Too $hort Mack Attack Lyrics

Born to Mack Track Listing
  • 1 Partytime
  • 2 Mack Attack
  • 3 Playboy $hort II
  • 4 You Know What I Mean
  • 5 Freaky Tales
  • 6 Dope Fiend Beat
  • 7 Little Girls
  • 8 The Universal Mix
  • It's a mack attack, coming from way back
    My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
    I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
    Everything they say about Playboy Too
    I'm $hort Dog, ain't nothing nice
    I drink g-juice and wouldn't cut it with ice
    From the Eastside baby, Oakland town
    Can't understand why I'm so down?
    I'm not a whitewall, I'm a vogue
    Like a Zenith wire wheel I roll
    Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
    It was everything you wanted cause I can't be weak
    Yeah baby that's it, do the split
    Freak nasty all on my tip
    I took it to my DJ fresh on wax
    Put it on the turntable, I got taps
    It started burning up, wires smoking
    Had to be the sound coming straight from Oakland
    $hort Dog, it's a mack attack
    My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
    One young tender lost all hope
    Slapped her in the face with my dunkey rope
    Another young sucker tried to front my staff
    Saw it on his face when they broke him in half
    It was the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
    Everything they say about Playboy Too
    When I say my rhymes, I'm never fake
    When you start my beat, that's when I break
    On you, and it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stop
    Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking

    I'm not a wannabe pimp, I never simp
    Since I started walking I had this limp
    It was a cool type walk, just like me
    The Too S-H-O-are-T
    I might be young, but I spit this game
    I start it with P, and it ends the same
    If your brain is lame, remember the name
    When it's Too $hort baby, ain't nothing plain
    Dangerous Music on the microphone
    Makes you want to break your hip bone
    Might break your leg, or maybe your back
    Grooving to hard to my mack attack
    It's really not easy, you know it's hard
    Sort of just like my gangster car
    You know what I mean, Vern? It's like funny
    I mack legit and make all the money
    See my capital T on my diamond ring
    We hook up the beat and love to swing
    So while you're out there grooving back and forth
    I want you to scream out "Sir Too $hort" (Sir Too $hort!)
    Don't stop that rap (Don't stop that rap!)
    And it's just like that
    Get buy girls, while I rap
    I make big money, that ain't no crap
    When I grab that mic, and spit my rhymes
    I gotta have an eight or nine o nine beat
    So I can rock you all night long, she's
    On my tip, she love my song, he
    Tried to do it but did it wrong, freaks
    Want to get my all alone, but I'm macking

    I finally got a chance to grab my pen
    And make another rhyme so I can make more ends
    It's a rush production, not the beat
    I rushed it out the studio and hit the street
    Now I'm rocking one more time
    Young girls love my Too $hort rhyme
    But that big fat girl better let that go
    Before I point right at her say "Ho!"
    I'm riding drop-top Caddy, I don't dip fake
    I step on the gas then I hit the break
    Do it again as I catch the beat
    You're feeling that bass all down the street
    Jumped out the car on nine o
    I was wearing all white Capezio
    Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
    Couldn't be saved by John the Pope
    The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
    I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking

    Freak nasty, I like your dance
    You know it looks good in those pants
    So damn good, I had to glance
    Now I'm macking
    See this gold? I bought it all
    Now every night you young freaks call
    You see my car? It's my best friend
    So it you touch, you'll meet your end
    Time will tell, just keep it cool
    Don't play that game, don't be no fool
    I'll burn rubber all down your block
    You know what I want so keep the door unlocked
    I'm coming in baby, don't waste no time
    It's a mack attack, and now you're mine
    Dangerous Music is what it seems
    The reason this floor just met those jeans
    I was running the game all in your ear
    You're talking bout love to a stone cold player
    Girl look good and want to have that sex
    Took another look and wanted to break that neck
    It's a mack attack, coming from way back
    My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
    I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I know it's true
    The only thing you'll say about Playboy to
    Is I'm macking

    Written by: Todd Shaw
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group,

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