Lyrics Too $hort – Go $hort Dog

15 million, SoundScan
Let me think back, how it began
It was Ice Cube, me and Eazy-E
Produced Kid Rock and took him on tour with me

Go $hort Dog
Yeah, you know
Go $hort Dog
Yeah, go $hort Dog
Yeah that Too $hort shit go man
Go $hort Dog, give ’em what they want

Six platinum, four gold
People say «He hot, but he so old»
Who gives a fuck bitch, ’cause I’m so cold
I just bought a brand new Range Rove’
Benzes, Maserati
I done had every kind of big body
On «Rapper’s Ball», I was talkin’ twenties
It was ’97, you wasn’t even in your twenties (youngsta)

Go $hort Dog
Fo sho
Go $hort Dog
Fuck yeah, fo sho
Yeah, go $hort Dog
That shit go man
Go $hort Dog, give ’em what they want

I had a million dollar deal before you heard of one
75 Girls, bitch, I was havin’ fun
I use to be on the back of the bus
Bad mouth mothafucka, like to rap when I cuss
Sellin’ tapes (cassette tapes), sayin’ «Fuck you bitch»
Goddam, asshole, mothafucka, I’m rich
They said I’d never make it like that
But years later bitch, I’m still havin’ scratch
Ex-wives, mommas too
Little sisters, aunties, they all got screwed (yeah I fucked ’em)
I fucked ’em all, and didn’t give a fuck
They keep choosin’, they can’t get enough
Girls call me Todd, everywhere I go
You say «Too $hort», you know I rep The O
First homie with a platinum plaque, from The Town
You know who did that (Too $hort, bitch)

Go $hort Dog
Who got the most years in the game? Three decades baby
Go $hort Dog
More money, more songs, more shows, more bitches
Yeah, go $hort Dog
Go $hort Dog
Go $hort Dog
Go $hort Dog
Go $hort Dog, give ’em what they want