Tell The Feds Lyrics - Too $hort

And it don't stop to the beat, baby 

Funky Fresh on the microphone 

One time for your mind, beeyatch 

(Beeyatch) 

$hort Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house 

Doin' what we always do, a stack 

(Gettin' money) 

Gettin' money 

(Gettin' money) 

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory 

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

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory 

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

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory 

(Tell 'em $hort, tell 'em) 

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory 

(Ooh) 

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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 can't stand it 

Don't 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 

$hort Dogg was a nigga that always rapped 

Half my life ago, didn't 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 

Photos 

My niggas wouldn't do it, I love 'em for that 

'Cuz now I still rap and get paid to gat 

Since '87, that's 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 I'm stupid, bitch 

I bought a studio so I can do this shit 

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory 

(You got it twisted, Bridget 

Why pressin' charges when I'm depressin' hard and shit) 

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory 

(Run tell 'em, tell 'em $hort, tell 'em) 

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

I never sold company due, I can't knock it 

'Cuz the inner city public school system is fucked 

Go to class all day, you ain't gettin' enough 

So at 3: 15 it's time to put in work 

Buy you some dope and go hit the turf 

Ain't no scholarship, no rap contract 

But a nigga get paid sellin' hop and crack 

I got lucky, it's not a get-rich scheme 

I've 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 jeopardize my freedom 

You never could make me realize I need 'em 

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

I know what police want, I feel 'em 

I'm 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 don't smoke coke blunts and sho' don't sell 'em 

Call the FBI, somebody please tell 'em 

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory 

(All you motherfuckers is lookin' at us rock jewelery and shit 

That's all you are) 

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory 

(Somebody better tell 'em we got receipts) 

Rap is brand new, not long ago 

Made a billion dollars last year 'round the globe 

Now all the little kids can't let it go 

To the new millennium with a brand new flow 

Too $hort baby straight from the O 

If you're like me, you're 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, I'm 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 won't 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, won't see no snow 

I go coast to coast smokin' indo 

If my bitch actin' up, I fuck her friend so 

Don't investigate me for sellin' dope 

If you see me rollin clean through the ghetto 

I'm probably on my way to the studio 

Probably playin' somethin' loud on the stereo 

$hort Dogg, don't forget the funk motto 

'Free your mind and your ass will follow' 

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory 

(We're up y'all in this motherfuckin' holdin' tank 

Sor hidin' snitch ass niggas) 

Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory 

(Nigga, I was promoted a tour of Kentucky nigga and D.C.) 

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

Moms ain't mess with the motherfuckin' phone 

My girl, she's fuckin' up, goddamn 

Nigga you better stop all that motherfuckin' snitchin' 

Tell them motherfuckers 

We ain't runnin' no motherfuckin' coke factory 

Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em 

You better tell 'em 

Let 'em know, tell 'em