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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Too $hort
Too $hort
Vocals
Rappin' 4-Tay
Rappin' 4-Tay
Vocals
MC Breed
MC Breed
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Forté
Anthony Forté
Songwriter
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
Songwriter
Taj "Mahal" Tilghman
Taj "Mahal" Tilghman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Too $hort
Too $hort
Mixing Engineer
Shorty B
Shorty B
Producer
Ant Banks
Ant Banks
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You see, you never talk down on a player, I'll spray ya
Then break you down to your knee, you best to say a prayer
This funk been a part of my life ever since the startin' gate
Remember me and my **** $hort Dog way back in '88?
[Verse 2]
Broke them bitches down with some sexual healing
And man, The Town ain't been the same since "Don't Fight the Feelin'"
But now you new booty, stayed off in this game on a accident
Copied another ****'s style
Punk, don't let this rap shit get you broke off
'Cause see, it's potent like that ain't right
Finally, made a name for yourself, but don't believe the hype
[Verse 3]
Fool, who you think opened the door for your producer?
If it wasn't for the Dog and them hogs, you wouldn't have a future
And let me add that I could never be scared of ya
Rappin' 4, born and raised off in that Bay Area
Stickin' to that ass like a hot bowl of grits
Hits on top of hits, who you think started this shit?
[Verse 4]
Never talk down on a player
Unless you're ready to be straight labeled as a hater
Save a bitch in a minute for a nut
It's the 4 and the Dog
Got you fiendin' with this funk, ****
[Verse 5]
Never talk down on a player
Unless you're ready to be straight labeled as a hater
Save a bitch in a minute for a what?
It's the 4 and the Dog
Got you fiendin' on this funk, ****
[Verse 6]
It's goin' down right now, California mackin' at its best
Somethin' for my **** on the grind from the West
Cali is my home but it's just like yours
**** love to get money while they fuck they whores
[Verse 7]
Hit all the parties, and do the same old shit
Bitches gettin' broke 'cause the game don't quit
I had a flashback, it was the Oakland Raiders at the Coliseum
We ain't nothin' but players
[Verse 8]
Diamonds glistenin', hoes whistlin'
Bitches know my name, 'cause it's a natural thing
I had to bend a corner, really didn't wanna
Punk, you's a goner, heard you was on a
[Verse 9]
Stick up mission, triple-beam in the kitchen
Never shot nobody but I'm damn sure itchin' to blast you
'Cause in your dream you shot me
Then you woke up and found out you can't stop me
[Verse 10]
You see, you never talk down on a player
Unless you're ready to be straight labeled as a hater
Save a bitch in a minute for a nut
It's the 4 and the Dog
Got you fiendin' on this funk, ****
[Verse 11]
Never talk down on a player
Unless you're ready to be straight labeled as a hater
Save a bitch in a minute for a what?
It's the 4 and the Dog
Got you fiendin' on this funk, bitch
[Verse 12]
If buckin' a motherfucker on the mic be a crime
Best believe the police got a APB out on mine
Because I gots more disguises than that fool Inspector Gadget
I'm not a witch, but crystal ball let me have it, ah
[Verse 13]
I seen player hatin' way back from the gate
Now everybody wanna be a P-L-A-Y-A
Why lie to yourself and play the role of a simp
Knowin' damn well your bitch bought Shorty the Pimp?
Because they smile in your face
And all the while them motherfuckers wanna take your place
[Verse 14]
That's right, 4, we from the old school
Been doin' shows, been comin' tight in studios
Songs on the radios, interviews and laughs
Up at the mall signin' autographs
[Verse 15]
And ain't nothin' gon' change in '96
'Cause this pimp gotta mack all the finest bitches
And get paid from the game
So they never talk down on a player's name
[Verse 16]
You never talk down on a player
Unless you're ready to be straight labeled as a hater
Save a bitch in a minute for a nut
It's the 4 and the Dog
Got you fiendin' on this funk, ****
[Verse 17]
Never talk down on a playa
Unless you're ready to be straight labeled as a hater
Save a bitch in a minute for a what?
It's the 4 and the Dog
Got you fiendin' on this funk, bitch
[Verse 18]
4-Tay, $hort Dog, and Breed like this, check me out now
Never that, run it back, sayin' Breed is hatin' you
Takin' you to another level, ****, makin' you
We got plenty hoes in the back screamin' "Okay!"
Breed fuckin' 'round with 4-Tay
[Verse 19]
Ice like T out to get paid
$hort Dog bringin' hoes to the pimpery
I be faded off this Tanqueray daily
**** wanna play me but plenty of bitches pay me
[Verse 20]
Over all, I balls more and none test
I keep a gun and I put two off in a ****'s chest
And see coincide within the same heartbeat
That's right, now give a motherfucker five feet
Further information, I get into meditation
Now that I have your ass shakin', I conclude, my calculation is
[Verse 21]
You never talk down on a player
Unless you're ready to be straight labeled as a hater
Save a bitch in a minute for a nut
It's the 4 and the Dog
Got you fiendin' on this funk, ****
[Verse 22]
Never talk down on a player
Unless you're ready to be straight labeled as a hater
Save a bitch in a minute for a what?
It's the 4 and the Dog
Got you fiendin' on this funk, bitch
[Verse 23]
Never talk down on a player
Unless you're ready to be straight labeled as a hater
Save a bitch in a minute for a nut
It's the 4 and the Dog
Got you fiendin' on this funk, ****
[Verse 24]
Never talk down on a playa
Unless you're ready to be straight labeled as a hater
Save a bitch in a minute for a what?
It's the 4 and the Dog
Got you fiendin' on this funk, bitch
Written by: Anthony Forté, Eric Breed, Stuart Jordan, Taj "Mahal" Tilghman, Todd Shaw
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