These Are The Tales Lyrics - Chase The Cat - Too $hort

These are the tales 

These are the tales that I tell so well 

(Tune in to the History Channel) 

These are the tales 

(Learn a lesson biatch) 

These are the tales that I tell so well 

(Short Dog) 

I'm thinkin' 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 sayin' my name 

I had a record player on my stereo 

Got down on my knees with my radio 

From Oakland, California with some new shit 

I'm Sir Too Short, I'm bout to do this 

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In 1981, that's where it all begun 

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

Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too Short and Freddy B 

Money in my pocket's all I ever need 

It was me, Fred B and Freddy Brack 

Dipped the sermon sticks then we smoked them phat 

While we rapped about the bitches and all the ho's 

Can't be in the hole tryin' 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 puttin' in work, biatch 

In '83 you hit a house party 

A dolla' get you in and a dolla' fo' a drink 

I'm on the turntable smokin' get-right 

And at mid-night I'll be rappin' on the mic 

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I did the same thang, for the next two years 

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

When I was Sixteen, I want'd to be a mack 

I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black 

Young ballers in the town livin' real phat 

Never had the sack but I smoked a little crack 

Crushed up in the weed, we call 'em bass rock Caddies 

Goin' on them grimmies 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 fifteen years since that shit happened 

But Too Short don't stop rappin' 

In '85, I was on the right page 

Ten thousand niggaz, 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 makin' records but wasn't makin' money 

You can take it seriously or you can think it's 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 platinums in a row, Ice Cube and Cool J 

Who else did that shit? Short Dog from the Bay 

These ho's try to play it safe 

But I been mackin' hard since eighty-eight 

And from eighty-nine to ninety-six 

I was rappin' on the mic talkin' shit about a bitch 

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

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

I say "Bitch get naked" so pimpishly 

Spit rhymes through decades and centuries 

And bitches just love my dirty mouth 

When I see you again I'ma cuss you out, biatch! 

That's my gift, now all you rappers get to say that shit 

I wont sue you, but that's the trademark 

I was a grown ass man when you was playin' in the park lil' nigga 

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 bitch but you can't have my flow 

I guest appeared on 47 albums 

Fuck McDonald and fuck Calvin 

I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York 

I get respect, they call me Too Short 

I live swell in ATL, 'cause I'm a player 

We fuckin' hella ho's at X House in Decatur where it's greater 

You know how we ride 

I got love for all niggaz from the EastSide 

It was me, Ant Banks and Shorty B 

All we need to do is find my nigga PeeWee 

We used to be on Murdel Street makin' funky songs 

If you see him tell him Short said it's back on 

Let's get this money, midwest down South 

East coast, West coast ride out, biatch 

These are the tales 

(That's my gift to rap) 

These are the tales that I tell so well 

(You can have that word, say bitch all you want) 

These are the tales 

(All you regular fake ass niggas) 

These are the tales that I tell so well 

(You finally get to have Too Short's bitch, trick)