Too Short – Wild Wild West lyrics

Artist: Too $hort
Album: Players
Song: Wild Wild West

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Once upon a time there lived a man
In a place that's known as East Oakland
He can rap to the beat like all the rest
So rough hanging tough in the wild wild west
With his gansta waves and gangsta hoods
He made friends with dealers and crooks
And when the party was on you knew he had come
It is like Gladis Knight and its five oh ones
Walking right up to the dj man
And give another emcee's rap
Cuz they knew about him and his gangsta rap
The fact they just couldn't manage that
He was known around to be the best
So rough hanging tough in the wild wild west
In a land where whips will watch the car
Tell you everything and they still want more
Where live is only give and take
In a land where the strong control the fake
He was known around for all the time
Everybody went wild when he said his rhyme
Said his manly man would come out
With his gangsta ride his turn back side
Out like Jessie Jackson in a land
Where game that controls the lane
Yes the wild wild west that's the place
Suckers take a bite and don't even taste
The California lifestyle that I live
When the sun rolls out every chance it get
The wild wild west that's where you see
Emcee rappers make you look like wheat
Cuz you would never hang in the wild wild west
Without you hoopsta in the wild wild west
You can get down but I don't know where
You come out here you better act scare
Cuz we don't play don't come my way
When you sudden didn't fight you will say
Front me cuz you'll front yourself
I'll leave you standing there mad as that
You can rap your best that's what you do
You just can't hang and you know its true
Like a homeboy said its one two three
West coast raps to the beat
You got have a lot of game to spit that rap
I wanna put a little game to her just like that
Too $hort I thought you knew
You can't count three and then skip two
It just won't work but you might high
You the emcee from seventy five

Girls G.I.R.L.S. so fresh
Emcee rap through the wild wild west
Taking you the weed cuz we don't play
Sucker emcee's do you hear me say
Front me... front me...

Once upon a time there lived a man
In a place that's known as East Oakland
He can rap to the beat like all the rest
So rough hang tough in the wild wild west
With his non stop rapping and his west coast style
He had the whole dang party just going wild
Singing rhymes all time banging back
Turning eight out with the west coast rap
That's when the sucker emcee all came to be
Nothing but everyday sucker emcee's
They were all his friends all his