Lyrics:

That's right, album number ten, Short Dawg's in the house It's gettin close to the end y'all But we gonna kick it like this on the last album Verse One: Too $hort Now let me holler at ya partner, spit this game in you ear for a minute, quit complaining Bout how you can't spend it cause you ain't got it You got what it takes but not enough to get started I hope you get the message, no it's not a test it's Just me ridin legit, they can't arrest me or bust me I'm still hungry, I want some more stuff Get fat and watch my whole crew blow up So get yours, and buy my new album Peep the game and don't be like Calvin Get everything you want, get real, get you mail Get your girl to make bail and get your ass out of jail You should be gettin it, everything you want Everything you dreamed of, never have to front you should be gettin it, gettin money I'm talking bout you black, don't laugh it aint funny You should get a good lawyer, like Johnny Cochran Swear to tell the truth, hell no I didn't pop him Get your kids in school, so they can get an education Get a degree, and take a vacation You see I got all my game from the streets of California Young millionaire with no high school diploma Livin real good, taking care of my folks roll up a fat one for the players to smoke Short Dawg in the house, I know you aint trippin Cause Life is Too $hort you gotta Get In Where You Fit In Stop looking for what you never seem to find It ain't what you think you got to read between the lines Cause life ain't long, for a young black man Tryin to make money doing all he can Sellin dope don't ya hope he would go to class But the boy makes money and he makes it fast wit