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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Too $hort
Too $hort
Vocals
Craig Love
Craig Love
Guitar
LRoc
LRoc
Keyboards
LaMarquis Jefferson
LaMarquis Jefferson
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
Songwriter
Craig Love
Craig Love
Songwriter
LaMarquis Jefferson
LaMarquis Jefferson
Songwriter
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Songwriter
James Elbert Phillips
James Elbert Phillips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Vinten
Mark Vinten
Recording Engineer
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Gary Fly
Gary Fly
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Producer
Taj "Mahal" Tilghman
Taj "Mahal" Tilghman
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I go on and on
Can't understand how I last so long
I must have super powers
Rap two hundred twenty-five thousand hours
Get it calculated, do the math
I made a thousand songs that made you move your ass
And for the last three hundred months
I made sixteen albums with me on the front and they bump
Where you get your beats?
I heard ninety-three rappers say "bitch" like me
Two singers and ten comedians
And I'm still gon' yell it every time you see me in
What's my favorite word? (Bitch)
Why they gotta say it like $hort? (Bitch)
You know they can't play on my court
Can't hang with the big dogs, stay on the porch
[Chorus]
Blow the whistle
Blow the whistle
Blow the whistle
Blow the whistle
[Verse 2]
Where you get that from?
Grab the mic, spit one, let me hit that blunt
Pimp-C, 8-Ball, and MJG
Keep spittin' that P to the I-M-P
Bun-B, that's Texas, baby
Ball and G, that's Memphis, baby
Short Dog, that's Oakland, baby
Ain't nothin' but pimpin' these days, G
My **** C got locked up
But these real hoes still know they gots to fuck
Give a fuck, **** what you say
Short Dog fuck with UGK
Do you really wanna be like me?
Spit game like Snoop and TIP
Pretty girls in the V.I.P
They came with Dre, they don't need ID
[Chorus]
Blow the whistle
Blow the whistle
Blow the whistle
Blow the whistle
[Verse 3]
Your mind is gone, your brain is blazed
You've been wide awake for the last three days
Poppin' pills, it goes down for real
Don't stop, just keep rollin' down hill
Crash and burn, can't stand, fall back
You're doin' too much, you can't handle all that
Man, it's been way too long
Time to let the whole world play your songs
Like me, my shit gets around
Leave the country, come back, and hit The Town
I'm in Miami, New York, and ATL
Houston and L.A., ask Dave Chappelle
'Bout my rich bitch, he got her from me
And made 50 million dollars, I'm proud of you, D
But I'm crazy, you don't wanna be like me
I come from East Oakland where the youngstas get hyphy, blow it
[Chorus]
Blow the whistle
Blow the whistle
Blow the whistle
Bitch
[Outro]
Too $hort
Up all night, baby
Album number sixteen
Y'all can't fuck wit' that
Written by: Craig Love, James Phillips, Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith, LRoc, LaMarquis Jefferson, Todd Shaw
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