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Too Short( Too $hort )
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I Want to Be Free (That's the Truth)
Lyricist:James Ralph Bailey, Willie Beck, Leroy Bonner, Isaac Hayes, Marshall E. Jones, Melvin Kent, Ralph Middlebrooks, Marvin R. Pierce, Clarence Satchell, Todd Anthony Shaw, James L. Williams, Kenneth Williams
You think Oakland, California is a city of punks It only takes a second, to pop the trunk An' just like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn town to get killed
It's all about the game an' nothin' else You come out here, you better watch yourself 'Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red But cross the wrong brothers an' end up dead
You catch a body full of bullets an' get blasted Tryin' to be a gangsta, but you just ain't lastin' This little town is gettin' wild as Hell Check the penitentiaries an' all the jails
If they could lock us all up, that would be just fine Got my partners from Oakland doin' serious time You can't argue with the truth, it's hard to be black But it's a mind game an' you gotta deal with that
I wake up everyday an' I just can't wait To make mo' money 'cause back in the days When I rapped, I did the same damn thing I do now Grab the microphone an' show you how
But I was broke, the only thing I had was game I started makin' money an' knew things would change Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect But the O.P.D. found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task an' jacked by the Vice Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight Put the handcuffs on, backseat, I'm in it Illegal search for about thirty minutes
Askin' me, ‽Where's the dope?†Where's my gun, but I don't know I said I'm rappin', they laugh like I told a joke An' to this day they think I'm sellin' coke
I want to be free an' that's the truth, oh yeah I want to be free, oh, yeah
I be in Oakland, California every day of my life Bass so hard, you think I'm smokin' a pipe An' if I don't smoke it, I gots to grind Searched all my stuff an' all you find
Is a pocket full of money, count seven Gs Now you wanna think I'm sellin' keys 'Cause I'm a black man, but I run my own business So why the police wanna send me to prison?
They see a brother makin' major cash They knock a patch out his black ass An' that's the truth, you can't argue you at all Tryin' to give you ten years for a phone call
Ain't even trippin' on the dank smoke 'Cause all they wanna find is guns an' coke Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com In court all the time tryin' to fight it We get rich, we get indicted
So what's the problem Officer this time? Is havin' big money, bein' black a crime? Or did you take me to jail to teach me a lesson? Charge me with somethin' or just ask questions
About the brothers I hang around What's really goin' on in the Oakland town Tell me who went broke an' who got rich But Too Short, baby, just ain't no snitch
You say you're just doin' your job But you're gettin' on my nerves, just like Bob Every time I hit a corner, I see you Always tellin' brothers what to do
You lock me up 'cause I don't know how to act But I'm down for mine, so I be talkin' back An' when I do, you treat me bad as hell I'm sick of spendin' nights in jail
I want to be free an' that's the truth, oh yeah I want to be free, oh, yeah
Got out of jail about fo' fifteen Walkin' down the street like a broke dope fiend Had a pocket full of money tryin' to play the role Benz got towed an' I was hella cold
But I ain't trippin', I'm gettin' used to it now Handcuffed, your boy took me straight downtown For three warrants, had to catch me sooner or later 'Cause the 5 oh's always tryin' to jack a playa
For no reason, wasn't doin' nothin' wrong You think I'm lyin', singin' that same ol' song Well I'm a black man, ridin' in a Benz How in the hell did I make these ends?
Here we go, I pull over to the right Stop the engine keep my hands in sight I start cursin' 'cause it don't make sense Why would I run an' try to jump a fence?
If I was plannin' a smooth getaway I never woulda stopped in the first place You'd be high speed chasin' me but this time you ain't 'Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
An' I hope I don't get robbed by you know who Make me donate some Gs to the boys in blue An' if I sue, I won't get nothin' back But I ain't mad, I'm just black
I want to be free, oh, yeah I want to be free, oh, yeah I want to be free, oh, yeah I want to be free, oh, yeah
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