Don't Fight The Intro Lyrics

Say, hoe...yeah! you...
Can I ask you a question?
Can you get in where you fit in, bitch?

Get mad if you want, I won't front
Cause I got a new tape and it's full of bumps
So roll you raps over they all out-dated
Too , baby, comin' straight x-rated
Oakland funk is all on this tape
You heard seven get ready for eight
That's right, bitch,
said eight of them
Don't belive me?
Start countin' while I name them
Don't stop rappin'
Girl, that's your life
Talkin' about smokin' that gla*s-pipe
Players? was the wickedest
And that's the realler
But I still came hard on coke-dealers
Raw, uncut & x-rated? 'born to mack? life is...too ? is where I first went platinum
dog's in the house? came next
And the pimp? makes seven, bitch...

And it don't stop to the beat, baby...
Get in where you fit in, bitch!

Too $hort - Get In Where You Fit In

Dec 1993

1. All My Bitches Are Gone
2. Blow Job Betty
3. Don't Fight The Intro
4. Get in Where You Fit In
5. Gotta Get Some Lovin'
6. I'm A Player
7. It's All Good
8. Just Another Day
9. Money in The Ghetto
10. Oakland Style
11. Playboy Short
12. The Dangerous Crew
13. Way Too Real