn't gonna happen? sh** Come on now