Blow The Whistle Lyrics

I go on and on, can't understand how I last so long. I must have super powers, rap 225,000 hours. Get a calculator do the math, made a thousand songs that made ya move your a*s. And for the last 300 months, I made sixteen albums with me on the front, and they bump. Where you get your beats? I heard 93 rappers say bitch like me, two singers, and ten comedians, and I'm still gonna yell it every time you see me in. What's my favorite word? (Bitch) Why they gotta say it like Short? (Bitch) You know they can't play on my court, can't hang with the big dog, stay on the porch.
Blow the whistle (4X)
Where you get that from? Grab the mic spit one, let me hit that blunt. Pimp-C, Eight Ball, and MJG, keep spittin' that P to the I-M-P. Bun B that's Texas baby, Ballin' B that's Memphis baby, Short dog that's Oakland baby, ain't nothin' but pimpin' these days G. My nigga C got locked up, but these real hoes still know they gots to f**k. Give a f**k nigga what you say? Short dog f**k with UGK. Do you really wanna be like me? Spit game like Snoop and T.I.P.? Pretty girls in the VIP, they came with Dre, they don't need ID.
Blow the whistle (4X)
Your mind is gone, your brain is blazed, you've been wide awake for the last 3 days, poppin' pills, it goes down for real, don't stop, just keep rollin' downhill. Crash and burn, can't stand fall back, you doin' too much you can't handle all that. Man it's been way too long, time to let the whole world play your songs. Like me, my shit gets around. Leave the country, come back, and hit the town. I'm in Miami, New York, and ATL, Houston and LA ask Dave Chappelle. But I'm rich bitch, you got it from me, and made 50 million dollars, I'm proud of you D. But I'm crazy, you don't wanna be like me I come from east Oakland where the youngsters get Hyphy. Blow it.
Blow the whistle (3X)
Bitch (bitch)
Too Short. Up All Nite baby. Album number sixteen. Y'all can't f**k with that.

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