Too $hort — Get In Where You Fit In Video Version

[Verse 1: Too $hort] A lot of people try to be what they can't be And when you be like that you just can't see What life is all about Put a roof on your head, put some food on your mouth 'Cause in the long [?] you got nothin' to prove Life to me is like funkin' a groove You gotta get right in where you belong Find the right mix, and write a song And don't try to stand all out Frontin' on them young girls, runnin' yo mouth You gotta; get yo money on all the time Althought you put two 11's on bust them rhymes You gotta hustle, to get every dime you can 'Cause it's hard on a black man Now how many punks try to come to the hood Hang around and try to get in good How many unemployed bitshots do you know? How many pimps ain't got no hoes? You said "Baby must be rich", 'cause she looked it When outside she was ridin' in a bucket With two kids in the welfare check Fat bank, roll the food stank, you know what's next Let's have sex, I rather do it by myself [?] [Verse 2: Father Dom] And I just squeeze up Grab the microphone, another freeze up In case you didn't know, we got skeezas Ready to just please us, oh Jesus (You know they need us) With the dib-dib-dab man, pimpin' is a hobby Got a boat float of girls downstairs And a lobby and you can't be actin' sobby, we ain't havin' that So pour some Gin over ice, she's feelin' nice so we doin' that I'm steppin' over to a smooth lead The way I'm kickin' this game, my nickname should be Bruce Lee I'm in [?], sayin' what she wanna hear My breath's fully loaded with chronic and beer But oh wait, I really should redeeme myself But see, I'm stuck on [?] like a [?] See, um, I got the cash but the money ain't nothin' See, I gets respects from the rhymes I be bustin' And if you got a question we can settle it like [?] But if not, my homies goin' in this penaltin' And pullin' out a big fat cannon And if you wanna run, [?] tripped to [?] So act like you know when we flow All we really wanna know is can you get in where you fit in? And I pretendin' So all you fakestas jams for you So $hort Dogg and my end: (you know it do) [Verse 2: Too $hort] Get in where you fit in, fool You was a mark up at the high school Now you're hardcore like CB4 Biting, what you wanna be me for? It's your life, you wish it was a Too $hort rap But you gots no game, and your bass ain't fat You need to quit, rapping just ain't your place So back on the grind and don't catch no case You just silly, that's what you always be Like them young female that try to get with me I run all up in it but this ain't no race I (censored) right in her face You probably wine her and dine her And get jealous when you can't find her You're nothing but a mark I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, punk! You better watch your back Before you get jacked by a gangsta with a gat Cause Life is Too $hort, I'm In the House like that Shorty the Pimp, was Born to Mack And I don't stop rapping, one thing I never do Is stop making this funky-ass beats to ride to And other rap crews can see Dangerous Crew got the funky beats So when I see ya, and act like I don't know ya I'm like Missouri, cause I can show ya Why is my beat so funky it stanks? Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant Banks You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew You might of just learned, but it ain't that new What happened to your funk, did you lose it? Or did you get ganked by Dangerous Music? We stole all your money, and all your songs Did you like a tramp and then sent you back home One punk came and went Had to fire, yo, but I'm still a pimp (MC) Lawrence (The fake gangsta) Would've never came up without the Bad-Ass Banksta (you little punk) Now he's gonna play on out ('Cause he's a mark) Had to put his fat foot in his mouth (You fat trick) Quick to say "I'm sorry" when you're funny Y'all can have him, cause Dangerous don't want him Can tell a lie almost every other minute I'm like Bennett, I ain't in it Go on with your reject rap attack You'll get more from a prize in a Cracker Jack And since Banks said he can't have no more funk (Hell naw) Get in where you fit in, punk [Outro: Too $hort and (Ant Banks)] Ah, no, did I get him, did I get him? Wait! (Yeah you got him) It's the end?? (Yeah, it's cool right there) It don't end right there, it didn't use to end right there