Текст песни: Too Short - Tell The Feds








Intro:



And it dont stop to the beat, baby

Funky fresh on the microphone

One time for your mind, beeyatch (beeyatch)

Short doggs in the motherfuckin house

Doin what we always do, a stack

(gettin money) gettin money (gettin money)



Chorus: too $hort, (slink capone)



Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(fuck a secret indictment, all I do is write shit)

Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(you got the wrong rappers, nigga you better tell em!!)

Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(tell em short, tell em!!!)

Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(ooooohhhhh!!!!!)



Verse one:



You broke the law, and you got caught

Got a good lawyer, case is bein fought

Life is full of choices, make em at the crossroads

If you had five, you already lost four

Straight apprehended, handcuffed and cant stand it

Dont wanna go to jail but you was caught redhanded

A felony, strike number two

Federal agents like, "what you wanna do? "

Make a choice, so you start to think back

Short dogg was a nigga that always rapped

Half my life ago, didnt sell no dope

I sold dope fiend music for your stereo

Sittin at the crossroads in 84

I knew hella motherfuckers that was slangin coke

Use to tell my homeboys, front me a sack

Postin me at the dopehouse dumpin the crack

My niggas wouldnt do it, I love em for that

Cos now I still rap and get paid to gat

Since 87, thats how the shit comes

We made two hundred thousand in six months

Sellin tapes not cakes, cheques kept comin

Fuck buyin *? boats? *, niggas makin hundreds

Legit, you think Im stupid, bitch

I bought a studio so I can do this shit



Chorus: too $hort, (slink capone)



Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(you got it twisted, bridget

Why pressin charges when Im depressin hard and shit)

Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(run tell em, tell em short, tell em)



Verse two:



I used to sell weed in high school, smoked the profit

I never sold *? company due? *, I cant knock it

Cos the inner city public school system is fucked

Go to class all day, you aint gettin enough

So at 3:15 its time to put in work

Buy you some dope and go hit the turf

Aint no scholarship, no rap contract

But a nigga get paid sellin hop and crack

I got lucky, its not a get-rich scheme

Ive been sellin rap tapes since I was 15

I told the oakland police, too many times

I make a lot of money doin pimp rhymes

I never sell drugs to jeopardise my freedom

You never could make me realise I need em

I went from hundreds, to hundreds to thousands, to millions

I know what police want, I feel em

Im always ballin right there in the hype

Instantly, dope dealer stereotype

But shit is serious, I know I never sold drugs

So why these motherfuckers tryin ta roll me up?

And smoke me, why? no one knows

The only thing I did wrong was fuck all ya hoes

I dont smoke coke blunts and sho dont sell em

Call the fbi, somebody please tell em



Chorus: too $hort, (slink capone)



Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(all you motherfuckers is lookin at us rock jewelery and shit

Thats all you are)

Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(somebody better tell em we got receipts)



Verse three:



Rap is brand new, not long ago

Made a billion dollars last year round the globe

Now all the little kids cant let it go

To the new millenium with a brand new flow

Too $hort baby straight from the o

If youre like me, youre tryin ta make some doe

Roll to the spot and try ta break a hoe

Pimp her real hard and then take it slow

When I rap to a bitch, Im a pro

I spit this game like never befo

Grab the microphone and always rock the show

Then I grab me a freak, tell her "keep it on the low"

If I take her to my house she wont say no

I burn rubber with the bitch in my fo-fifty-fo

California niggas drop the top and roll

Stare up at the mountains, wont see no snow

I go coast to coast smokin indo

If my bitch actin up, I fuck her friend so

Dont investigate me for sellin dope

If you see me rollin clean thru the ghetto

Im probably on my way to the studio

Probably playin somethin loud on the stereo

Short dogg, dont forget the funk motto:

free your mind and your ass will follow



Chorus: too $hort, (slink capone)



Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(were up yall in this motherfuckin holdin tank for hidin snitch ass

Niggas)

Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(nigga, I was promoted a tour of kentucky nigga, and d.c.)



Outro: slink capone



Pop this shit, be outta state, niggas is hella fake

Moms aint mess with the motherfuckin phone

My girl, shes fuckin up, God damn!

Nigga you better stop all that motherfuckin snitchin

Tell them motherfuckers we aint runnin no motherfuckin coke factory

Tell em, tell em!! tell em!!!

You better tell em!!!!

Let em know, tell em!!!!

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Intro:



And it dont stop to the beat, baby

Funky fresh on the microphone

One time for your mind, beeyatch (beeyatch)

Short doggs in the motherfuckin house

Doin what we always do, a stack

(gettin money) gettin money (gettin money)



Chorus: too $hort, (slink capone)



Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(fuck a secret indictment, all I do is write shit)

Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(you got the wrong rappers, nigga you better tell em!!)

Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(tell em short, tell em!!!)

Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(ooooohhhhh!!!!!)



Verse one:



You broke the law, and you got caught

Got a good lawyer, case is bein fought

Life is full of choices, make em at the crossroads

If you had five, you already lost four

Straight apprehended, handcuffed and cant stand it

Dont wanna go to jail but you was caught redhanded

A felony, strike number two

Federal agents like, "what you wanna do? "

Make a choice, so you start to think back

Short dogg was a nigga that always rapped

Half my life ago, didnt sell no dope

I sold dope fiend music for your stereo

Sittin at the crossroads in 84

I knew hella motherfuckers that was slangin coke

Use to tell my homeboys, front me a sack

Postin me at the dopehouse dumpin the crack

My niggas wouldnt do it, I love em for that

Cos now I still rap and get paid to gat

Since 87, thats how the shit comes

We made two hundred thousand in six months

Sellin tapes not cakes, cheques kept comin

Fuck buyin *? boats? *, niggas makin hundreds

Legit, you think Im stupid, bitch

I bought a studio so I can do this shit



Chorus: too $hort, (slink capone)



Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(you got it twisted, bridget

Why pressin charges when Im depressin hard and shit)

Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(run tell em, tell em short, tell em)



Verse two:



I used to sell weed in high school, smoked the profit

I never sold *? company due? *, I cant knock it

Cos the inner city public school system is fucked

Go to class all day, you aint gettin enough

So at 3:15 its time to put in work

Buy you some dope and go hit the turf

Aint no scholarship, no rap contract

But a nigga get paid sellin hop and crack

I got lucky, its not a get-rich scheme

Ive been sellin rap tapes since I was 15

I told the oakland police, too many times

I make a lot of money doin pimp rhymes

I never sell drugs to jeopardise my freedom

You never could make me realise I need em

I went from hundreds, to hundreds to thousands, to millions

I know what police want, I feel em

Im always ballin right there in the hype

Instantly, dope dealer stereotype

But shit is serious, I know I never sold drugs

So why these motherfuckers tryin ta roll me up?

And smoke me, why? no one knows

The only thing I did wrong was fuck all ya hoes

I dont smoke coke blunts and sho dont sell em

Call the fbi, somebody please tell em



Chorus: too $hort, (slink capone)



Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(all you motherfuckers is lookin at us rock jewelery and shit

Thats all you are)

Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(somebody better tell em we got receipts)



Verse three:



Rap is brand new, not long ago

Made a billion dollars last year round the globe

Now all the little kids cant let it go

To the new millenium with a brand new flow

Too $hort baby straight from the o

If youre like me, youre tryin ta make some doe

Roll to the spot and try ta break a hoe

Pimp her real hard and then take it slow

When I rap to a bitch, Im a pro

I spit this game like never befo

Grab the microphone and always rock the show

Then I grab me a freak, tell her "keep it on the low"

If I take her to my house she wont say no

I burn rubber with the bitch in my fo-fifty-fo

California niggas drop the top and roll

Stare up at the mountains, wont see no snow

I go coast to coast smokin indo

If my bitch actin up, I fuck her friend so

Dont investigate me for sellin dope

If you see me rollin clean thru the ghetto

Im probably on my way to the studio

Probably playin somethin loud on the stereo

Short dogg, dont forget the funk motto:

free your mind and your ass will follow



Chorus: too $hort, (slink capone)



Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(were up yall in this motherfuckin holdin tank for hidin snitch ass

Niggas)

Tell the feds we aint runnin no coke factory

(nigga, I was promoted a tour of kentucky nigga, and d.c.)



Outro: slink capone



Pop this shit, be outta state, niggas is hella fake

Moms aint mess with the motherfuckin phone

My girl, shes fuckin up, God damn!

Nigga you better stop all that motherfuckin snitchin

Tell them motherfuckers we aint runnin no motherfuckin coke factory

Tell em, tell em!! tell em!!!

You better tell em!!!!

Let em know, tell em!!!!

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