These Are The Tales (Explicit)

These Are The Tales (Explicit) - Too $hort

Written by：Stuart Jordan/Todd Anthony Shaw/Xavier E. Hargrove

These are the tales

These are the tales

Tune in to the history channel

These are the tales learn a lesson b**ch

These are the tales that I tell so well short dog

I'm thinking way back it's been a long long time

In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme

I like to spit a lot of game

But back then I was just saying my name

I had a record player on my stereo

Got down on my knees with my radio

From Oakland California with some new sh*t

I'm sir too short I'm bout to do this

In 1981 that's where it all begun

We do it for the money we don't rap for fun

Five dollar's for a tape too short and Freddy be

Money in my pocket's all I ever need

It was me Fred B and Freddy B rack

Dipped the sermon sticks then we smoked them phat

While we rapped about the b**ches and all the ho's

Can't be in the hole trying to ball without vogues

In '82 you was in the game

With a falcon cougar or a mustang

Me and Freddy B used to hit the turfs

With a bag of tapes putting in work b**ch

In '83 you hit a house party

A dollar get you in and a dollar for a drink

I'm on the turntable smoking get right

And at mid night I'll be rapping on the mic

I did the same thing for the next two years

That's why they say my name when I come through here

When I was 16 I wanted to be a Mack

I went to Fremont high with lil' D and black

Young ballets in the town living real phat

Never had the sack but I smoked a little crack

Crushed up in the w**d we call em bass rock caddies

Going on them grimaces make them ho's call me daddy

These are the tales these are the tales that I tell so well

These are the tales these are the tales that I tell so well

It's been 15 years since that sh*t happened

But too short don't stop rapping

In '85 I was on the right page

Ten thousand niggards short live on stage

Underground tapes was all they ever heard

But the whole crowd sang along with me word for word

And that changed everything

Went to seventy five girls and hooked up with dean

Real player ism and that's no joke

Snort a lot of coke with ho's that like to smoke

I was making records but wasn't making money

You can take it seriously or you can think its funny

By '87 I was on my own started dangerous music

And I made the song these are the tales the freaky tales

No radio or video or CD sales

Six platinum's in a row ice cube and cool J

Who else did that sh*t short dog from the bay

These ho's try to play it safe

But I been macing hard since eighty eight

And from eighty nine to ninety six

I was rapping on the mic talking sh*t about a b**ch

I'll retire 10 times and I'll still be here

My old records sell about a half a mil' a year

I say b**ch get naked so pimpishly

Spit rhymes through decades and centuries

And b**ches just love my dirty mouth

When I see you again I'm cuss you out b**ch

That's my gift now all you rappers get to say that sh*t

I won't sue you but that's the trademark

I was a grown ass man when you was playing in the park lil' niggle

These are the tales these are the tales that I tell so well

These are the tales these are the tales that I tell so well

Now I'm in Atlanta I still love the O

I gave you my b**ch but you can't have my flow

I guest appeared on 47 albums

F**k McDonald's and f**k Calvin

I get money with Crick sermon when I'm in New York

I get respect they call me too short

I live swell in A T L cause I'm a player

We f**king Bella ho's at X house in decatur where it's greater

You know how we ride

I got love for all niggards from the east side

It was me ant banks and shorty be

All we need to do is find my niggle peewee

We used to be on murder street making funky songs

If you see him tell him short said its back on

Lets get this money Midwest down south

East coast west coast ride out b**ch

Too short talking over hook

That's my gift to rap you can have that word

Say b**ch all you want all you regular fake ass niggards

You finally get to have too short's b**ch trick