f/ Too $hort

[ Goldy ]

Why do you imitate us?

[ $hort ]

Man, what's really goin on?

[ Goldy ]

Tired of all you bustas imitatin the Oakland shit

[ $hort ]

Tryin to tell you

Spittin that Oakland slang and that Oakland game in y'all raps

Really though

[ VERSE 1: Goldy ]

The game is sold, not told, stop holdin your hand out and wantin a freebee

I'm from Oakland, you can never be me, so stop ridin my dick and makin it greasy

Easy to take what's Oakland's, you klepto, you stepped though

When we asked your ass who started that 'bitch' word sayin from the get-go

(Biaatch) In 1982 I heard it from Too $hort

Moms and pops said, "Turn it off", but you stuck and said, "Fuck rap from New York"

Cause your dick got hard, but you ain't seen a pussy or been in one

Listen to $hort, be ready to mack some bitches when it's done

It's some of that mackish Oakland street shit, 'bitch' wasn't no secret

But it got famous when we said it when that beat hit

When $hort dropped, niggas rappin now was infants

We taught you the pimp-player-mack game cause you didn't know the difference

You took the game and twist it, bent it out of shape

Payin a bitch, givin her free dick, savin, just without a cape

Mark, afraid they call your woman a bitch and put that bitch in her place

Keepin her payin you cash and put your dick in her face

Brims, perms, Caddy's with the 5th wheel

We told you some of the game you ran, wouldn't, couldn't sit still

So now it's time to take back what you stole, and make you fold

Bitch, because the game is sold, not told

[ $hort ]

Spit that shit, nigga

Oaktown in the house

It's still goin on

[ VERSE 2: Too $hort ]

Now take my bitch, she won't complain about shit, cause she's my hoe

So let the game out-slick and hit a high note

And then scream out 'bitch!' and let em all know you love Too $hort, biatch

Now everybody wanna pimp, mack hats on a simp, niggas frontin on a pimp

I'm from Oakland, California where _The Mack_ was made

Grab a pen, start pimpin, like that, you're paid

But your game is shallow, not pimpin, you a car thief

Worse than a fake gangster rap to a hard beat

I tell it like it is, not sittin at the house thinkin music biz

I got love for the pimp game, niggas stop dissin

Daddy's in the house, and when you hear, pops listen

Next time you start mackin in a studio session

I got to charge his punk ass for lessons

Cause he wanna be $hort Dog so damn bad, y'all

Bitin on my dick tryin to show that ass off

Workin that image just like me

But the game is sold, it don't come for free

And I won't say "please" when I collect my fees

Bow down, little nigga, drop to your knees

And recognize the original pimps on the mic

Too $hort, Blowfly and Dolemite

[ $hort ]

Sho' ain't you, little nigga

[ Goldy ]

Yeah, sho' the fuck ain't you busta-ass imitatin-ass niggas

Recognize who started this shit

Let me ask you marks some questions

Check it out

Where'd you get yo funk from?

Muthafucka got it from Oakland, California, niggas

Where'd you get yo game from?

[ $hort ]

Eastside, Westside, Northside

[ VERSE 3: Goldy ]

Watchin the muthafuckin _Mack_ starrin Goldie, Frank Ward and Pretty Tony

All about that real Oakland mack shit, busters, not no phoney

Dressin up like the old days, the player's ball ain't Halloween

We give one in Oakland every year, stay home and keep your collar clean

Cause you're not like a player, more like a shade-tree, better yet a rest haven

Tuck your dick in your ass and watch your chest cave in

Where I'm from niggas be mackin hoes for bread and water

Mackin they wife, cause stackin is life and times is gettin harder

All of a sudden you don't know

That $hort said never love a bitch or a hoe?

Mark, so recognize that you learned it from the legendary Too $hort

You stole that image and stole that game, we claim that shit that you wrote

The slow beat, fat bass, and funky bassline

With a name like Mike Dog get bit from $hort Dog, I know it taste fine

Like givin a fool a ounce of coke, keepin his ass from goin broke

When he get rich don't give you shit, you saw him, but he never spoke

What? What part of the game is that?

We gave you the sack and gave you the game to run it

Without this Oakland game you wouldn'ta done it

You midget rat bastard, you should be blasted for the dicks you rode

To get the game, cause it's sold, not told

[ $hort ]

Nigga taught he's listen to a couple of rap tapes, man

And be a pimp, you know

I guess it had to be that nigga


[ VERSE 4: Too $hort ]

Wear that hat like me, nigga, act like me

But I bet that muthafucka won't get fat like me

Cause it's more than a pimpin-ass image and a style

I been doin this for years, gettin bitches all the while

A real player gotta know how to lay his shit

Fake players get a bitch and don't be sayin shit

You a player? You get teased sometimes

I'm a pimpin-ass nigga makin g's for lines

Some call it gangster rap, even though it ain't

Won't nobody get shot while I spit this game

So call the pimp police, and just hold it

I put the game to the beat, and niggas stole it

Now some wanna-be from Oakland pimp

Knocked two bitches, ain't broke em in

You ask me, that shit is foul

You want some money? Can't get it now

You gotta change your style, you can't pimp no more

My old tapes still sit in the record store

Sellin more than yo new shit do

You said you had bitches, nigga, who pimped who?

Cause you're workin in a warehouse now

Bout to blow your brains out tryin to wear my style out

You shoulda picked some other songs to rap

Cause Oakland, California is the home of _The Mack_

And it's sold not told, nigga

The game

The muthafuckin game
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The Game Is Sold Not Told Lyrics

Goldy – The Game Is Sold Not Told Lyrics

Songwriters: A. BANKS, M. MILLER, PEE WEE, T. SHAW
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