I remember how it all began
I used to sing dirty raps to my East Side fans
Back then I knew ya couldn’t stop this rap
No M.C. could rock like that
Then the new style came, the bass got deeper
Ya gave up the mike and bought you a beeper
Do ya wanna rap or sell coke?
Brothers like you ain’t never been broke
People wanna say it’s just my time
Brothers like me had to work for mine
Eight years on the mike and I’m not jokin’
Sir Too Short comin’ straight from Oakland
California, home of the rock
Eight woofers in the trunk, beatin’ down the block
Short dog, I’m that rappin’ man
I said it before and I ’ll say it again
