Everybody knows you don't (Everybody knows you don't) Fall in love in the club, fall in love in the mud Everybody knows it but (Everybody knows it but) You're not like everyone, you're not like everyone (Yeah) Used a little too much (Yeah) Laced a little too much (Yeah) I like it when you touch Feelin' all on my butt Feelin' all on my-, put a little too much (Yeah) Vibe a little too much (Yeah) I feel it when we touch And I'm hoping that you feel it too, uh-uh-uh (Hoping that you feel it too, uh-uh-uh) Hoping that you feel it too, uh-uh-uh (Hoping that you feel it too, uh-uh-uh Uh, uh-uh-uh) All these people around us, they only want to drown us But, I drown when I go down When I go down, you sound a- -Mazing, I know how you like it, yeah Tasting, I know how to bite it, yeah You got all your favorite fragrance on I'm just thinking of ways to take it all off (Yeah) Lighting up on my blunt She don't like when I front Kiss the lips on her face Lick the lips on her, ugh Give you just what you want I don't wanna rush and say that this is love, but I feel it when we touch And I'm hoping that you feel it too, uh-uh-uh (Hoping that you feel it too, uh-uh-uh) Hoping that you feel it too, uh-uh-uh (Hoping that you feel it too, uh-uh-uh Uh, uh-uh) I don't care that they watchin' Free love don't happen often Life's too short to be cautious Cross my heart love a promise Many people had to find me here Don't let go, now pull me tighter, yeah I got all my favorite fragrance on I feel your tension, time to take it off My body's a little numb, feel the motivation Kiss the lips on my face Lick the lips on my, uh Pull this under my lungs I don't wanna rush and say that this is love, but I feel it when we touch And I'm hoping that you feel it too, uh-uh-uh (Hoping that you feel it too, uh-uh-uh) Hoping that you feel it too, uh-uh-uh (Hoping that you feel it too, uh-uh-uh Uh, uh-uh-uh) Hoping that you feel it Hoping that you feel it too Hoping that you feel it too Hoping that you feel it too Feel it too, uh (Yeah) Uh-uh-uh

Funky fresh on the motherfuckin' microphone, bitch And it don't stop to the beat, baby Oakland, California is in the house, bitch I tell you, nobody does it better than Too Short I got so many raps, I know you can't have more 'Cause I grew up on the mic, I spent my whole life Writin' raps, late at night And I never would make no fake LP's Sucker MC's don't make no G's They make weak, weak raps and need to quit Twenty-two songs and only three on hit Frontin' on me like you want some Better sell a million records, go platinum 'Cause I wouldn't waste my time on a one-rap rapper You wanna get with me, you gotta climb that ladder But you ain't nothin' but a joke Rappers make money, tell me why are you broke? We get paid like a motherfucker and we get A brand-new house full of brand-new shit A brand-new car in my brand-new driveway I always keep the top down on the highway Too Short, baby, known everywhere Had a life-long dream to be a player Way too cold at a younger age It was everyday, just make that pay Twelve years later, you're still in the game And you never talk down on a player's name 'Cause I'm Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short You see, I'm fresh like always with funky beats I say what's up to the brothers on 10th Street It's goin' down in the Oakland town Home of the infamous Too Short sound So keep your jealous-ass thoughts in your diary And if you're lookin' for a leader, you can hire me And if your so-called boss don't pay The only thing you need to say Is "I quit, I'm through with you" Pack up your raps and join the Dangerous Crew We got more beats than the average Joe And a twenty-four-track studio So forget what you heard and we'll see it's on Oakland, California can't leave me alone 'Cause I'm the most rappin', most rhymin' Sold my drop-top but I'm still high-sidin' I'm Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short Now that I've established my career I wanna help some other brothers out here Hook'em up and let 'em make some dough Flip Benzes and turn out shows 'Cause Oakland got talent, fool MC's in elementary school Not to mention musicians and singers And Shorty B with his magical fingers We get funky like skunk weed Light it up, hit it and get keed This dope fiend beat will get you high If it don't go gold too soon, I'll cry If the bass ain't deep, somethin's wrong It must not be a real Too short song 'Cause the first thing I do when I make my tape Is drop a few kicks from my eight o eight And when my tapes hit the store, they sell so quick You can tell by my big fat royalty check It's just a dangerous thing when I'm on the mic And the local police don't even like The way we hit your town, it's so funny It's all about makin' big money So before I go, you should remember this Motherfuck you, damn shit-head bitch Cause I'm Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short

I woke up this mornin' and none of the news was good And death machines were rumblin' 'cross the ground where Jesus stood And the man on my TV told me that it had always been that way And there was nothin' anyone could do or say And I almost listened to him Yeah, I almost lost my mind Then I regained my senses again And looked into my heart to find That I believe that one fine day all the children of Abraham Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem Well maybe I'm only dreamin' and maybe I'm just a fool But I don't remember learnin' how to hate in Sunday school But somewhere along the way I strayed and I never looked back again But I still find some comfort now and then Then the storm comes rumblin' in And I can't lay me down And the drums are drummin' again And I can't stand the sound But I believe there'll come a day when the lion and the lamb Will lie down in peace together in Jerusalem And there'll be no barricades then There'll be no wire or walls And we can wash all this blood from our hands And all this hatred from our souls And I believe that on that day all the children of Abraham Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem

I am Kilrain and I'm a fightin' man And I come from County Clare And the Brits would hang me for a Fenian So I took me leave of there And I crossed the ocean in the Arrianne The vilest tub afloat And the captain's brother was a railroad man And he met us the boat So I joined up with the 20th Maine Like I said my friend I'm a fighting man And we're marchin' south in the pouring rain And we're all goin' down to Dixieland I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine And we fight for Chamberlain 'Cause he stood right with us when the Johnnies came Like a banshee on the wind When the smoke cleared out of Gettysburg Many a mother wept For many a good boy died there, sure And the air smelted just like death I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine And I'd march to hell and back again For Colonel Joshua Chamberlain We're all goin' down to Dixieland I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine And I damn all gentlemen Whose only worth is their father's name And the sweat of a workin' man Well we come from the farms and the city streets And a hundred foreign lands And we spilled our blood in the battle's heat Now we're all Americans I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine And did I tell you friend I'm a fightin' man And I'll not be back this way again 'Cause we're all goin' down to Dixieland

If you're all alone And you need someone Call me up And I'll come running Reconsider me Reconsider me If it's still the past That makes you doubt Darlin', that was then And this is now Reconsider me Reconsider me And I'll never make you sad again Cause I swear that I've changed since then And I promise that I'll never make you cry Let's let bygones Be forgotten Reconsider me Reconsider me You can go and be What you want to be And it'll be alright If we disagree I'm the one who cares And I hope you'll see That I'm the one who loves you Reconsider me Let's let bygones Be forgotten Reconsider me Reconsider me And I'll never make you sad again 'Cause I swear I've changed since then And I'll never make you sorry if you'll try And I'll never make you sad again 'Cause I swear that I've changed since then And I promise that I'll never make you cry

Keep your eyes on them rolling wheels 15 solid forward gears They glide like butterflies down the highway They'll move you down the line They'll bring you home in time They'll sing you songs of love returning Oh, our brother's gone away Now he can't play like he used to But his words still ring true They curl like dust clouds on the roadside He's been broken by a heart But still does not live apart From all the sorrow he has shown me Oh, our brother's gone away Don't you wish that he could stay? To walk you to the county line To see you shining in your time Don't you wish there was a way? Like a kid who's been out throwing stones Into a river close to home I've taught myself to trust the melody So I sing when I've got the time First to lose and then to find If I don't make it, don't you worry Oh, our brother's gone away Don't you wish that he could stay? To walk you to the county line To see you shining in your time Don't you wish there was a way? Oh, our brother's gone away Don't you wish that he could stay? To see you finally settled down To see your children gathered round Don't you wish there was a way?