featuring B Legit Captain Save A Hoe
Intro: Captain Save A Hoe
Short Short whats up man this Captain man check this out
I know you and B Legit finna get in here and get down on this song right?
But yall can't be talkin bad about broads man you know?
Yall in here talkin bout "suckin this" and "suckin that"
Aww shit here come B pullin up in his 600 blowin big weed yall be cool man
Verse 1: B-Legit/Too $hort
B-Legit:
I blaze blunts all day get keyed all night
Be the one to take flight if the smoke aint right
I'm tight, nicknamed Ike for the drama
It's baby and her mama, naked in a sauna
Down with the gang cuz them flows be hard
Blue mink, Short, and my St. Brenard
Super bad man all around Hoo-J
Tell me what the fuck happened to the groupies
Too $hort:
What happened to the groupies, I thought they was comin through
To do everything we want em to
Supposed to be all good when they get here
Break niggas off, bitch we real playas
Baby in the red said "It's coo'"
She gonna give me some pussy, and some head too
I aint trippin though, these bitches takin too long
I'm bout to call some other hoes on the phone
B-Legit:
Tell em I'm a hog nigga, need a triple-X bitch down to stick
Turn tricks switched the dick
Theres hips outside and I'm fo' sho' dat
And the finest ho she know where mo' at
Gotta show that, nigga tuck my jewels
Can't be slippin with a bitch, niggas know that shit
Hit me at the room when the hoes come
It be at 301 we callin for some
Too $hort:
Where they at B-Legit where they at? (where they at)
Let these bitches know theres some real playas back
Told her meet me in room 510 on the mattress
If you do it right then I'll be back bitch
Another showdown, in yo' town
Let everybody know you my ho now
I'm feelin way too cool off the gin and juice
I'm bout to fuck my bitch and her friend too (and her friend too)
Captain Save-A-Hoe:
Damn, see man yall niggas is trippin man,
niggas this '98 yall actin like its still '88
Short cussin, and all this bullshit,
check this out--see baby and them leavin see?
Baby come here, c'mon, baby don't even trip, just kick it for a lil while
You know what I'm sayin? I'll take you to Sizzler to go eat after awhile
I'll make em stop trippin, don't even trip baby its all good
Verse 2: Too $hort/B-Legit
Too $hort:
I'm feelin good, everything hooked up right
Before its all over I'ma be in som'n tight
Looked down at my hip to check my pager
Tryin to find me a bitch, fresh off the stage
Nigga aint hungry, fuck the after party
Told a cute groupie "Bitch meet me in the lobby"
You know how we do it, told her bring all her friends
Next weekend we gonna do it all again
B-Legit:
I said it out my mouth on the mic real loud
We at the Holiday-Inn, room 510
Bring all the bitches even if they dikes
We hyped, hoes eatin pussy tonight
Seen her in my mug, peepin my game
Lookin like she could take dick in the brain
We all champagne and Cali green
I need a bitch like that on a pimp team
Too $hort:
It's after midnight, can't find the right women
Can't be slippin while you're late night pimpin
Way too many niggas got stuck like that
Waited too late then fucked a rat
Wake up in the mornin, mad as hell
With the wrong bitch in the wrong hotel
Shoulda gave up when you first struck out
Now you tryna get the fuck out
B-Legit:
Man I was drunk when I went out, blow when I woke up
Didn't get to fuck cuz these hoes is ducks
Niggas like me need the head lay on
From bad ass bitches who prefer red bones
Rock microphones, later count G's
Could always spot a rat chasin niggas with cheese
Please, put it on freeze, it don't suit me
What happened to the muthafuckin groupies? (muthafuckin groupies)
Captain Save-A-Hoe:
What happened? nigga they all left, thats what happened
Yall muthafuckas gonna be sittin around all night talkin to each other
Oh thats cool, yall got some muthafuckin Playboy magazines
So I guess thats why yall aint trippin, check this out man
Yall niggas gotta understand one thing man
Bitches don't love to be talked to like that, yall gotta break down
Be cool with a bitch, ya know what I'm sayin?
Show her some caring and shit, understand me?
Verse 3: B-Legit/Too $hort
B-Legit
I remember when the shit first began
I used to fuck the dog shit out my biggest fans
Four in the mornin we hit the waffle spot
Then its back to the telly for some more cock
Shit was non-stop, don't choose too fast
Theres a gang of more bitches with way more ass
Up and down the hall with the bad-ass body
Groupies lookin for the after party
Too $hort:
I used to be wild as fuck, get my dick sucked
On the back of the tour bus with two or three sluts
Check into my suite, order somethin to eat
Knockin at my door, its another lil freak
Right up the hall on the same flo'
You could stand in line and run a train on the ho
Top-notch or rat, skinny or fat
B-Legit, where all the groupies at? (groupies at)
B-Legit:
In the room with the tricks gettin big faces
But they really wanna know how the dick tastes
I used to get fucked, fall asleep, wake up
Kick the bitch out and bump a freak
But nowadays, you gotta watch your route
Niggas savin hoes need to cut that out
So what they talkin bout, they shoulda been done came
I think they scared of a nigga with this real game
Too $hort:
What happened to the groupies, don't point your finger
They're all backstage chasin R&B; singers
At the other concert, on the other side of town
I seen a few hoes but they wasn't down
Where the groupies at, I'ma ask yall later
Probably out tryna fuck basketball players
Silly hoes, rappers got mansions
But we aint tryna get into these tramp bitches
Captain Save-A-Hoe:
Yall niggas is trippin man,
yall need to sit down and re-evaluate your morals man
Yall niggas gettin too old for this shit,
yall gonna be sittin around in the club
Tryna figure out who goin home with ya old ass
You need to find ya a good woman, snatch her up, get her a BMW
She got kids, only do what you do, tell her "I got you"
[Jamal]
Simpty is for them simp ass niggaz
Talkin lot, til I spray dumpin ??? niggaz
Whenver talklin shit, I straight rip 'em
And niggaz know I come equip when I whip them
[Short Dawg]
You say how can I make these dirty raps
Number one albums, back to back
If it was 1950, do you think I sell, no
They probably throw me straight to jail
I tell you life just ain't what it used to be
Between you and me, exclusively
Everybody's changed, were losing our minds
The government won't help, cause they refuse to find
A solution to the problems of the inner streets
Its a shame what our kids are beginning to be
Pregnant teenagers, young gun slangers
There ain't no love, there ain't nothin but anger
We don't go to church and can't pray in school
Listen real close to what I'm sayin fool
I know kids who went to school together
Now they all grown up, tryin to kill each other
Shootouts on the playground is where it goes down
But back in the day, we rode the merry-go-round
And some little kid might shoot me tonight
And I always used to wonder what the future be like
Curse words on the tv and radio
You wanna see sex, turn it on HBO
Late at night, you see women freak women
Sex sale, that's why I keep pimpin
I grew up in the 70s', somethin like Crooklyn
But I was in Cali not Brooklyn
I could tell the whole world was going crazy
But it really didn't happen til the 80s'
With freebasin and smokin crack
A lotta people learned not to joke with that
Streets flooded, with homeless folks
Whole families, lives gone up in smoke
We're all related to a crackhead
Sometimes I wake up in the mornin and wanna go back to bed
Layin these thinkin bout things
About the way life change
How women used to like to wear decent clothes
Now they curse like men and dress like hoes
You supposed to be a virgin til you marry
But teenage girls find it normal to carry a baby
Babies havin babies
Rappers like me always disrespectin ladies
Wonder why its like that, well so do I
But I just turn my back and then I go get high
Cause I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch
And you bought it, so don't be mad I got rich
Ask your grandparents, is life the same
Man thangs change
Chorus
There used to be a time when old folks were respected
Kids talkin back was never accepted
Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with soap
But kids nowadays will curse out old folks
Then you tell me I need to be a role model
And get these babies off the 40ounce bottles
But I'm not the one who made alcohol legal
Liquor stores on every corner that's why we go
Buy 40ounces and go get drunk
Don't respect our kids, like no good punks
And then they grow up to be hardcore criminals
Shoot 'em up, slang dope always pimpin hoes
I know its those that don't believe what I'm sayin on the mic right
So Baby D won't you tell them what its like
[Baby D]
Its kinda hard comin up as a youngster
Gotta deal with the roof that I'm under
Even though my moms got it hard
My daddy passed away, now I'm stuck without a father
But times have changed bro
I never ever seen Santa Claus comin through the ghetto
But you know what i always see
I always see the white man robbin the black man back G
And I don't even get in trouble for it
And I don't see nothin forward
Always tryin to beat the black man to death
Punk police wanna hide behind your badge
Always tryin arrest somebody
All we gotta do is beat him with the billyclub
Here I come, I comin with my gun
I'm shootin in the head police now what
[Short Dawg]
I tell you life is too short for it to be like that
We gotta be leaders, can't follow the pack
With all them fiends in the streets smokin crack
What you give life is what it gives you back
Cause money in the ghetto ain't nothin new
But when you get the money gotta know what to do
Buy you a business or buy you a house
Just so the police can't wipe you out
I heard it in the streets, they say you the man
So try to help your brothers and lend a helpin hand
Now what we gone do
[Mr. Malik]
We came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like John Gotti
I said we came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like John Gotti
Now run up and get gun up the slack black
I'm hittin blackjack in the casino when I mack slap
What you wanna play like Al Pacino with this
Type of style withthe lyricist this funk of hits
and the biscuits I drop
Motherfuckers know I come down and show me ??
I don't really care
From the front or the rear
Word to your mother I'm bout to smother and smear
Its that master all I intelligent
Chain that I swing from the others is irrelevant
For you motherfucker step up to the m-i-c
I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and Mally G
Its Malik and I freak it's obsolete
My technique motherfucker know I flow over beats
Like water, slaughter dick in yo daughter
And my nuts up in her jaws when she suckin on my balls
Yiggy y'all niggaz best to ask somebody
Cause I'm shootin motherfuckers down with the shotty
Its the motherfuckin master blaster
Its, its the motherfuckin ghetto bastard
Aww hell nah nigga
We ain't doin no freestyles
Don't even know how to do that shit
*chuckling*
Yeah whatevah
Check it out man, check this one out
I been rappin for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now sayin pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went to school
Talkin bout pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff
Now you're flowin like your name is water
But I'm ten years older and my game is harder
I'm not tryin to say you're out there dissin
I'm just tryin to say lil nigga listen
Before you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin on the next nigga's mackin style
And it's all from head, passin round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach
Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called Quest
And you gots no respect for me, is that right?
Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight
and keep rappin, I'm floatin past all the stops
In a clean ass Benz I have all the props
Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser
And a Too $hort fan, faithfully
When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
Let me tell you somethin bout a nigga named Short
Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow
But let me hit the mall with the same MC's
I be signin autographs, spend a gang of G's
While you walkin round broke, nobody knows ya
Lookin like you smoked a whole sack of doja
Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars
Standin in a circle with some wannabe stars
Freestylin, but you ain't original
You just shootin everything and you pimpin hoes
And to think you could hang with me
I never would spit this game for free
I'm the T-double-O, S-H, O-R-T
I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is gettin bank
Gettin head, gettin hella dank
I drop my top when it's hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain't havin no money
I set trends in the rap game bitch
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit
I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap
No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick
Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it
I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your mother
But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it undercover
Now you're all grown up, with your partners rappin
But old Short Dawg'll your ass what happened
To a fake MC, who tried to get with me
I ended his career, instantly
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
Now let's compare the lifestyles, of me and you
You're phony and I'm all about bein true
You drive a bucket, that you bought for a G
I ride around snuffin them fo'-eighteens
In the back of a motherfuckin big ass truck
Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked
Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and Caddy
Fine lil bitches havin sex with Daddy
I ain't givin no bitch, no kind of slack
You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack
What's yours is hers, she don't trip
Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitch
But you're so weak, and it shows in your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't stand it, so whaddayou say
Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin way
But here I am, workin in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
Now ask New York, can Too $hort flow
Ask Detroit, they'll let them niggaz know
Then ask Philly, can I rap
South side of Chicago, who's the mack?
I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me
Everytime I perform, I make a lot of G's
Cause I'm paid for this motherfuckin rap shit
Eatin good like a motherfuckin fat bitch
Every single day at the house what's wrong wichu
Eatin fast food if you only knew
I understand though, cause I been there befo'
Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go
Daydreams, about bein great
It all started back when I was sellin tapes
in eighty-two eighty-three eighty-fo' on up
Waitin still waitin just to blow on up
And when it happened, I still had to wait
I didn't get paid til eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I'm a true blue West coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the rest
All that money we makin don't fault the West
Cause we ain't the ones who created rap
But when we made the shit, we made it fat
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
And it don't stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin
BEYOTCH!
BEYOTCH!
Short Dog's in the house once again with this pimp shit
Chorus:
These are the tales the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
For fifteen years I've been a real player
So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah
Verse 1: Too $hort
I met this girl in Atlanta
She let a nigga fuck but I still can't stand her
The pussy wasn't good I said "What's up bitch?
I'm tired of fuckin' can you suck dick?"
She said "No", but she had another friend
So I switched like a real pimp
Laying on my back with my dick in her mouth
I said "Beyotch!! What you talkin' 'bout?"
She mumbled something, I don't know what she said
Smoking on a joint gettin some bomb-ass head
Bitch said her name was Theresa
All on my dick like cheese on pizza
In the A-T-L where the grass is greener
I fucked Nina, Melina, Sabrina and Tina
When I first moved out there, I met Holly
Five-foot one with a bad ass body
Freaky little bitch she was a Gemini
She used to stand up and say "Shoot it in my eye!"
I met another girl went to Spellman College
Every day after school I aquired the knowledge
I took her to my house so I could get some
I fucked her real good and made the bitch cum
She was hella limber, said her name was Amber
She wouldn't stop screaming, that's all I remember
I had another freak, her name was Wendy
When I first met the bitch she said "Please don't pimp me!"
I did it anyway
I'm coming straight from Oakland, C-A
Ain't no other way, like my girl Shante
She lives in Atlanta, but she comes from the Bay
Let me hit that hometown pussy on the strimp
Look out for a nigga, treat me like a pimp
You know I can't forget about the strippers
Cinderella with the glass slipper
Top down in the Benz ain't spendin' no ends
Fat bag of indo, bring all your friends
It's like Lotto, you get a quick pick
Bitches said they heard I had a big dick
So I showed it to 'em, only took one second
Dick rock hard, bitches gettin' nekked
Chorus:
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
For fifteen years I've been a real player
So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah
Verse 2: Too $hort
I know another bitch, her name is Terri
I lied to the bitch "It's about time I get married"
I couldn't see me pimpin' her
So I fucked her next door neighbor, Jennifer
She had two roommates, Cindy and Amy
Terri caught me creepin' and said "Nigga don't play me!"
But them hoes liked to freak
I used to send 'em new niggas every other week
I never would tell you all the hoes I fucked
These are the tales, some of this shit I made up
I change the name so I can rhyme and shit
So if it's you, you know the time bitch!
I spent the night with Monique in between the sheets
It was her, her girlfriend April and me
I do it on the regular, two at a time
Call it what you want I be a fool wit' mine
Like them Texas niggas, I never would change
Like my niggas up in Cleveland spit the good game
These hoes recognize when I come in the door
I ain't trickin bitch, so what you want me for?
Like Natalie, swearin' up and down I had to be the one
Bitch lets have some fun
I fucked her, you thought I didn't
Short Dog's in the house and I keep on pimpin'
So then I fucked the twins, Sharon and Karen
Went straight for the panties, but they wasn't wearin 'em
Don't ask me who I fucked first, it ain't my fault
In the end, I still got the same results
Chorus:
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
For fifteen years I've been a real player
So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah
Verse 3: Too $hort
Hell yeah, I never would forget Charlene
We was layin real close like two sardines
Talkin', laughin', kissin' and shit
Next thing I know she started kissin' my dick
You know the rest, before she left I paged Mia
I told her "I got a new freak over here"
She rushed over, I left and when I came back
Them hoes was lickin' cats
They call me "Short" when I'm pimpin', "Dog" when I'm mackin'
Gotta get the money, thats all thats happenin'
She wants to be my love slave, I need some bug spray
To keep these hoes away
I never would tell you all the hoes I fucked
These are the tales, some of this shit I made up
I change the name so I can rhyme and shit
So if it's you, you know the time bitch!
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
For fifteen years I've been a real player
So if you wanna get fucked say hell yeah (hell yeah)
Beyotch!
And it don't stop
Old school Short Dog
Still spittin' it
Still gettin' it
Gettin' that money
Eastside baby, Oakland
You ain't knowin?
Beyotch!
featuring KB Scarface
Ah yeah
Scarface
Short Dog
Yeah
Longevity
Fake niggas...
{Scarface:}
And you can tell em I said it
I said muthafuckas is takin the credit
Been in the game for 20 minutes and they thinkin they legends
All on their videos showin off frontin for the camera
One hit wonders is playin games fakin stamina
I damage ya throwin blows to your egos
Flossin new leather think you the shit wearin these clothes
And supposed to flash and have the finer things
But can't seem to keep your money, cause you're buyin rings
What is you gettin, 7 or 6, new record contract?
Bustin your bomb raps, but you ain't gettin your funds back
Fuck that, I been around since '86
Way before my muthafuckin mind played tricks
And when Too $hort told me this bitch, it wasn't givin
Cause I'm sick and tired of niggas fantasizin they livin
All on the tell-lie-vision tryina front like that's your car
With a fat-ass cigar, you ain't no muthafuckin star
What you are is a nigga lost, dazed and confused
Back in the day that you stepped in it is the day that you do
But on the cool, some niggas been around since the '70s
Steadily preachin to us all longevity
[CHORUS]
You don't get shit for free
Your own destiny
Longevity
Longevity
{KB:}
10 years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
But back then I said: fuck rhymin, I was tryina get laid
But now it's '98, I'm all about gettin paid
Fuck that bullshit you niggas be on in your videos
Drive the shit your C.E.O. own
In their home, at their parties, you niggas dummies
Muthafucka, fuck the fame, it's all about the money
And then the power (money and the power)
Slingin tapes like powder
Everything I own is mine, don't understand 'ours'
This's a serious business
My nigga, take care of your business
Especially you niggas with gimmicks, your ass is finished
In the nick of time, fuck havin the tightest rhymes
You better grind, it's plenty fools dope without a dime
So I'm tight with mines, and I prove that every time
Just to let you niggas know I'm out to get mine
That's longevity
[CHORUS]
{Too $hort:}
Who got the freshman flop or the sophomore jinx
Rappers blow up, fall off, and think
Been there, done that, about to make a comeback
I'm on some new shit, not like my young raps
I know what you sold, first album went gold
Then you changed the style, shoulda stuck with the old
Flows, and the old clothes, cause now you fake
You ain't got no hoes committin foul play
Hatin on me, but you're waitin to see
Old school Too $hort in the place to be
I ain't backstage chasin young girlies
I'm chasin money, I'm in my early 30s
Still sellin records, and I'm still a real player
Can't understand how you still could be a hater
Said I don't stop rappin from the start
If you don't believe me, go check the charts
Bitch
[CHORUS]
featuring Puff Daddy
[Puffy]
Yo Short man
I was with this chick last night
She was like hey Diddy ummm Diddy
Why you so motherfuckin' fly
I had to tell her bitch I'm just about that paper beotch
[Female Singer] (Puffy)
It's about that paper
(Make it hot)
If it's about that bullshit
(Make it stop)
If you got that paper we can roll
No time for hataz gotta go
[Too Short]
I flew to L.A. just last week
Jumped in the limo, checked in the suite
Made a few calls, it's time to go
Bust a few rhymes at the studio
You know I don't do it for the love of it
I love it but I do it for the love I get
Big checks, you think the sex is next
When I left the studio
I had to go do a show for the ten with the triple zeros
That's why I never flipped with kilos
Flew up to the bay, then back to Georgia
Had to catch a flight to Tallahassee, Florida
I did a show at the Kapa luau
Short dog what'cha about to do now?
I'm getting money, caught a flight to New York
Just another day in the life of Too Short
1 - [Female Singer] (Puffy)
It's about that paper
(Make it hot)
If it's about that bullshit
(Make it stop)
If you got that paper we can roll
No time for hataz , gotta go
It's about that money
(Make it hot)
Got to keep it coming
(Make it stop)
Niggaz hate us all day long
(We can roll)
Cause we get our paper all night long
(Gotta go)
[Puffy]
Everything I do is a world premiere
I know you're not trying to front girl come here
I get up early in the morning work late at night
So when you talk about me you say it right
I get my pimp on whenever I get on
Pop, Rock, Rap, R&B; it's a hit song
I keep it moving no matter what your age
Bitches screaming out "Puff Daddy's on stage"
Breaking necks, cashing checks
When I'm not making money I'm having sex
International, superstar
People wanna know just who you are
I'm that laid jet rider
Mansion residing
If I throw a party you'll be dancing all night and
Let's have some fun girl, it's ok
I work hard now it's time to play
Come on
Repeat 1
[Too Short]
I did a lot of work for the homies for the low-low
But I doing that kind of shit no more
Ask Puff, fuck all that retirement stuff
I work to hard so the price went up
I'm charging fifty for sixteen bars now
If you want a whole song it's a hundred thou
Is it worth it? I ain't no crook
A hundred thousand dollars might get you a hook
>From this nigga right here, I know you know
And you gotta pay extra for the video
So cut the check for the right amount
If not, you can wire it to my account
The only other way is to pay me cash
And ain't nothing wrong with that
In fact give me the scratch in big stacks
Cause you're fucking with a real mack bitch get back
Back, bitch get back, back
Said bitch, said bitch said get your motherfuckin' ass back
That's right
Repeat 1
[Too Short] (Puffy)
That's right
So if you want me to do a guest appearance on your next album
Just remember one thing
It's gonna cost you man'
Cause we gettin' our money on
That's right Short Dog in the house
(Yeah) P Diddy in the house
Short Records, Bad Boy (Bad Boy)
Yeah that's right
2 - [Female Singer]
Too Short, Too Short
Gotta make that money
2000 Watts, 2000 Watts
Gotta make that money
Bad Boy, Bad Boy
Gotta cash that money
Gotta make that money, money
Gotta take, gotta make, gotta catch that money, money
Repeat 2
[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, yeah
Say ho, yeah you
Can I ask you one question?
Can you get in where you fit in, beeyatch?
Get mad if you want, I won't front
Cause I got a new tape and it's full'a bump
So get the tapes outcha decks, they all outdated
Too $hort baby comin' straight X rated
Oakland funk is all on this tape
Ya heard 7 get ready for 8
That's right beeyatch, $hort's at 8 of 'em
Don't believe me start countin' while I name 'em
Don't Stop Rappin', girl That's Your Life
Talkin' 'bout smokin' that glass pipe
Players was the weakest and that's for reala
But I still came hard on coke dealers
Raw, Uncut, And X Rated, Born To Mack
Life Is... Too $hort is when I first when I first went platinum
$hort Dog's In The House came next
And Shorty The Pimp makes seven, beeyatch!
featuring D'Wayne Wiggins
Chorus: D' Wayne Wiggins
How does it feel when ya livin like that and ya pockets are fat?
Cuz you're a playa and you're pimpin hoes
So tell me how does it feel when ya money aint right
and ya pockets are tight?
You're still a hustla and you can't let go
Verse 1:
When I was broke I used to feel the pain
Now I got money aint nothin changed
Same hustla tryin to hold on to what I got
And thats alot, players like me can't be stopped
I was starvin, couldn't afford a TV Dinner
But now I roll around in a DB-7
Throwin up the two, to the hoes and pimps
It's all about the money, you know what I'm gettin
How the fuck you think I felt when I was broke
All the rumors I got killed and I was smoked
I tell the truth, I don't care how you feel about me
I'm still in the game and you still gotta see
My face goin down the muthafuckin street
Top down, beat loud with a top-notch freak
You say it aint real life
Cuz you don't know what it feels like, beyotch
Chorus
Verse 2:
I feel like I'm a million dollar bill
Still in the game, all about the real
Can't feel sorry for you, do your thang
Don't be mad at the world cuz you can't hang
If you feel like doin somethin that aint productive
Look in the mirror, check yourself and say "fuck it"
It's the year two-thousand, I know you feel me
But I can't understand why you niggas wanna kill me
Went from broke to rich, I got your bitch kneelin
I told her "smoke this dick bitch, don't fight the feelin"
And when she did it, she started jockin me
I saw it in your eyes, you felt like sockin me
For every action theres a consequence
Playa-haters always tryna start some shit
But then you gotta fight these niggas here
It feels good to be a playa, bitches everywhere
Chorus
Verse 3:
I feel like eleven albums aint enough
And at the same time you feel like you can't come up
Sometimes real life don't feel right
You been fuckin her for years but its still tight
Then I came through bammin, vagina started expandin
Used to be shallow, but now you landed in
Deep water drownin and thats some real game
It's been your pussy for years, but it don't feel the same
I been creepin, feelin your bitch up on the weekend
Is it still good she calls me Dr. Feelgood
I'll be her last pimp, you just a has been
And when she talks about you its all past tense
I said I don't give a fuck about history
I'll tell you bout my life then show you how this dick'll be
In you all night, go ask your bitch was she feelin me
Man, you niggas be killin me, haters
Chorus
featuring Jay Z Jermaine Dupri
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
We talk shit cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it ride it
'Til the wheels fall of shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it over did it spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse One: Jay Z
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look lifes a bitch, but im on her
I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga "Whateve for the cash, im with"
I dont have step, I leave it in youre averix
Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left
Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
Wether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all
Niggas aint ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up
Make a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what
Verse two: Too $hort
I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe come back
With my scratch, bitch I was born to mack
To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that
I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap
Only a few mc's get to hang that plaque
On the wall rappers ball, but they dont live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels
I roll right up in the hood I got tapes for sell
Bitches running in their house they cant wait to tell
Somebody, she got a new Too $hort tape
And hes spitting pimp game with his homeboy Jay
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse Three: Too $hort
Now here they come again the gold diggas trying to get paid,
Wanna trick the old rich niggas, trying to get laid
She'll suck his dick, as soon as she meet him
Dont have to sell a body for me I dont need her
To turn tricks for me, how much you cost bitch?
Im all about large bank deposits
On and off the mic I always set trends
Either you see with bitches, or Im rolling with pimps
Brook-laan to Oakland, I keep smokin'
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I dont fuck with broke hoes and I dont trick
But I'll still rub my big ass dick on her clit
Get her hooked, wanna be mine I need some money
If she aint kicking in all the time she dont want me
Verse Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant fuck with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that
So real when we drop this shit its in trouble
When I guess the pair you gotta ship it double
In the independent phenom, y'all minature dons
Wannabe jigga, pops styles and hennessy richa'
When I die, leave my canopy richa'
I put it down hard ever since I entered the pit'cha
Can fuck with me for records to the recreational cent'a
I got it wrapped y'all from the grammys to the back park
Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all
Be the voice for the streets we supply for years
And go platinum on our most quiet years
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Chorus repeat 2x
Yeah we balling baby
(As we proceed to give you what we need) thats right
Oh you dont know we gonna tell you how it is
Chorus:
When you living the good life good life
Everything is tight money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side trying to ride
Such a good life good life
When you living the good life good life
Everything is tight money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
Verse One:
YOu thought it was a fad, you really cant understand rap
How these young playas come up and live fat
Big houses, cars, watch the homies bubble
Do a lot of good but cant stay out of trouble
?? cause hes the president, he bought a lot of stuff you could never get
Take us to the game you wanna see my bus,
but all the little kids wanna be like us
When they get home, and turn the TV on,
its Too $hort baby on the microphone
I see a lot of styles when im watching videos
Looking at the backround talking at the hoes
Then they R and B cats incorporated rap into their program
(What happened to the slow jams)
We dropping platinum, numba one, bitch, thats how its done
Chorus:
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
Verse Two:
Lil homie went to school everyday, knew what he wanted
Wa'nt trying to be a thug wa'nt trying to get blunted
It was all a dream, but theres certain things
You gotta do, like do good in school
His best friend wouldnt listen didnt make good grades
Coach kicked him off the team wouldnt let 'em play
So he stopped going to school and started hangin with some g's
Drinkin beer and smoking weed
Two years later one went to college quick he got a basketball scholarship
His homeboy was in the hood one day got arrested
Took him to the pen they say he got molested
Jealous cause his old friend took the right path
Watching ESPN I saw him in the draft
Now he got a V-12 sittin on dubs, thats how it is when ya what
Chorus:
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
Verse Three:
She used to be a nerd on the honor roll
A four eye conesour, books kinda short on looks
A latch key kid, best friend was her computer
In high school nobody wanted to do her
When she graduated from college she got paid
Got a good job, now she got it made
Gots some contacts, and let her hair down
She gots the legs and the walk that'll make you stare her down
You betta get youre shit together you running out of time
Something on your mind, you need to stop lyin'
You aint balling like her you cant get into the party
Out in beverly hills trying flip a ferrari
Butcha credit aint cool and you got declined
He said "Youre welcome" and "But to come back anytime"
But me, im spending cash for this bitch
And thats just the way it is
Chorus:
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When you living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everbody wanna be by youre side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
These are the tales the freaky tales...
The tales that I tell so well...
I met this girl her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the microphone
When I met Joan I took her home
She was just like a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with a man
When I met Ann I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in the sheets and we broke my bed
There's another girl, her name is Mary
Talked about sex and the girl acted scary
I heard she was freakin' for my homeboy Jerry
Took her to the house and I popped that cherry
Young and tender, sweet Denise
Get her in the bed and the girl's a beast
I tell you, homeboy, If you get a piece
She only talks about signin' a lease
I met this tender, her name was Lori
And a X-rated movie wouldn't tell her story
She had a twinsister, her name was Lisa
And just like Lori, she's a real dick pleaser
My girlfriend's name was Michelle, I freaked her well
Her pussy got hotter than flames in hell
I geed this girl, her name was Tammy
I didn't wanna do it cause the bitch was flammy
She had a best friend, her name was Jane
I pulled to the side and I spitted that game
I met a lot of freaks in my lifespine
Freaked one night with a girl named Pam
The very next day I saw her with her man
One week passed and I was in her again
I had an old tender, her name was Janie
She was thirty-two and I was only eighteen
She likes to freak, she's just a fiend
It really didn't matter when I saw her in jeans
I wanna big freak, fat and slobby
I kick on back and I watch her mouth
Two tons of fun, big mama jama
A country-girl from Alabama
I met this girl, her name was Betty
Her pussy got wet and it smelled like death
I was tired as hell, I was drippin' sweat
But I was all up in her tryin' to hold my breath
Bake and shake us, I met this freak in Vegas
She said her name was Donna
She was a pitty little freak from China
I said I don't pimp or gigolo
I'm havin' so much money that I don't need a hoe
You can break yourself but you can't break me
You never met a player like $hort, baby
I knew a dick sucker named Betty-Jo
Took her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more:
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like another freak named Ren`
You get her alone and she'll make your day
Like Burger King, she knows the play
But a freak like Ren`, you can have it your way...
These are the tales, the freaky tales...
These are the tales that I tell so well...
I met this girl, thick as hell
Only sixteen, said her name was Linell
I took her to my house, I could not wait
Her shit was much tighter than Central Safe
Let me tell you this since we talkin' young
I met another girl, said her name was Yvonne
Always talkin' about havin' fun
Once again in the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my money, let the hoes keep throwin'
I once met a tender, she did it for free
On the Foothill bust number forty-three
All the way on the back she was workin' me
Had my big beatbox and I was jammin' the beat
I met this freak named aunt Winell
Macked on the baby like an ice-cold vet
Everythin' she had is what I get
Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit
I met another freak, her name was Rita
Baby thought that $hort just might eat her
I told her like this, she can suck my peter
Or even go home cause I knew I didn't need her
Scratched her name off my telephone book
Never again I took a second look
Cause the next young freak, her name was Sharon
She kept lookin', well, I kept stairin'
Her booty was stuffed in the jeans she was wearin'
She never left, she cutted out
I know you all know what I'm talkin' about
There's a freak named Shane, such a sinner
She smokes that pipe and she's gettin' thinner
Shane is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like this tender named Belinda
Homeboys call her Belinda the Blender
She gave head like she made it up
She was twenty years old with a big round butt
Had a girl slick like olive oil
Her father was rich and the girl was spoiled
When she got mad he blood would boil
But I rapped her off like I'm lookin' a toy...
These are the tales, the freaky tales...
The tales that I tell so well...
Shockedy life, Friday night, it's goin' on Too $hort
Three weeks ago I met this freak
She followed me around like Mary's sheep
I hitted around the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Nina and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Set her on the way the very next way
Playboy $hort was ready to play
I bumped to this girl, her name was Roseanne
We hitted the motel and got it goin' on
Holiday Inn to the break of dawn
When I took baby home, I freaked her mom
I knew this tender named Shanie
I took her to the house and let her freak on me
Baby was a fan, she loved my beat
But I wouldn't raise my leg to let her kiss my feet
I met this freak named Yolanda
Rolled baby doll like a brand new Honda
I was on top and she was up under
The bed hitted the wall and it sounded like thunder
I once had a datewith girl named Kitty
She was so fine with big fat tiddies
All night long she was actin' shitty
So i macked on baby like I was Frank Nitti
There's another girl, her name is Rose
I use to roll baby like brand new Volvos
I never saw Rose wearin' clothes
She's a pimp house pet, ready to pose
I was ridin' down the street when I met Janet
Her booty was bigger than the whole damn planet
Ass everywhere, I just can't stand it
Tried to poem it but I could not manage
I had this freak, her name was Bunny
Said I was the only man who ever called her honey
Everythin' I did to her was funny
I macked on bunny and I took her money
Eight tonight a date with Shirlie
She was really short and her hair was curly
If you saw baby you liked this girlie
She was so fine I went to get her early
Shirlie was freakin' like a girl named Rachel
Her bite was vicious and it sure was fatal
She liked to kiss all on my neval
Those are her lips on top of my label
I knew another freak, her name was Candy
Real big lips and they came in handy
I smooth got worked and it was so dandy
I hooked the brood up with my homeboy Randy
He did me a favor in return
Gave me a lizard, said her name was Laverne
Baby got tossed and I got it on
I grabbed the mic and started to sing my song
My young homeboy heard me rap
And said he had way more freaks than that
So I told him like this: they might be freakin'
But, boy, you never had that T-P-Treatment...
Bitch funky fresh from Oakland California...
Dangerous Music and it don't stop to the beat baby...
Bitches on my mind
I can't hold back now's the time
All you loud mouth bitches talk too much
And you dick teasin' bitches never fuck
I seen a long hair bitch's workin' instincts
Her hair ain't really but two inches
All you bald head hoes in the Oakland world
Runnin' around town with jeri curls
Nappy head niggas like myself
Get a bald-head and say: 'Go to hell!'
But you's a snake, you's the one
You bald-head bitch, you need a perm
So much game when the homies tough
I make a bitch go who never sucks
It really ain't life but I just met her
Now I'm sayin': 'Bitch, suck better!'
Fuck you, stupid hoe, tell me just what you know
I came to the party and turned it up
You say: 'Ouh, he's got a dirty mouth!'
But, bitch, I kept talkin' shit
Mothafuck you, damn shit-head bitch
I wanna blowjob and I'm not kiddin'
Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin'
I'm that nigga you'll answer to
If I say: 'Bitch, jump!', that's what you do
I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin' your mind
Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time
With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth
And you know damn well what I'm talkin' about
I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold
So mothafuck you, bitch, goddamn ass hoe
The dope fiend beat...
For all you junkies to just ride...
H-E-A-D, I need a doctor just for me
To suck my dick like a vet
To give me head until I sweat
She gotta suck dick
So I can tell all my homies just what she did
She sucked and sucked and she's a bitch to the beat
I'm Too $hort, I said my name is Too $hort and it don't stop
I love you bitches for the blowjobs
I just laugh over and over
When the bitch drinks sperm like it's soda
I straight start aimin', would I miss?
Get back bitch, I wouldn't never kiss
I say she looks so good and she's so big
But, man oh man, that bitch can wimp
If I wanna I could rock her
But I can't fuck no-head doctor
Bitches don't know that's Too $hort's tip
You might get geed if you don't suck dick
But I'm so fresh, I'm so down
I tell you bitches the other way around
If you do me first then I do you
So the game jumps up when the bitch is true
Soon as I come all in her mouth
I smooth get dressed and roll out
I'm Too $hort, baby, fresh fresh again
One MC, one bitch broken
I tell you, baby, playin' just like that
I'm the best of the players to the ice cold vet
And, bitch, you just a bitch
You work fastfood and you think you rich
You see, my game don't stop when it's on the one
I love to see you when you work that thang
Gettin' real busy at the back of the car
Rollin' down the Skyline Boulevard
I say: 'Bitch, what are you smokin'?'
A big fat dick in the big East Oakland
I see my homie, he needs to quit
She was walkin' down the street
With a big fat bitch, maybe I'm wrong
He might get every two weeks that welfare check
Oakland, California, is the city of snakes
Pimps, pussies, players and fakes
The big Oaktown, the city of liars
Fresh storewires and voltaires
A strip, bitches, nasty freaks
My raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats...
She's a bitch to the dope fiend beat...
All you junkies just ride...
Bitches on my mind
I can't hold back, now it's the time
To bust a left nut, right nut, in her jaw
Opened eyes and guess what I saw
Bitches on my mind
Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme
What would life be if it wasn't Too $hort
It be nothin' but rappers from old New York
But that's not likely and there's no doubt
Bitches like me cause I'm turnin' it out
I'm here, there, everywhere
Sportin' fat gold rope, I'm a mothafuckin' player
Recognize game when it's on your face
As you dip to the beat and you feel the bass
Crook it up loud, would be doin' fine
Pose like a pimp and check my rhyme
Some young tender dosen't like this beat
But a bitch ain't nothin' but a word to me
I can check her, wreck her, or just get paid
Cut to the house and freak my maid
You see, she dosen't speak english but we don't talk
I call her Lucy and she's juicy, makes your eye balls walk
We never hesitate to make good love
She clean up my house and then clean me up
So check it out, you bitches
I tell you a story of rags to riches
So check it out, freak nasty
I know you're fine but you look like Lassie
Bitch, not a long ago I used to hang at the mall
Top floor, baby, all the freaks I called
And if they didn't wanna come that ain't shit
I just drop a few lines and then call her bitch...
Bitch!
INTRO
(Bitch!)
Bitches keep comin up $hort
Fuckin with Too $hort,Too $hort
(Bitch!)
Too $hort,Too $hort
REPEAT
Now fuck around and get a 5 in your ???
Straight across ya face to make sure all you bitches understand it
But I'm a pimp mack player-ass nigga
Not a gentleman ain't gonna be no sucker-ass swindlin
I know ya starvin bitch what you gone eat?
Just because I feed you up I guess you waitin on me
It ain't goin be that,you shoulda ate or bought'cha ass a plate
Cos on this date we just fuckin till it's late
I ain't Romeo,Prince Charming or knight in shining armour
I'm only out to fuck a bitch,fuck tryin to charm her
I treat a fine ass bitch like dirt
No money in her purse,a fuck is all it's worth
Lookin hella good in the club like a ho
Bitch,you need to go find a nigga to buy some mo' drinks
At the bar,fill you up with Long Islands
While I be all in your face tryin to fuck smilin
Cos Short Dawg'll never cater to you hos
And if you ain't fuckin I say "Later" to you hos
So if you bitches gotta plot
You better get gonna get shot fuckin with Short Dawg
Bitches keep comin up $hort
Fuckin with Too $hort,Too $hort
(Bitch!)
REPEAT
Bitches be like rabbits swarmin diamonds and carats
See my car,see my house and they think I'm a sheriff
I ain't never been a marked bitch,you too ballsy
Wanna drive my car closed-up,that's when you lost me
I tell a bitch real quick,I ain't no (?tissu-roll?)
All you good fo' is some head and some pussy,ho!
And if the pussy and the head tight,we fuck em twice
Cos Short Dawg ain't nuttin nice
Bitch jumped in the car,asks me where we goin?
I'm Shorty the Pimp bitch,you goin hoin
Fucked in the car with my pants and my jacket on
Raged about the pussy,now I'm in the traffic
Now pussy still wet,got my dick in her hand
Lickin all around it,rollin through the flat lands
Take her to my strip,never pussy-whipped
Seein niggas with them bitches,I'd a tossed the pimp
I use to break hos for Scrilla,but now it's down now
I'm makin bank rolls for real-a and rockin town bitches
Livin large for a night,turn back into pumpers
When I'm through fuckin,bitches leavin with nothin
Bitches keep comin up $hort
Fuckin with Too $hort,Too $hort
(Bitch!)
Too-Too $hort,Too $hort(Hos can't fuck with me)
(Bitch!)Too $hort
Now break it down to the beat one time!
Ol' School.Tell ya lil' somethin about Shorty
I'm the East Oakland player,lovers are mooshy
I fuck a different ho a day and leave rubbers and pussy
Bitches keep lookin for some Too $hort acts
Squeezin on a rubber tryin ta pull it off and make it bust
Bitch might lose her mind if I raw-dig her
Get pregnant,move her in and make Ma and Pa richer
No more player,no Shorty the Pimp
I get payed,divert a cheque and get forty per cent
All the homies talkin bad,hair down,walkin sad
Got the broad livin with me,baby sayin "Dad!"
Sex played out and ol'Shorty's bored getting fat!
Then my bitch turn into a rat
I could try to mack again but the bitches won't want me
Cos I'm all washed up,broke,fat and funky
Short Dawg is through,people call me Todd Shaw
All the rappers who was fake gonna mic,got raw
Ugly hos playin hard-to-get,sold all my cars
Now I ride the bus and shit
I had a '94 Lexus,Rolexes,I sold it all
Now I can't afford breakfast
I lost everything I worked to be
Never thought I'd be a trick,payin hos to serve me
Shit!Snap back came out of my dream
Shit can really happen if you know what I mean?
But fuck a wife biatch,stay away
Don't wanna own a pussy,keep the babies on lay-away
Bitch thought I robbed it,said it was mine
She didn't know I fucked her with a dildo the whole time
Star-struck bitch seein dollar signs,she think the wad is fine
Playin games so I taught her mine
Tryin to play her prayer got caught in a trap
Learnt a lesson from the game that I taught in my rap
Bitches keep comin up $hort
Fuckin with Too $hort,Too $hort
(Bitch!)
REPEAT
H-E-A-D,
All you washed up hoes tryin to throw that P
You're just a big freak, you better not complain,
When you hear these cocktails and you hear your name.
If you a fake bitch, ain't no thing
I'll pick up the phone and call Janine.
If I call Marie, I know for a fact
I'm gettin fucked in my drop top cadillac
I met this freak named Naomi
Straight dick sucker worked me and my homies.
She had a girlfriend, her name was Vicki
I pulled her to the side and let her suck my dick.
She was fine as fuck, but can't fuck with Tina
Tina, Tina, the sperm cleana.
I took her to my house and told her strip
Baby got freaky-started doing the splits.
I said, "Bitch!!! Do what you want
Cause this true blue mack won't even front".
I fucked her with my finger, she tried to cum
Pussy so tight, it wouldn't give me none
I'm Too $hort baby couldn't be no punk
I'm trying to get freaky cause I love the funk
My dick is big and her nigga had a little one,
I didn't fuck her freaky ass, but it was still fun.
I know you stop and wonder just what it is..
It's the California lifestyle that I live.
My name is Short, my game is long
I freak these hoes and sing these songs.
I know this girl named Annette
Get her all alone and she'll suck your dick
Hella freaky...won't say no for shit
You and her all alone, nigga that's your bitch.
I know another freak her name's Joanne
I always get the pussy cuz I know I can
Finest bitch around, ain't got no man
Everytime she cross my mind I go fuck her again.
She's like another bitch named Christine
Bitch so dumb, I named her misdemeanor
Cuz it had to be a crime to be that dumb
I took her to my house and she let me cum in her mouth
You know I did all that shit
She got my number, if she beep me, I'm gonna call that bitch,
And go dig in them guts like a gardener,
If she starts screamin', I'm gonna fuck the bitch harder.
Cause these are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales I tell so well
You don't like my dirty rap you can go to hell
Cuz SAhort Dogg's on the mike tellin' cocktails.
I meet the groupies, hookers like Kathy,
Fucking M.C.'s cause she's so nasty,
See her backstage trying to throw that ass,
She just like the freaks and she had to pass me that pussy
You can't stop the bitch
Let her roll on my rolls then I drop the bitch
My name is Short my game is long
I freak these hoes and sing these songs.
I know another girl named Stephanie
Do anything she can to have sex with me
She really don't bring out the best in me
But I love her fine ass laying next to me.
She's like another freak named Nicole
So damn sprung on my diamonds and gold
I took her to my house, she gave me the panties
I fucked her so good she told her friend named Angie.
Angie called me up about two weeks later
Talking some shit about do me player
So I did her just like Tamara,
Taking naked pictures with my poloroid camera.
Next they told a girl named Rocquelle
Got my skin all under her fingernails
She was diggin in my back while I grind the shit
That was way back now I can't find the bitch
But if I do, I'll probably do the same again
Break the bitch for everything cuz I came to pimp.
I'm Too Short baby, I don't stop mackin
I grab the microphone and I don't stop rappin
You can bet your life as I spit these raps
I'll be fucking em' up like that...BITCH.
I know another trick her name was Shery,
I had to cut her loose cuz she wanted to get married
Pussy so good and I do mean very...
SOmetimes it's shaved and sometimes it's hairy.
I'm Short Dogg ain't nothing nice
You ever make me mad and I'll fuck your wife
Have fun with your bitch and have her sprung on my dick.
I guess I'll pull it out and just cum on your bitch
Like my other little tramp named Erika
ANywhere I want to fuck that's where I fuck
Cuz she's the freakiest bitch in America
Everytime I get the pussy I just tear it up....
Cuz these are the tales the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
You don't like my dirty raps you can go to hell
Cuz Short Dogg is on the mike telling cocktales!!!!!!!!!
Intro:
Yeah thats right baby
You rolling to the sounds of Too $hort
Album #11 (Just Can't Stay Away)
You knew I couldn't stay away (can't stay away)
Dedicated to the funk baby
Thats how we do this we been doing this
Verse One:
So I made a new album
Fresh out of retirement
I can't stay away I'm ready to ride again
I could do it for the money I'd rather do it for the fans
Break out my old caddy, I'd knew he'd understand
See I don't stop rapping, so how could I retire
I had to re negotate, Cause the stakes were getting higher
Lawsuits and jail, partnerships fail
Didn't have a drivers lisence, so I was always making bail
Three years ago I told y'all I'd get my scrill
They gave a nigga millions with the same shit deal
You know I gotta live so I might as well learn
I'd be the first motherfucker to tell you I got burned
So I retired, started all over again
I put the game down like an Oakland pimp (Oakland pimp)
And now I get payed like the NBA
First class on that ass,every game we play
Fuck your attitude bitch, you ain't hurting me
I'm felling to cool, I'm rolling three times *?berkely?*
You can get your ass out and walk home
I'll find another young broud and get my fuck on
So please don't trip, in my cadillac bitch
Maybe some other time cause I ain't having that shit
Right now I'm about to lean to the left
Wipe that frown off your face bitch I mean what I said
I'm bout to bump this beat, I'm wasting time talking
Keep fucking with me and they goin find their ass walking
I'm to the next level, but I keep on rapping
This shit I be doing just ain't suppose to happen
What you know about the motherfuking east side connection
Hitting backstreets in my motherfucking oldschool flexing
Niggas on the eastside we ain't no punks
Made em get four way stop signs and speedbumps
Always highspeed chasing everyday and night
They call me $ir Too $hort bitch you better say it right
I had to look past rap music and R&B;
I be a leader and watch this niggas follow me
I could be 40, album 15 it wouldn't matter
I probably got way more rhymes then all you rappers
I know i got more songs then you ever made
I stayed on the charts and I stayed paid
So don't around me bragging about the shit you achieved
Cause I know excalty what you and me need
To be in two different places all the time
I ain't concerned with yours so stay the fuck up out of mine
I own all my shit so you can't destoy it or enjoy it
unless I say so and motherfuckers better know it
If you living really good it ain't nuttin but fate
I love to see a new rapper doing something great
When I hear a funky base line I always pay attention
I spit these pimp ass rhymes cause hoes love the way
I mention pimp shit all the time
18 years of making music, I bring square bitches to my house
and watch her straight get loose wit it
Too $hort baby can't never stop funking
I've been doing this for years and I got hella songs that bumping
All you hang around along time, One hit happen
Got no love for this rap music, you need to stop rapping
I thought you was jealous of my bitches and cars
But you just mad that your shit ain't hitting like ours
Thats whats real about this beats I tell all my freaks
At the studio, bitch don't bother me
Its all about the funk, live bass
Trinity, infancy JB28 and dump some chords with the vintage key
You hear what I'm saying, learn from my example
Break out the instruments and stay away from the samples
Get your publishing for everything you right
Instead of selling it keep it for the rest of your life
So just take my advice and don't quit
Cause if you do, you won't get shit, beyatch
Outro:
$hort Dawg on the motherfucking microphone spitting that real game
Album # 11, Just can't stay away
Its on, Once again its on
Too $hort records, in Platinum we trust, believe that
[Ant Banks]
Its been a long time kickin this and everybody knows it
Oaktown still in the house, but I suppose its
Time for some more shit
So yo peep the flow bitch and I'll be
the motherfuckin host with the most dick
So now you know it ain't a damn thang changed up
Stayin true to the streets since we came up
So blame us for givin you the game plus
Much bass now the name is just Dangerous
So here we go, its time for some new shit
From 94 to 95 we can do this
So nigga just love this with no playa hation
Cause we gets respect all over the nation
Still in this to win this so you can pretend this
Beat this like my dick in yo mouth, until I'm finished
The shit goes on and on and on
But when you gets no promotion
That ass is gone
In the studio all day puttin in work
Hoes didn't give a fuck and man that shit hurts
Used and abused no pain no gain
Sure them hoes tried to play us, but we still in the game
[Short Dawg]
Still in the game, after all these years
Been bumpin so long I can hardly hear
Still got the same flow that I used to have
You can clown if you want, but don't do it too fast
Cause I'm gone slow it way down, than shoot your ass
And send you wanna be pimps, back to class
Cause Ant Banks been making these beats too long
You trying to get with these funky songs
But the formulas patented, we ain't havin it
Game is all we spit
Keep on mackin bitch
You can't make it hard
Can't tell a motherfucker how to play this part
Call me Short Dawg baby of the Dangerous Crew
Talkin on the Mobil Ant Banks came through
Ridin in a brand new Benz
A nigga like that might have a few ends
No shit bitch, stupid hoe
You spent your last 10 years in the studio
We ain't no punks
We can't be played
Still in the game, still gettin paid
You know we got all the hoes
More hoes than Swiss cheese nigga
Ant Banks you wanna hoe, you wanna bitch?
Chorus:
Well can I get a bitch (bitch)
Nigga can I get a bitch (bitch)
$hort give me a bitch (bitch)
Banks jump yo fat ass in the mix
[Ant Banks]
Yeah the shit gets hectic, but you gots to accept it
10 years chillin in the game, well respected
But check this, some niggaz don't give a fuck
Never be givin us props, see we don't stop cause we don't give a fuck
We gets paid, so tell me what a nigga know
We hit him low with the bass, than we get more
Number one album, so where the fuck you at?
Doing sit-ups, stay off my dick still tryin to rap
Damn, we never ballin out of control
We open doors for the motherfuckin O
Now lets roll
Everybody up cause we all got to get it
And when you get your motherfuckin chance nigga spit it
So listen to what I'm tellin G, come with the melody
Or keep yo skin tight so you can have longetivity
Like the Bad Ass, shit I had to earn that name
Some love it some hate it, but I'm still in the game
Chorus
[Short Dawg]
Young nigga in the fifth grade, stealin cigarettes
At ten years old, he was a real vet
Sellin gold weed, makin money like a star
Wasn't old enough to drive, but I still bought a car
Ten years later, he was sellin coke
Fuck with the nigga he was killin folks
Had to do a couple of niggas or he would've caught the crome
Hopped on the plane, straight got gone
10 years on the run, still in the game
Bounce back through the town ain't nothin change
Caught a murder beef, but the shit was weak
Charges got dropped in less than two weeks
Nigga went through alot, but his bnk is fat
Tried to catch him up with them wiretaps
But that snitch thean told
Its simple and plain
You can clown all you want, but we still in the game
Somebody say bitch (bitch)
Somebody say bitch (bitch)
Somebody say bitch bitch (bitch bitch)
Now let me hear y'all scream (hooo)
Scream (hooo)
Ant Banks and Short Dawg in the house fool and we mackin
Ain't nuthin like pimpin just let it roll
Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
Ain't nuthin like pimpin just don't quit
Mother fuck you damn shithead bitch
My diamonds and the Lex say it's time to flow
Wonder how I got rich, they say I rhyme too slow, so
I'm from the "O" I for what I know
And like I told your ass before you can fuck my hoe
I ride nuthin but vogues, ain't hittin no switches
Top down in my Caddy just me and my bitches
With a Ziplock bag full of green weed
I roll it all up cuz I'm a fiend in need
Of some dank smoke all up in my chest
Dangerous Crew got the bomb, we don't smoke that stress
Cuz we getting funky on album 9
I smoked a few joints bitch now I'm fine
Studio's in a cloud
Smelling kind of loud
Nuthin like pimpin
Nigger fuck Bill Clinton
Make me the mother fucking president
I'll make the White House a hoe house and all the pimps, To just
Set up shops like they do in Vegas
Legalize pimpin for all the playa's
Puttin fine ass bitches in the streets and the hood
Every year a nigger trade for a new Fleetwood
You know I'm rollin, I can't be faking
I come through and all your hoes I'm taking
You know I'm rolling, don't do no simpin
I'm an Oaktown playa ain't nuthin like pimpin
Ain't nuthin like the pimp game you should know
Never love a bitch or a hoe
You fell in love with her though trying to get in them pants
And the next thing ya know your baby momma's a tramp
Don't get mad now nigger want to shove the bitch
Cuz a year ago, you know, you loved the bitch
Now your stomache's upset and your feelings are hurt
She gotcha looking like an old banana peel in the dirt
Bitch, slipped up and hit your ass for a lick
Talking that mother fucking baby shit
You'z a punk ass nigger can't you see
Thatz the difference between niggers like you and me
I got bitches, on my mind
It's been like that for a real long time
I know the way them hoes take your cash
They let you fuck and make you pay up fast
Trick nigger, why you wanna be like that
Let them try for lent bitches take your fat ass stack
Couldn't tell them hoes nuthin but the punk in you
Cuz they already know what they want from you
Big bank, Ben Franklin, do the bitch just fine
She'll be taking all of yours and can't fuck with mine
I'm the M to the A to the C and K
All you playa hating niggas shouldn't be that way
There ain't nuthin like pimpin just let it roll
Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
Ain't nuthin like pimping just don't quit
Mother fuck you damn shit head bitch
Lights, camera, action, cut
Hollywood look out the bitch is coming up
She took acting classes 'bout to be on her way
On a Greyhound bus from home to L.A.
She said it wouldn't take long to make it to the top
A few auditions land a job
I was down in L.A., hit the club for a drink
I'm a player ass nigger tell me what do ya think
I walked up to the bitch in my clean ass suit
And I told her, I've been watching you
I peeped you out from the bar
You must be a model or a movie star
She said "No, but that's my dream.
To see my face on the movie screen"
I tell ya nothing but game came out my mouth
She was talking 'bout agents, I was turning her out
I said "Listen real close to what I'm saying.
All you need is me; you don't need no agent"
I'm a pimp ass nigger and the game don't stop
"All you gotta do is fuck a few big shots,
Cause if you can't do that, they're going to hold ya back"
She was sucking up the game, down to do all that
She said "Short baby, I ain't no simp"
But the nigger in the suit ain't nuthin but a pimp
And all them white guys you had sex with
They weren't big shots, they were nothing but tricks
She came to me and said it just won't last
I looked, and I laughed, and I kicked her ass
Cuz all she wanted was the fame
But you can't get shit when you don't have game
Guerilla pimpin just let it roll
Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
Guerilla pimps just don't quit
I say mother fuck you damn shithead bitch
*MC Breed*
Ain't nuthin like pimpin now you know
I want a bitch thats an everyday hoe
Just a Beyotch
There ain't nuthin like pimp now you know
I want a bitch thats a top notch hoe
Just a Beyotch
(Too Short) Mother fuck you damn shithead bitch
Ain't nuthin like pimpin now you know
I want a bitch thats an everyday hoe
Just a Beyotch
(Too Short) Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
There ain't nuthin like pimping now you know
I want a bitch thats an everyday hoe
Just a Beyotch
(Too Short) Say mother fuck you damn shithead beyatch!!
Mmm Mmm Mmmmmm
(Too Short) Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
Nuthin but a pimp
(Too Short) Mother fuck you damn shithead bitch
Short Dogg ain't nuthin but a pimp
(Too Short) Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
(Too Short) Cuss words. Mother fuck you damn shithead beyotch!
Nuthin like pimpin now you know
Ain't nuthin like pimpin so now you know
(Too Short) Beyotch!!
There ain't nothing like pimpin now you know
(Too Short) Ain't nuthin like pimping damn shithead bitch
Ain't nuthin like pimpin so now you know
(Too Short) There ain't nothing like pimping god damn asshole
Ah
(Too Short) That's it nigger, there is no more. Life is...
*Unknown Voice*
Thatz deep. Yeah. That right. There ain't nothing like a bitch.
Ain't nothing like a mother fucking, BITCH!
You, nasty, once a month bleeding mother fucking nasty ass mother fuck it
(Takes a deep breath)
BITCH, I hate your mother fucking ass. You mother fucking Beeeeeeyoooootch!!!
Beyotch!! And your momma too. Fuck all yall. Hahahaha
Chorus:
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
When I take 'em to the spot ya know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy "All I got is top notch"
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
Verse one:
Im the super player I got women everwhere
I know you love a square, I dont care
I still get it, anytime I want to
Call her at the house, I think she said "come through"
Im coming, everytime I see her
Thats what im doing, I cant believe ya
When ya tell me, shes all yours
Cause when I have her on the floor, down on all fours
She said its mine, and thats for sure
If you come around when im near, you gotta go
Cause you dont nothing bout this ballers work
When we was players coming up we knocked all the girls
And now I just go out and take my pick
If you gotta enough game you can take my bitch
I wont hate you, try to clown, I'll put you down
Cause I got women all over this town
Chorus:
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
When I take 'em to the spot, ya know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy "All I got is top notch"
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
Verse Two:
You couldnt be a betta player then me, you aint got enough game
You couldnt take her from me, you aint even have a chance
Not with me in the picture
You even got the last dance to see what it could gets you
Nothing, broken hearted and lonely
Cause when its over, shes going home with me
Five foot nine short hair big booty
Looking like the leading lady starring in a movie
Fly crib, mercedes benz
She loves niggas like me and my shady friends
And when we hang out, dont count the champagne bottles
Thinking Im drunk, I dont play game lotto
I put the game down from the start
And you aint nothing but a dumb ass mark
She started teasing when she saw the red carpet
What did you say nigga "Get ya ass in the car bitch"
Chorus:
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
When I take 'em to the spot, ya know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy "All I got is top notch"
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
Verse Three:
Hoochies, cheerleaders, groupies, beer drinkers
High class stuck up hoes, that getting real freaky
Laywers, nurses, police women, teachers
If shes a top notch, I keep her
Tall ass models, skinny and shit, big tities, short and thick
All complexions, different nationalities
Pimp game from from east oakland, out to cali
Keep 'em teenage to middle age, is she paid
Cuz if she aint, what can she make
If I see a bad bitch I aint fin away,
Im gonna holla at her, I cant discriminate
Its not about the sex, not all the time,
cause im trying to get in her mind
Like when ya stand and just stare at the ocean
I help ya manage your emotions, bitch
Chorus:
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
When I take 'em to the spot, ya know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy "All I got is top notch"
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
Talking:
Aint no bitches like my bitches, I know ya think ya gotta lotta hoes nigga
And ya probably do, but theres one fact that'll always be true
You couldnt be a betta player than me nigga
Life is, life is too short, so keep trying nigga keep trying
Numba one, player of the year, player of the decade
Player of the century, player of the mothafucking millenium
And his name is too $hort, bitch
[E-40]
UHH~! Where I stay they gotta temper they locks
Get they hair done down at Nappy or Not (BAY AREA!!!)
No funk abusin the cops
Droppin off yola in the Wal*Mart parkin lot (parkin lot)
Hustle in our arteries, re-up and re-cop (cop)
Cemeteries, mortuaries, tryin to get guap' (UHHH)
Drugs, fetti and sex
Chicken one day, fed goods the next (UHHH~!)
I got a cold conversation
Could talk a cop out a ticket in front of the police station
My niggaz KNOW I'm a patient
When you're funkin or beefin all it takes is a little patience
(UHHH) Gotta be slick and sly
I ain't gon' kill nuttin, and I ain't gon' let nuttin die
Looted up, suited up, rap for fun
Wanna hear this black right here? Nigga say, this my one
[Chorus]
Droop-E made the black, Sic'Wid'It hog
Who that rappin on the track? 40-Wat' and $hort Dawg
(At the bank they call us Earl and Todd)
(We up all night, hustlin hard)
UHHH {can't stop won't stop} this my one
{We gotta get it how we get it} this my one
{Like the beat hear knocks} this my one
{Got 'em all in the clubs yellin} this my one
[Too $hort]
Things can't stay the same
Somebody gotta break the chain
Put some big money back in the game
We havin big money and we at it a-gain
But can you handle it mayne
or would rather be grimy doin scandalous thangs?
You wanna ball, you can't tell him he ain't
Cause if the music don't pay he gon' sell 'em the 'caine
All the crack babies are growin up now
They got ADD, throw it up and act wild
Extra hyper, she asked me if I like her
Slow down girl, you move faster than a Viper
You're too freaky, you're way too sleazy
You could make some money but you give it up easy
Can't even get a coke dealer
You a broke bitch fuckin with a broke nigga!
[Chorus]
[E-40]
UHHH... I play my position
So much throb in the trunk got the CD player skippin
(CD player skippin) I'm smokin and sippin
Hood life, speed bumps in the residential district
UHHHHH~! Pimpin this the anthem
Got the Chrysler lips, lookin like a phantom
Like a PHANTOM!! I burn rubber on a hater
If it ain't about yaper I'm hit the 'ccelerator
[Too $hort]
Me and E-40, we rap for money
on funky-ass tracks with slappin drumbeats
Pay me up front cause I'm not a dummy
Promoters like bitches when I'm hot they want me
... And that's all the time
I stay on tour, knockin all the dimes
I can't name 'em, the list is long
But when they hear that bass shit they say "This my one!"
[Chorus 2X]
[Too $hort]
I'm a legend in the game, you can't replace me
I'm drivin' this car, don't try to race me
You'll never win, I came straight from the coastline
I got the most albums and the most rhymes
I could die and you still won't catch up
How you gonna step up when you let them little heffers
dig in your pocket while they suckin' on your left nut
You a soldier? Nigga I'm a vet, what
I'm old school with a new style
Girls hear me rap and act too wild
But that's how I like 'em, what you wanna do now?
Get you all alone girl and turn you out
You want a man that do all he can
Hold your hand, and take you to the promise land
But I refuse to help you get there
(Good luck) I hope you choose on the best player
[Chorus]
Shittin' on 'em
I'm shittin' on 'em...
I'm shittin' on 'em beotch!
[Too $hort]
She said I'm too old, get fucked it's too late
She said tell $hort it's a new day
Bitch I say fuck what you say
I'm from the Old Bay and the New Bay
When you make the wrong choice, who you gon' blame?
I'm all in your ear tellin' you the wrong thing
But you listen anyway, buyin' the dream
You know about us pimps, we be lyin' and things
I don't wanna fight for the bitch Joe
It's all about the game, and who can spit the most
I'm never too faded to hustle
Ball up my fists, and make a muscle
I stay strapped, I don't wanna tustle
Fake ass bodyguard nigga wanna wrestle
Cause you think she's likin' me?
She's goin' hella stupid on this hyphy beat?
And now you wanna fight with me?
Make me mad, and I'ma fuck your wife-to-be
I'm from the Eastside where the Raiders play
Where you get your game from? I say the Bay
You think I'll square up? You can't be hopin'
I'm hard on a bitch, I was trained in Oakland
I never turned in my player card
Ask anybody, they'll say I'm hard
I'm shittin' on 'em
[Chorus]
I'm shittin' on 'em...
I'm shittin' on 'em...
I'm shittin' on 'em...
I'm shittin' on 'em beotch!
[Too $hort]
You so horny, tryin' to find you a bitch mayne
I'm hustlin', I gotta stay rich mayne
You friendly, like to buy hoes gifts
But I'm mean, I hit 'em with the closed fist
You a sucka, take a bitch on a trip
I kick back, and send a bitch to go get my stack
And you'll never do that
You're weak for a bitch, you better move back
Why they always use you?
Cause you pay 'em, that's what they used to
Man bitches everywhere
Treat niggaz like you like teddy bears
You'll get to feel on her and touch her
You always with her but you still ain't fucked her
You fell in love with the bitch last summer
I fucked a few times then dumped her
You tricks, always tryin' to find you a better hoe
I told you, never put the pussy on a pedestal
Them nasty little cum freaks, F 'em
If they wasn't bout the money I left 'em
Burn rubber, I'm drivin' fast
That's my new motto 'cause it's time to smash
I flew past still givin' it gas
Made a right turn, swingin' the ass
I'm shittin' on 'em
[Chorus]
I'm shittin' on 'em...
I'm shittin' on 'em...
I'm shittin' on 'em...
I'm shittin' on 'em beotch!
[Chorus: Kool Ace]
Wanna see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down
Gotta see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down
[Too $hort]
You made a lot of money since you hit the stage
Swingin' on the pole so many different ways
Got hit with a butt cheek and smacked ya back
You're a dancer but you shoulda been a acrobat
I don't even know if it's bald or bushy
I see them titties out girl but I ain't saw no pussy
What we gotta do to see you get butt naked
and shake it, how much you tryin' to make bitch?
You could do it easily, is this how you gon' do me?
You're teasin' me, pulled 'em halfway down your booty
You need to let them panties meet them ankles
Show 'em you a bad bitch, fuck these stank hoes
You know I go hard all night
I'm famous, I've been a star all my life
You need to take them draws off
Do it girl, take it all off
[Chorus: Kool Ace]
Wanna see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down
Gotta see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down
[Too $hort]
Take that g-string off, take everything off
Why you still wearin' clothes, girl you must be lost
Let that monkey out, go 'head do your thang
Take them panties off, and let that pussy hang
If we was at my house, I don't play that
I'd get you undressed, I'd make you stay wet
I'd burn a lot of rubber, all in your walls
When you fuck with me bitch you gotta drop yo' draws
[Chorus: Kool Ace]
Wanna see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down
Gotta see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down
[Too $hort]
Broke nigga what you doin' here?
You ain't even bought nothin' new this year
It's some people in here that don't like you
They lookin' at you mean, right now they wanna fight you
You know you can't win, hangin' with your scary ass friends
Flossin' at the club but you never had a Benz
Now these bitches wanna hurt you
They say you act gay, you probably wear skirts too
That's what they say, they callin' you a faggot
It might be a problem, you better call some back-up
Fuck a credit card, can't go to Western Union
Use the ATM, or just keep it movin'
Ain't nobody chasin' you, not if you ain't runnin'
But if you in this club man you gotta spend some money
He don't wanna buy a dance but he can't stop lookin'
Nigga ducked and he ran out the club and he shook him, beotch!
[Chorus: Kool Ace]
Wanna see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down
Gotta see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down
[Too $hort]
You want me to say I do?
I L-O-V-E Y-O-U
You love me don't you, now it's true
The opposite, that's how I do
Relationships, they come and go
Next thing you know she's on the flo'
Dancin, she wants some mo'
Her ex-boyfriend he'll never know
She's still sprung, can't tell her nuttin
She was young, when she fell in love with him
Used to spend every day with him
He cheated, and now she's hatin him
He's a fraud, don't tell her that
You can do a background credit check
Show her how to have better sex
And it still ain't over - never that~!
[Chorus]
It ain't over, I want you to get it closer
Wanna get to know what, what I want will get me goin
It ain't over, got a man but he ain't gonna
Wanna get me goin, come on baby show me what's up
[Too $hort]
I wanna go there wit'chu
Do the house and the kids too
I know what it is wit'chu
You hot, girl I'm thizzin too!
So you gotta be home at 10?
Next time I see you it's on again
I shoulda known your man'd
hit redial, and call your phone again
Who's ass is that?
Bitch don't ask me that
I'm keepin you, I won't pass it back
Let it ring don't answer that
Unless you wanna tell him now
While we havin sex and you hella loud
Screamin and yellin out
Tell him what we all about
[Chorus]
You say you want it and that I'm in love
I got another but I'm feeling yah
You so hot, but I been involved too long
It ain't over, boy I just can't go, oh no
[Too $hort]
You think he slept around
Held you back and kept you down
You was sad, are you happy now?
At your momma and your daddy's house
With a sad and long face
Wishin you had yo' own place
You've been lonely lately
Even tried to go on and datin
But then you met me, I'm a different type
Can't fall in love, I'm pimpin right
Probably wanna fuck by the end of the night
Push your dress up and your panties aside
The best ever, it can't be true
I'ma pull on your hair and spank you too
You like it rough, I think you do
I'ma beat it up 'til the pink turn blue
[Chorus]
You say you want it and that I'm in love
I got another but I'm feeling yah
You so hot, but I been involved too long
It ain't over, boy I just can't go, oh no
It ain't over, I want you to get it closer
Wanna get to know what, what I want will get me goin
It ain't over, got a man but he ain't gonna
Wanna get me goin, come on baby show me what's up
[Too $hort]
I hope you wanna do the same thing I wanna do
Do you want me the same way I want you?
I like you so much baby but I won't touch
Until you say it's time to leave here and go fuck
You do it so right I could never say it's wrong
I like the way you act when they play your favorite song
You scream out loud, start dancin' hella wild
Girl right now I wanna pull your panties down
Fuck you real good down low on the flo'
Fuck you on the stage like we puttin' on a show
Fuck you in the stall in the men's bathroom
Outside in the car, we can do that too
I'll drive you to the house, dick sucked gettin' head
Play with your pussy then fuck you in the bed
After all that fuckin' I'ma fall asleep in it
Wake up in the mornin' and fuck you in the kitchen
[Chorus]
Girl I like it when you do it like that
I like the way you shake and you bounce that back
I like the way it looks 'cause your booty so fat
I'd like to take you home girl and move in that crack
I like it when them cheeks jump up and down
I like it when you drop and make it touch the ground
You lookin' in my eyes and I'm lookin' right back
Just don't stop dancin 'cause I like it like that
[Too $hort]
I know you with your man, other niggaz gon' stare
I don't really care, I'm a motherfuckin' player
I never tell you stop, I wanna see you keep goin'
Got a dance so cold, I swear it be snowin'
Even though it's hella hot in here, everybody sweatin' you
Half wanna dance, other half wanna get with you
Every time a nigga walk by and say hello
Starin' at your booty 'cause it moves like jello
Now I'm really feelin' like you need my service
Jealous boyfriend, I can see him gettin' nervous
You don't even notice 'cause you doin' your thang
Shouldn't have came here with him, you knew he couldn't hang
I love the view, but that just ain't enough
I can hear it beepin' like you backin' up a truck
You need a special permit to operate that ass
I'ma hit it right girl and make it last
[Chorus]
Cause I like it when you do it like that
I like the way you shake and you bounce that back
I like the way it looks 'cause your booty so fat
I'd like to take you home girl and move in that crack
I like it when them cheeks jump up and down
I like it when you drop and make it touch the ground
You lookin' in my eyes and I'm lookin' right back
Just don't stop dancin 'cause I like it like that
[Dolla Will]
It's on once again, come and roll with a pimp
I ain't mad at ya girl, get your money, go and strip
Extra shots of Patr-n just in case you wanna sip
Smokin' grapes, pay security so they won't trip
The way you're dancin', how ya move your body so swift
Ass big enough to hold a glass with no coaster
Seen a little bit of cash now you're movin' closer
If you wanna we can leave from here and go somewhere
(That's right) It ain't nothin 'cause I'm into that
I'm tryin' to see if me, you and your girlfriend can interact
Treat 'em like drinks, if they ain't right then I send 'em back
Gotta be jazzy, can't have the shoes without the bag (Dolla)
[Too $hort]
I wanna send a special shoutout
To all the females with the matchin' bags, purses, shoes
All the accessories... I like that shit
[Chorus]
Girl I like it when you do it like that
I like the way you shake and you bounce that back
I like the way it looks 'cause your booty so fat
I'd like to take you home girl and move in that crack
I like it when them cheeks jump up and down
I like it when you drop and make it touch the ground
You lookin' in my eyes and I'm lookin' right back
Just don't stop dancin 'cause I like it like that
[Too $hort]
I'm tryin' to do a show, I don't even know
Most of these niggaz, I came with some hoes
Hell nah they don't know me, askin' is he with us
Back in the day groupies was always bitches
Just throw 'em all 'cause you can't warn 'em
Why you wanna be on stage with me? You ain't performin'
I don't come to your job, tryin' to flip your burgers
I can handle this crowd, I don't need your service
You wanna be my dancer, you must be trippin'
If you ain't got big titties, why you up here strippin'?
You better take that shit back where you came from
Throw it up nigga... go 'head, bang on me
Just get off the stage
[Chorus]
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage
[Too $hort]
You wanna hug me, and take pictures
Talkin' bout you love me, I like bitches
You jumpin' round like we rehearsed this
When I called the girls to the stage you was the first bitch
All in my ear, askin' bout a after party
I'm tryin' to do a show man, back up off me
Security shouldn't even get paid
I watched 'em push the ladies back and let these niggaz on the stage
They'll tell you tomorrow, exactly how it happened
They was all on stage with me, while I was rappin'
Gave me women and weed, then we dipped to the pad
But all that really happened was they made me look bad
Get off the stage bitch
[Chorus]
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage
[Too $hort]
When all the rappers come to town you wanna stand next to 'em
What you swingin' on his nuts for man, what you doin'?
Go back in the crowd, and stand with your homies
I got niggaz out there and damn you don't even know me
At first, you was just chillin' on the side
Now you next to me, you must be feelin' alright
I don't lip sing, everything I do is live
Your name is Too $hort? Then motherfucker who am I?
Why you celebratin'? Raisin' both your arms
You gon' help later? You ain't makin' no songs
You ain't the manager, on the turntables
You don't dance for the group and you don't work for the label
Get off the fuckin' stage bitch
[Chorus]
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage bitch...
Get off the stage
[CHORUS 1]
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
From the weed house straight to the strip club
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
I pull heat from the heat rub
All i fuck wit is gangstas and strippers
She's a killa and a sweet thing
Set a nigga up wit the money and g-string
Now throw them G's up
And tell a bitch get up off your knees slut
Cuz we get rowdy tonight
Them scary motherfuckas know how we like to fight
Thats why they leave when we show up
Then all you little bitches see me and hoe up
Square people dont want me around
We get crunked in the A we go dumb in the town
They say we like to clown
But we get too stupid on that hi-fi sound
(WHAT)
[CHORUS 2]
How u like me now
All the gangstas and strippers
How u like my style
I fuck wit gangstas and strippers
I know im kinda wild
Like the gangstas and strippers
Its bout time u find out
All i fuck wit is gangstas and strippers
I dont blow no mist
Im a california nigga all the hoes know this
Yeah we smokin purple
Pedal to the metal and we goin in circles
All u smell is weed and rubber
If i hit yo baby mama im a mothafucka
Cuz she's loving me
Staring at my face she wanna fuck wit me
I wanna fuck her too
And i always know just wat to do
Yo baby mama is a stripper
Town business it wont take long to get her
Cuz she's a cute little thick thang
I got her goin dumb on the dick man
Im insane when i spit game
Then i dump them and i flush them like shit stain
[CHORUS 2]
How u like me now
All the gangstas and strippers
How u like my style
I fuck wit gangstas and strippers
I know im kinda wild
Like the gangstas and strippers
Its bout time u find out
All i fuck wit is gangstas and strippers
You see me at the strip club
Outside about to pick a bitch up
Around fo' A.M. im up all night u know i am.
And if you fuck wit me i make one phone call
Call up's and G's relax
Dont tell me wat to do i kick back
And watch all hell break loose
I feel sorry for ya'll
Cuz once they start u gotta fight them all
You see the front door you better run
You never got jumped before its fun
When you doin the jumpin
Turn he's mothafuckin head into a pumkin
Sack him in he's mouth know the nigga out
The take he's girl to the house and dig it out
BITCH......
[CHORUS 1]
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked
Now how u like me now
I fuck wit gangstas and strippers
How u like my style
I fuck wit gangstas and strippers
I know im kinda wild
Like the gangstas and strippers
Its bout time u find out
All i fuck wit is gangstas and strippers
How u like me now all the gangstas and strippers
How you like me now BIATCH.....
[Chorus - X2]
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
Nigga F.U.C.K. Y.O.U.
[Too $hort]
You finna get yo' ass whooped bitch
You bout to get yo' ass whooped bitch
We finna whoop yo' ass bitch
You bout to get yo' ass whooped bitch
[Mistah F.A.B.]
On my mama yo' hood ain't shit
Nigga on my mama yo' hood ain't shit
On my mama yo' hood ain't shit
Yo' hood ain't shit, hood ain't shit
[Too $hort (Mistah F.A.B.)]
Man fuck yo' mama that punk ass bitch
(Nigga what you say?) She ain't nothin' but a bitch
Nigga fuck yo' mama that punk ass bitch
(Nigga what you say?) Yo' mama ain't shit
[Mistah F.A.B.]
Fuck that shit nigga what you wanna do?
Nigga fuck that shit nigga what you wanna do?
Nigga fuck that shit nigga what you wanna do?
Nigga what you wanna do? What you wanna do?
[Chorus - X2]
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
Nigga F.U.C.K. Y.O.U.
[Too $hort]
Hit that nigga with a champagne bottle
Hit him with a champagne bottle
Man hit that bitch with a champagne bottle
Hit him in the head with the bottle
[Mistah F.A.B.]
While you bumpin' yo' gums I'ma bust yo' shit
Keep bumpin' yo' gums I'ma bust yo' shit
Bumpin' yo' gums I'ma bust yo' shit
I'ma bust yo' head and bust yo' lip
[Too $hort]
One of y'all niggaz gon' die tonight
You gon' die tonight
Nigga one of y'all niggaz gon' die tonight
Somebody gon' die
[Mistah F.A.B.]
Nigga fuck yo' turf, I'ma put you on a shirt
Nigga fuck yo' turf, I'ma put you on a shirt
Nigga fuck yo' turf, I'ma put you on a shirt
Everybody on your turf gon' have your picture on a shirt
[Chorus - X2]
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
Nigga F.U.C.K. Y.O.U.
[Ms. Hollywood]
Broke hoe talkin' all that shit
You and your best friend got matchin' outfits
Punk ass bitch, tryin' to look cute
If I pull that weave out then what you gon' do?
Bitch fuck you, I know where you stay
Think you prettier than me, I'll cut yo' face
Don't call yo' nigga, what he gon' say?
Keep fuckin' with me, you bout to get sprayed
[Ginger]
Silly hoe, who you think you fuckin' with?
You and that pussy nigga ain't got shit
You dykin' ass hoe, want a dykin' ass bitch
Just mad 'cause I won't let ya lick my clit
You wanna cut my face 'cause I'm prettier than you?
If I looked like you I'd wanna cut mine too
You nappy headed bitch, I don't need no weave
I would take your man but he ain't got no cheese, so fuck you
[Chorus]
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
Nigga F.U.C.K. Y.O.U.
(Fuck you)
[Too $hort]
Whassup baby?
Damn like that? Can't even speak?
I ain't tryin to fuck, just tryin to holla, say whassup
Let me ask you somethin baby
Is that a wig or a weave?
What you see is what you get
If you don't like it, fuck you bitch
You look good, you hot as shit
But you broke as hell and ain't got no whip
I ain't yo' type, I don't care
Get a light-skinned nigga with long hair
I spoke, you act like you mad at a dude
I don't give a fuck 'bout your bad attitude
It's in me - I'm laced with game
You get a signed autograph with a face to blame
Tear it up later when you hate my guts
Right now, I wanna make you taste my nuts
You hella fine, but I don't wanna keep in touch
All I wanted was to sleep with a slut
I wanna fuck you bitch cause you got the look
A top notch, but you ain't too hot to be shook
[Chorus]
BROKE BITCH~! You can't fuck with me
You can't afford me
BROKE BITCH~! You can't even afford a happy meal from McDonald's
BROKE BITCH~! Five dollars worth of gas
Where you goin, 'cross the street?
BROKE BITCH~!
You just wanna marry a million dollar ballplayer
BROKE BITCH~!
[Too $hort]
You wanna get you a nigga in the NFL
A bsketball player, tall as hell
You might get lucky, marry the champ
But when you walk by they say there's a tramp
Your stock is low, you don't know what happened
Yo' baby daddy is low budget rappin
You wanna do it big, spoil the kid
But you're still at the club out hoein an' shit
You tryin to hit a lick - no doubt
You want diamonds, all you get is dick in your mouth
Bitch, you need to stop and think
You act like a dick is a slot machine
Are you serious? You can't be thinkin clear
It's quicksand bitch you'll sink in here
You wanna be rich better stop that shit
You never hit the jackpot
[Chorus]
BROKE BITCH~! Yeah we tryin to get top notchers
Nobody want your busted ass
BROKE BITCH~! Quit buyin all them knockoff purses and clothes bitch
BROKE BITCH~! Always starin at the ground
You need to hold your head up
BROKE BITCH~! If you had some money you wouldn't be wearin them
raggedy-ass shoes
BROKE BITCH~!
[Too $hort]
There's too many women can't stop a player
I see one I like, I'ma stop and stare
I don't need plans, I'ma take the chance
I don't even have to ask the bitch to dance
I'm a natural, I don't need luck to win
I'm the kind of nigga that'll fuck your friend
And you won't know nothin, every time I see her
On the low we fuckin, I know them buttons
and I hit 'em, most of the time I get 'em
I got a million lines and I spit 'em
When I wanna fuck, who do I like to call
I throw a little party and invite 'em all
They never argue and fight with a brother
And I like when they like each other
I told Polow I'm never gettin married
I don't give a fuck if you was fuckin Sherri!
[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
Heyyy! Strip down to your asshole
Whoa, more excitin than the last hoe
Just pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
[Too $hort]
You got dem heels, do that A-Town lady stomp
You ain't white bitch, must be them razor bumps
Stop shavin that cat girl
You might need to get it waxed girl
I saw enough of you the other day, you need to go the other way
Everything looks good on the hoe but her face
Turn back around girl
Before you drop it to the ground girl
I wanna see you down on all 4's, what you got on drawers for
That's daytime shit, hit the club when the mall close
And drop them panties girl
Your pussy feelin better now ain't it girl
Hear the crash from the cymbal when your ass start to tremble
Wanna ride with a pimp, blowin hash out the window
Better make my night happy
Or it's gon' be some problems like Lil' Scrappy
You know the drill!
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
Naw baby wasn't doin it right
C'mere lil' mama see what you look like
Can you get butt naked girl?
Can I see how you shake it girl?
You gotta turn a nigga on when you dancin to the song
I wanna get you all alone in the mansion in a thong
Lemme see that pussy hoe
You think you got what I'm lookin fo'?
I need a freak that'll suck me back hard when I cum
Ain't no way we goin to sleep, not befo' we see the sun
Can you make that happen girl?
I'm all night, all day with this mackin girl
I wanna see you do that dance when you swing on the pole
Put your ass in my hands, put my thang in your hole
Now shake that ass girl
But don't do it too fast girl
You know the drill!
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
You make me feel like we fuckin and we still in the club
You probably have a trickin millionaire really in love
Let me see that pussy girl
Now let me see how you touch it girl
You act like you wanna fuck when you back it up
Make my dick get bigger than a mack truck
Let me see you bend over girl
You gotta get a little closer girl
I ain't tippin no mo' 'til you get buck booty
Wanna see you ass-naked like you're in a fuck movie
Shake that booty girl
You know you wanna give it to me girl
I said waittress where the 'gnac at, I need a big sip
Girl if you don't get naked I'm about to dip, BEOTCH
Cause time don't stop girl
Get naked and climb on top girl
You know the drill!
[Chorus]
Girl!
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Nothin' in the world make a nigga feel better
Than when you're suckin' my dick
(Lick it right there, suck it real good
lick it right there, suck it real good)
Nothin' in the world make a nigga feel better
Than when you're lickin' my balls
(Lick it right there, suck it real good
lick it right there, suck it real good)
[Too $hort]
I know you like it when I cum in your mouth
You like it in the car, you like it on the couch
You like to lay me on my back, and spit on my nuts
Suck it up like a slut, and then you wanna fuck
You make me feel like I'll never know a better friend
I hope you never stop, I hope it never ends
I must be tastin', somethin' like your favorite flavor
Can you do it again? You said maybe later
Baby wait a little while, you said your jaws was hurtin'
So I turned out the lights and closed all the curtains
But when you closed your eyes I put my balls on your cheek
Cause I'm wide awake and can't fall asleep
Now lick it
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Nothin' in the world make a nigga feel better
Than when you're suckin' my dick
(Lick it right there, suck it real good
lick it right there, suck it real good)
Nothin' in the world make a nigga feel better
Than when you're lickin' my balls
(Lick it right there, suck it real good
lick it right there, suck it real good)
[Too $hort]
Yeah I'm one of those rappers, I reap the benefits
I'll fuck a Too $hort fan, a cute freaky lil' bitch
I used to go to L.A. and get sucked by Super Head
When you was just a kid gettin' sent straight to bed
You used to get ya ass whooped when ya listened to $hort
But now she's all grown up with my dick in her throat
The way you take it out, then you stick in your mouth
I bet you won a gold medal at the Dick Olympics now
I just spit the pimpin', I like the thick women
I like the slim goodies and the real big women
But I just love the way you lickin', it's original
I feel like a pimp-player-mack-daddy-gigolo
Damn
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Nothin' in the world make a nigga feel better
Than when you're suckin' my dick
(Lick it right there, suck it real good
lick it right there, suck it real good)
Nothin' in the world make a nigga feel better
Than when you're lickin' my balls
(Lick it right there, suck it real good
lick it right there, suck it real good)
[Too $hort]
Remember Tina? Tina, the sperm cleaner?
I had a good time last time I seen her
Blowjob Betty, Deepthroat Dana
You're always so ready, I'm cummin' on your cranium
Right now, this is just wonderful
I can't tell, it's like you havin' more fun than $hort
It's better than - two bitches at the same time
Or even ten dime-pieces, standin' in line
Takin' turns, while they suck on each others clits
Want a nigga with some game to nut on her upper lip
Massagin' her tongue, while I tickle her tonsils
It's no doubt though, I get big in your mouth hoe
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Nothin' in the world make a nigga feel better
Than when you're suckin' my dick
(Lick it right there, suck it real good
lick it right there, suck it real good)
Nothin' in the world make a nigga feel better
Than when you're lickin' my balls
(Lick it right there, suck it real good
lick it right there, suck it real good)
[Chorus]
Sophisticated, educated
That's what I get from you
That's what I see in you...
You spoke the latest, fly young lady
Do what you wanna do
That's why I fucks with you, ooooooh
[Too $hort]
You still a freak, but you ain't out swingin' on poles
Choosin' on pimps, and bringin' 'em hoes
It's the same everyday, little dress and a thong
You just doin' yo' thang bein' sexy and grown
Sucker found out, he only wanna be friends
He can't deal with you, you make more money than him
I see you baby, droppin' that top in the Benz
Wasn't bought from the money that you got from him
It's those two degrees and that good ass job
You never act wild in the hood in your car
You so classy... so flashy
I ain't trippin' girl, you could be nasty
Got me a cute ass prosecuter
Too smart to let a nigga prostitute her
Before we fucked, she liked to read my rights
And afterwards give a nigga legal advice
She' so -
[Chorus]
Sophisticated, educated
That's what I get from you
That's what I see in you...
You spoke the latest, fly young lady
Do what you wanna do
That's why I fucks with you, ooooooh
[Too $hort]
Y'all thought Too $hort was just all about pimpin'
Foul-mouth mack that talk bad about women
I guess - you ain't really pay attention
You heard "bitch" and cut it all, you ain't even listen
All I said was if the shoe fits wear it
And if it don't apply act like you didn't hear it
I know all about you went to school and did good
Made somethin' of yourself and you're straight from the hood
You came too far to fuck up and be nothin'
Fine broke ass bitch walkin' round sufferin'
Actin' like her shit don't stank
Ask her what she's doin' and her mind goes blank
Gotta stay on the grind, make your own figures
You wastin' time, waitin' on them niggaz
Cause if you catch me and you're tryin' to impress me
Ain't nothin' more sexy than a -
[Chorus]
Sophisticated, educated
That's what I get from you
That's what I see in you...
You spoke the latest, fly young lady
Do what you wanna do
That's why I fucks with you, ooooooh
[Too $hort]
Call me after work
I see the little cuties, I don't have to flirt
You never have to question all the stuff I do
Cause they don't look, cook, or fuck like you
You's a real one, don't fight the feelin'
Let's do it all night, up by the ceilin'
I just want some lovin', I don't wanna fight
You don't want a husband, I don't want a wife
I spend nights at yo' house, you can stay at mine
Wake up and go home when it's daytime
You ain't all up under me, a pimp always know
With your Benz and your penthouse condo
And your fly ass fits, diamonds and whips
You're damn near leavin' me and I'm in the six
You just like your car, sexy and fast
I'll put the pedal to the metal, I'ma catch yo' ass
[Chorus]
Sophisticated, educated
That's what I get from you
That's what I see in you...
You spoke the latest, fly young lady
Do what you wanna do
That's why I fucks with you, ooooooh
[Too $hort]
Shake it baby..
Shake it baby..
Do that sexy dance girl
Move them pants around the world
Do it like that girl
C'mon, shake it like a black girl
Yeah like that!
That's it, that's it!!
Shake it like a black girl
HEY... get it girl!
Now she got it, will she stop?
Let me see that pussy pop
Shake it like a black girl
C'mon Amy, shake it like a black girl
That's it Maria, you can do it Maylene!
Shake it baby
Show 'em how you do it Amy
You know gotta do 'em baby
Just do it all night girl
C'mon, shake it like a white girl
You make me wanna pop that hole
Got me makin rock'n'roll
Jiggle that ass!
You can't do it, wiggle it fast
Shake it like a white girl
C'mon Renika, shake it like a white girl
Look at Maylene!
You can do it Maria, shake it baby!
See them sexy spanish girls
Dancin all around the world
Do it like Shakira, make it happen girl!
C'mon, shake it like a latin girl
You know I cain't take it baby
The way you shake it baby
C'mon Maylene, get it crackin girl!
C'mon Renika, shake it like a latin girl
Go Amy, shake it like a latin girl
Do it, shake it like an asian girl
Shake it like a native girl
C'mon.. shake it like a black girl
Shake it like a white girl
Shake it like a latin girl
Shake it baby
Just shake it baby
Shake it baby
Shake it like a woman~!
[Intro: Daz ($hort)]
Uhh, yeah
This for all them girls that be actin like they so fine
Whassup $hort?
(Man grab Lil Jon and Kurupt) Kurupt
(Let's fuck these hoes up) Daz
(Yeah) Lil Jon
(Whassup with that bitch?)
[Daz]
She want it, Gucci'd up, jewelry'd down
Give a fuck if you fine bitch, we got to clowwwn
Break it down for all you bad hoes
E'rybody's somebody, yeah they gots to know
Livin off a scholarship, parents and lawsuits
Wanted that pussy girl, soon as I saw you
Baby girl you the freak of the week
So sadity, you ain't pretty girl, suck on theeeese
Sorry, don't want me to talk like dat
I gotta see you girl when you walk like dat
Ask your name and number and I start to wonder
Is there any mo' stuck up hoes out yonder
Sexy brown chocolate vanilla white child
I like yo' ass and I like yo' smile
But all that smirkin gon' get you cussed out
Fuck you bitch, put this dick in your mouth
[Chorus: Daz]
See I don't, know why, you act so sadity
You're superbad bitch but your ass ain't pretty
Show me your ass girl, then show me yo' titties
Too $hort, Lil Jon and Pound get wit it
[Interlude]
(Why you act sadity.. why you act sadity..)
(Why you act sadity.. why you act sadity..)
[Too $hort - over Interlude]
Fuck that bitch!
With her sadity ass
[Kurupt]
Damn, look at her, what's your name?
How come I ain't never met you in the game?
You somebody I could have on my side
We could partner in crime, it's just you and I
The problem is that you're just a bitch
I couldn't trust you as far as you can sit and piss
Look bitch, I know you got bank
You're actin rude, and your attitude is stank bitch
But that shit won't work with me
Uncle Too $hort, or D-A-Z
See I'm bangin to Lil Jon
When this dumb pretty bitch turned my radio off
Had a nigga, so pissed off
So I laid right back and let her eat my dick off
Yeah bitch, I'm talkin to you
Stop actin high sadity bitch, chill be cool
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
You got money in your purse girl
Shake that ass, make it work girl
Tryin to shake it 'til it hurt girl
I'm fin' ta check yo' ass
Lil' bad-ass bitch came through with her clique
They all look good, I'm like who would I pick
When they walk past me, I do 'em like this
Grab that ass, let her feel on my dick
Actin fake sadity and stuck up
Sittin next to her, she holla get the fuck up
You ain't never too cute to get slapped
Shit gon' change when you get with a mack
You can't hold back when you fuck with me
Don't let me find out that you're just a tease
Don't let me find out you won't suck my balls
Bitches like that I don't fuck with y'all
I fuck with bad bitches, my girls do it all
I ain't gotta finance trips to the mall
Tell that fine-ass bitch I'm Todd Shaw
As I stick my dick in her jaw
[Chorus + Interlude]
[Chorus]
He got money, he got G's
And the finest H-O-E's
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar
(He's a playa!...)
He's a pimp, he's a mack
Tilted brim in a Cadillac
(He's a playa!...)
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar
[Too $hort]
I know those who ain't got it, feel like they want it
And those who got it ain't really gotta flaunt it
It's somethin' that we all go through and it's funny
what a nigga do when ya throw him some money
The first thing I bought was a Cadillac
I put the top down, bitch I ain't havin' that
I got a gang of Rolex's, too many cars
Too many broads, I've been doin' hard
Too $hort baby don't play that shit
I love this game and everyday I get
money and hoes, they can't ease past me
If you don't believe me, ask Jazze
[Chorus]
He got money, he got G's
And the finest H-O-E's
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar
(He's a playa!...)
He's a pimp, he's a mack
Tilted brim in a Cadillac
(He's a playa!...)
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar
[Too $hort]
I'm a ghetto celeb well known in the streets
Ain't spent a night all alone in weeks
Anything you players do is never amazin'
Cause $hort got a bitch, for every occasion
And they ain't just black, they spanish and asian
When I come through they say "Man he's amazin"
I just take two hits, and pass it back
Where you find a white girl with ass like that?
Say it to my face, I can't pimp
Ain't a corner on this earth that I ain't been
Tap my pockets, I'm fat on spinach
I could spend a million dollars in a matter of minutes
[Chorus]
He got money, he got G's
And the finest H-O-E's
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar
(He's a playa!...)
He's a pimp, he's a mack
Tilted brim in a Cadillac
(He's a playa!...)
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar
[Too $hort]
It's all on a bitch, everything I get
From the rims on my whip to the rings I flip
Got a '5 and a '6, you ain't seen my shit?
So clean when I lean with a mean ass grip
I ain't mad at ya player if you're car is loud
Show these motherfuckers what you all about
You got style, like to drive fast and wild?
Pick the girlss with the big ol' ass and smiles
She act foul, you can't hold me down
I burn rubber on a bitch then I'm rollin' out
I do a donut, little kids yellin' wild
They wanna do it, Jazze tell 'em how
[Chorus]
He got money, he got G's
And the finest H-O-E's
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar
(He's a playa!...)
He's a pimp, he's a mack
Tilted brim in a Cadillac
(He's a playa!...)
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar
[Too $hort]
Beotch!
Somebody say beotch! Say beotch!
A lemme hear you say beotch! Say beotch!
Say bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch..
Your daddy said come back baby, find your life
It was wrong before but this time it's right
It's been way too long, you've been gone from home
You wasn't ready when you left to be grown on your own
Now deep down inside you're his little girl
Gotta swallow his pride cause you're his little girl
Wouldn't be so bad, if you only stripped
But you don't do dancin just lonely tricks
Now you're hooked - ain't no love
You in this game, it's just like drugs
Your family wrote you off cause you fucked that up
You way out of town and you stuck
Now you're on your own, you've been disowned
Since you left your hometown all your friends are gone
It's girls like you that truly make us
You're lost in the world so I moved you to Vegas
[Chorus]
Before you met me you wasn't nuttin
I fucked wit'cha and I turned you into somethin
Now fuck J-Lo, be your own woman
Now take your ass back to work the track jumpin
Say beotch! I'ma be pimpin forever
Bitch, I'ma be pimpin forever
Say say say say hoe! I'ma stay mackin forever
Hoe, I'ma stay mackin forever
Say, say beotch! I'ma be pimpin forever
Bitch, I'ma be pimpin forever
Say say say say hoe! I'ma stay mackin forever
Hoe, I'ma stay mackin forever
[Too $hort]
Say beotch! You better get that cash
Old-ass man wanna hit that ass
Older than your daddy, more like your granny
Let his old wrinkled ass get in them panties
I show you how to get it, I'm just a dog
You had a good thang and you fucked it off
I'm like the big bad wolf, you better scream
Run for your life cause I want that cream
Your father told you, to stay away from me
And now you gotta call me daddy?
Now let me ask you, you think you've got it together?
You're too fine to be broke, you gotta get whatever
Now I don't give a fuck in any weather
When I see you, you better have a G or better
Look into my eyes, and say you understand me
Cause now I'm your family (say beotch)
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
Your father wants to know, when you comin
But you never liked home so you keep on runnin
Now I got you, you're mine for life
Bitch get your mind right, don't let the limelight
steal your soul, and make you old
Make the happy lil' girl turn bitter and cold
Now your brain is frozen, your body is numb
You're stuck in the hoe-zone, you gotta get home
You can go to Oz and won't learn shit
Click your heels three times and go turn a trick
Beotch! You better get that cash
If you don't got it when I see you I'ma whip that ass
And all of you squares, that hear my flows
Most of y'all bitches wouldn't make good hoes
Never talk down on a pimp and his whore
Unless you know the whole story, broke bitch! (say beotch)
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
Say beotch!
Yeah that's right, hoe up if you wanna blow up
Say say say say hoe
And all you cute broke-ass bitches stop hatin on these real hoes
Say, say beotch
You up there suckin and fuckin all night for free
Say say say say hoe
When you coulda got in and out there wit'cha money real fast baby
Say beotch!
Yeah, you need management
You need a nigga like me
To tell you exactly what you need to be doin out there
Get your full potential out your pussy baby
Yeah [fades out]
Oh! [3X]
Oh! [2X]
[Too $hort]
I love to see you dance, do it your way
Shake that ass, you know it's okay
I just wanna know, if you'll strip
Make a real player wanna give you a tip
You move so sexy, I love the way you wiggle
Your titties bounce around and your big booty jiggles
Make the video, it's official
Throw the stiff hoes out the game, blow the whistle
I only fuck with money makers, the hustlers
Bitches who know how to get motherfuckers
You tryin hard, you put everything into it
Cain't understand how these other hoes do it
You ain't got no name brand shit
Tryin to be fly but you ain't that bitch
You've gotta want it to get it
Give a trick some pussy tell him put somethin wit it
[Chorus]
Get down on it good if you a shaker
I see you got him where you want him, get your cake up
Drop it down to the flo' and get your paper
Cause you a thoroughbred, youse a money maker
Now let me see you pop that pussy, girl shake that ass
Do a nasty dance, girl make that cash
Bend that ass ovah, and touch the flo'
He gotta tip if he want some mo' - tip that pussy!
Shake that ass girl
[Verse 2]
Eyes get pussy hoe, shake that ass
You're like the 84 but rich, cause it's sittin on glass
Ain't nothin happenin but tricks gettin broke
Fucked a lot of politicians but she never go vote
The bitch got a lot of contacts
Every nigga that she fuck got some kind of contract
R&B; singers, ballplayers and rappers
Niggaz call back cause the bitch got a snapper
I'm tryin to get the bitch to chew
It's payday bitch, you done paid your dues
You're scrapin up your knees, climbin up the pole
Yeah you a hoe but you just ain't out on the stroll
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
I'm checkin these hoes, like checkin accounts
I'm checkin for checks, get checks and I bounce
I fuck with the vets, lot of money to count
My hoes be stressed, put a gun in her mouth
Bitch bring it to me, see I need it all
I need another Benz, hoe fuck 'em all
I fucks with Chad, I fucks with Todd
Bein trill niggaz baby this our fuckin job
I can meet her today, be in love by tonight
You can bet by tomorrow, she'll be traffickin white
She wanna fuck with me (Ross) for the rest of her life (Ross)
Cause when I fuck her she tell me it's the best in her life
It's Ricky Ross (Ross) you know my steez (steez)
Still holdin ki's like your bitch holdin these (these)
I'm a Dade County Chevy rider
But I gotta Benz that's fuckin up everybody
[Chorus]
Shake that ass girl!
{[ATCQ sample:] "Keep, ke-keep, ke-keep, keep, keep bouncing!"}
{"Keep, keep bouncing!"}
{"Keep, ke-keep, ke-keep, keep, keep bouncing!"} [2X]
[Snoop] My nigga Short Dawg in the house
[Short] My nigga Will.I.Am in the house
[Will] Suh-suh-Snoop Dogg's in the house
[Will] Wuh-wuh-West coast make 'em bounce
[Snoop Dogg]
I'ma bounce wit'cha though, yo
We gon' bounce everywhere we go
Make a nigga wanna bounce
Make a nigga burn a ounce
Get loose, get wild, now get set
Yeah it's the anthem, nigga it's the shit
You can get crunk, get hyphy, get fit
You can bounce like you're hoppin over a muh'fuckin fence
If you in the whip, ghostride the bitch
Slip into the liquor sto', sippin on a fifth
Yeah nigga, brang in the bag
Gangbang on you motherfuckers claimin the flag
West coast nigga, I'm a real go-getter
40 ounce sipper, the blackjack tripper
20 Cripper, 10-to-1 I flip her
Got the hook-up on the birds and the motherfuckin zippers
Go to the club with my thugs sell drugs
And I might get a girl but I ain't gon' tip her (uh-uh)
Get malt liquor, spit, mo' slicker
Put y'all hands in the air muh'fucker it's a stick up
Naw nigga eat a dick up
You say you a pimp, but you in love with a stripper
Just bounce to the beat, and don't pay me no attention
Just bounce to the beat, bounce bounce to the beat
{It, it makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to..} bounce bounce bounce to the beat
I'm all up in the club
E'rybody in this muh'fucker wanna mean mug
Make a nigga wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
Make a nigga burn an ounce {BOUNCE!}
Doggy Dogg turn it out {BOUNCE!}
My nigga Short Dawg in the house
Yeah make a nigga wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
Make a nigga burn an ounce {BOUNCE!}
Doggy Dogg turn it out {BOUNCE!}
Nigga Short Dawg in the house
[Too $hort]
Beotch! I told the DJ play her song
Watch her choose up, put a player on
Put her in the wifey zone
She can be my girlfriend all night long
Keep bouncin, the floor is sweatin
I'm all on her booty, I know I'm gettin it
We from the West coast, we live fun lives
Freak these hoes 'til the sunrise
What time is it, late night
Send her back home when it's daylight
Her nigga at the house with a cake like
Captain Save-a-Hoe, but she ain't right
She like to play hard to get
She don't wanna dance she wants some hard dick
Well give her what she wants
Stick it in the hoe, and watch her go dumb {DUMB}
Make a bitch wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
Short Dawg turn 'em out {BOUNCE!}
Bitch, don't you wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
My nigga Snoop Dogg in the house
Make the bitch wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
Short Dawg turn 'em out {BOUNCE!}
Bitch, don't you wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
My nigga Will.I.Am in the house
[Will.I.Am]
I'm in the house and I ain't movin out
The girls keep more of my name in they mouth
I like breasts best when they poppin out
So girl bring 'em out, bring 'em out, I make 'em bounce
{"Keep, keep bouncing!"} Yeah just keep them bouncing
Open up your mind and accept what I'm announcing
If we have a President's Day and a Veteran's Day
Let's have a Titty Holiday
And lick on nipple everyday through the weekend
I like tit like fish like sippin
Watchin boobies bounce is my favorite tradition
When I'm up in the club just sittin and wishin
them boobies was bouncin on my head (my head)
Them boobies was bouncin on my head (my head)
Bouncin, bouncin on my head (my head)
I want them boobies bouncin on my head (my head)
Okay, now let me change the subject
I usually don't be gettin mannish up in public
But that's aight, cause I'm chillin with my folks
From the West coast Short Dawg's in the house ("Whattup loc?")
Snoop Dogg's in the house (in the house)
The nigga Too $hort's in the house (in the house)
Wuh-Will.I.Am's in the house (in the house)
Wuh-West coast make 'em bounce {"Keep, keep bouncing!"}
[Snoop Dogg]
{It, it makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to..}
{It, it makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to bounce!}
{It makes me want to bounce!} We gon' bounce everywhere we go
{"Keep, keep bouncing!"} Bounce bounce bounce to the beat
{"Keep bouncing!"} Bounce bounce bounce to the beat
{"Keep bouncing!"} Bounce bounce bounce to the beat
{"Keep bouncing!"} {"Keep, keep bouncing!"}
[Too $hort]
The lights are on, the club is closed
You don't wanna leave 'cause you love the hoes
Somethin' ain't right, you doin' bad tonight
You'll be all alone if you don't have a wife
Cause these ladies ain't feelin' you
They don't wanna know what you can really do
They just wanna make you disappear
Get the fuck up out a bitches ear
Take that shit back over there
Go away, she don't wanna know you player
What you gotta say, just like this
Loud as you can, say "Fuck that bitch"
Five minutes ago, you was thinkin' would she
roll out with you, and give you some pussy
I don't think that's goin' down
But you don't wanna go home now
[Chorus]
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
You need to get up out my face
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
Get the fuck up out my face
[Too $hort]
You came to my house with a maxi pad
Bitch you goin' home in a taxi cab
No more limos, run the meter
We might need stitches, this one's a bleeder
Grab yo' shit girl, it's time to go
You look good, but you ain't my kind of hoe
Another time on another day
We could hook up, make love and play
It really can't happen no other way
Girl do you hear what a brotha say?
Don't leave anything in my room
I got another freak, she'll be here soon
She might not be, as wild you
It's 4 AM and right now she'll do
She's not a super freak, and she's not a hoe
But when she gets here, you gotta go
[Chorus]
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
You need to get up out my face
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
Get the fuck up out my face
[Too $hort]
We did what we did so let's do what we do
We had fun, but now I'm through with you
I gotta run, I'll call you in a few days
I'll be back, to get some more cooch-ay
Cause you do it, better than most
At this rate, we'll probably never be close
But that's okay, 'cause that's not the mission
You could cheat on your man if you got permission
I'll give it to ya, I'll beat it so well
When we finished, we gotta leave the hotel
That's all... I'm the #1 Player
You can call, or I'll see you somewhere
As long as we make this happen again
Yo' fine ass sittin' back in the Benz
Cause yours is the best, I must confess
But right now, it's time to get dressed
[Chorus]
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
You need to get up out my face
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
Get the fuck up out my face
(It's time to go)
You need to get on up out my face... {You gotta go}
(It's time to go)
You need to get on up out my face... {It's time to go}
(It's time to go)
[Chorus: Too $hort]
I want yo' girl, she's so damn fine
She's sexier and looks way better than mine
I want yo' girl, she wants me too
And if you don't, let her go, I'll take her from you
[Too $hort]
Watchin that ass made me lose my breath
She can leave with me, go cruise in my whip
Take her clothes off and do her like hell
If I don't take your girl, who would I get?
Nutted in her mouth and it looked like Crest
I said here, brush your teeth with this
And now she's soakin wet, what's next?
Me and yo' girl havin sex
I told her she could get it
She told me she was wit it
She know I want to hit it
Come back braggin, tell the homies I did it
I wish I could
Bang in the pussy like it's my hood
I'm strapped for the driveby
Turn her out with this "Up All Nite" life
[Chorus]
[E-40]
The grind is a terrible thang to waste
Try not to catch me a case, quarters dimes nickels and eighths
Parked in my lark at 3 A.M. in the dark
Gettin my dick sucked, but here come the NARC
Ooooh, tellin me to depart
Went to school with the nigga, the nigga used to be a mark
See me on the Lowenhart's skippin and skatin
Burnin Pirelli meat, gassin and brakin
Strikin through the trap with my beanie cap
With a throwaway 9 and some D in the back
E'ryday livin livin life as a savage
Fistfights and gun battles cause it come with the package
Well above average, mack game impeccable
Don't blame me if ya broad wanna get sexual
She got her legs on a player shoulder
Back bent like she doin yoga
[Chorus - minus half of first line]
[Dolla Will]
Dolla - she ain't never seen a hustler like this
15 karats on the right wrist
And ain't no tellin what's on the other hand
I'm like T.I., I keep a "Rubberband"
I'm eatin, them niggaz is fastin
I fuck off a rack on a pair of Fendi glasses
It ain't nuttin cause I'm Dolla Will
I keep a bitch lookin like she from Brazil
Some niggaz try but it's in me
If that's the kush she slip then I'ma knock {?}
I'm in the club, found one that's friendly
She say she with her man but tryin to come with me
[Chorus]
[Mr. F.A.B.]
BEEP BEEP~! IT'S MEEE
The yellow bus rider, Mr. F.A.B.
I'm the, dumbest of dummies that do it but with thizz
Let me borrow your broad, let me borrow your bitch
Give it here, pimpin I'll give her back
Leave her used, bruised, confused front to the back
"Beat It" like Mike Jack, I bet you won't like that
She lead them right back, man where yo' wife at?
Uhh, I like the way that she lookin
I don't care if she stolen wifed or tooken
I ain't trippin, I'ma take her down
Got the game from my dad and Gangsta Brown
I mean, I thought, I'm still thinkin
Hop in my scraper, what you smoke what you drinkin?
Do me cause I'ma sho' do you
What it dookie, yadda daa boo boo
[Outro: Too $hort]
I want yo' girl, she's so damn fine
She's sexier and looks way better than mine
[Too $hort]
One thing's for sure...
You will get called a bitch... bitch
So motherfuckin' fast - bitch
Short Dog's in the house... beotch!
What's up bitch, you the cut up bitch
Fuck somethin' bitch, suck somethin' bitch
Look out bitch, watch out bitch
Yeah I fucked you bitch then got out, bitch
Catch out bitch, fuck that shit
Motherfucker gettin' mad, fuck that bitch
So bitch, pay me bitch
You can love me bitch, you can hate me bitch
Straight up bitch, save a bitch
Then pay a bitch, I don't play that bitch
Cause a bitch is known to get outta line
And a bitch don't understand, I'm on the grind
You lil' bitch, I'm all about the paper
When I leave bitch tell 'em all about a player
Go on bitch, c'mon bitch
Run home bitch, get front on bitch
That's right bitch, fuck off bitch
You get off bitch when you suck all them dicks
Get cut off bitch when I come home bitch
Shit ain't right? Get the fuck on bitch
Speak up bitch, say what bitch
Wanna pull me down, I'ma stay up bitch
So what bitch, do what you wanna do
A nigga like me don't want nothin' with you
I want a bitch, a real ass bitch
You can feel that bitch when she kill that grip
Hundred dollar bills bitch, I'ma still get a grip
And I won't feel shit when I get a new bitch
Lil' bitch, back up bitch
When I say you fine don't act a bitch
I'll slap a bitch, get smacked up bitch
Wanna get in my way when I stack up chips?
[Chorus]
I'll call her a beotch!...
Beotch!...
Call her a beotch!...
Beotch!...
[Too $hort]
You know what?
A bitch is a once-a-month funky cock bleedin'
Bitch fell in love but she won't stop cheatin'
Real dumb with low self esteem
Fuck a nigga she just met and won't be able to see him
Later on when she wanna get fucked some more
I said "Bitch, why you such a stupid hoe?"
You lil' bitch, you never could fuck with this
And every bitch that don't like it, she can suck my dick
20 years later, still settin' it off
Still talkin' bad 'bout them pregnant dogs
They ask me "Short Dog, why you talk so bad?"
Bitch disrespect me, get off in her ass
I'm pullin' hoe cards (time to learn a lesson real quick)
Ask me, "What's the definition of a bitch?"
A real bitch - she gon' know she one
Suck the dick, drink the nut, and say she owe me one
Damn bitch, you that bitch, can you do that bitch?
Move back bitch, say who that bitch... I don't know you hoe
I don't sniff cocaine, I don't want no blow
Bitch you a dummie - bitch, junkie
Bitch, funky bitch, punkass bitch
Jump out bitch, get the fuck out bitch, get cussed out bitch
Cause a bitch is known to get on my nerves
And a bitch don't really know when I'm on the swerve
I'm like "Bitch, miss me", "Bitch don't kiss me"
"Bitch, just lick me bitch"
You's a bitch, knew it when I heard the beat
Bitch ain't nothin' but a word to me
I told you ten times, all she gon' get is pimp lines
I'm Short Dog -
[Chorus]
I'll call her a beotch!...
Beotch!...
Call her a beotch!...
Beotch!...
[Too $hort]
Put the pedal to the metal, go
Let's ride this motherfucker
Let's go! The fuck up outta here
.. Man I kill a car
When I take off I peel out hard
I drive like a maniac
Keep the radio loud, and way in the back
These two hookers - feel the woofers
Don't worry, the cops won't book her
And you ain't gotta tip her
She's a call girl, she ain't no stripper
.. She's a dime
Stayin with me all the time
I'ma dip, pimp
Stop at the light and make the whip spin
Then step on the gas, step on the brake
Step on the gas, step on the brake
Show 'em how we ride
Town niggaz gon' side
Put the pedal to the metal - GO!
Let's ride - GO!
GO! Beotch..
It goes down nightly
The town is so hyphy
Everyday it's on
When the sun goes down 'til the break of dawn
And when it's 'bout to start
Put the car in park
But don't pull to the side
Go dumb right next to your ride
It's more than a dance, it's a movement
You can tell cause the town be movin
You wanna know if it's worth it right
They do it all day but it's worse at night
We so hard when we swervin cars
We serve them hogs when we work them broads
So many pimps we'll turn ya mother
Put her in the front seat and start burnin rubber
GO! Put the pedal to the metal - GO!
Let's ride - GO!
Yeah, GO!
Burn rubber
I drive like the movie, serious
But this ain't "Fast and the Furious"
It's what I'm goin through
Thick traffic, I'm on the morning news
Fast women, liquor and music
Wearin out tires, quicker than shoes bitch
Fast cars and the best of smoke
Pass that weed I don't mess with coke
.. But I fuck with Hope
She works for the service so I won't go broke
Now watch me serve it
The cops see me swervin
I did two donuts
That's when the OPD rolled up
But I ain't no joke
Got the pedal to the metal and I can't go slow
GO! I got the pedal to the metal - GO!
I'm burnin rubber - GO!
I'm yellin out BEOTCH - GO!
Let's ride
[Verse 1]
I go on and on
Can't understand how I last so long
I must have super powers
Rap 225 thousand hours
Get it calculated do the math
I made 1,000 songs that made you move your ass
And for the last 300 months
I made 16 albums with me on the front and the bump
Where you get your beats?
I heard 93 rappers say bitch like me
2 singers and 10 comedians
And I'm still gon' yell it every time you see me in
What's my favorite word?
BITCH!
Why they gotta say it like $hort?
BITCH!
You know they can't play on my court
Can't hang with the big dogs
Stay on the porch
BLOW THE WHISTLE [x4]
[Verse 2]
Where you get that from?
Grab the mic, spit one, let me hit that blunt
Pimp-C, 8-Ball, and MJG
Keep spittin' that P to the I-M-P
Bun-B that's Texas baby
Ball and G that's Memphis baby
$hort 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 fuck
Give a fuck nigga what you say
$hort Dog fuck with UGK
Do you really wanna be like me?
Spit game like Snoop and TIP
Pretty girls in the VIP
They came with drank they don't need ID
BLOW THE WHISTLE [x4]
[Verse 3]
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' down hill
Crash and burn, can't stand, fall back
Your're 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, about my rich bitch
He got her 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 yougstas get Hyphy
Blow it!
BLOW THE WHISTLE [x3]
BIACTH!
[Talking]
Too $hort
Up all Night baby
Album number 16
Y'all can't fuck wit that
[David] Ha hahaha! I ain't gotta say much... $hort, YEAH!
[$hort] So you wanna be a baller?
[David] David Banner~! Big Face
[$hort] You wanna get paid?
[Too $hort]
You gotta keep tryin, just don't give up
Can't get on your feet cause you just won't get up
You dream about havin nice things but you don't have a plan
How you gon' get it, from your Uncle Sam?
Your welfare check can't buy a house and a Benz
What'chu wanna be, a mouse or a man?
You need a hustle, somethin that'll make some cash
Don't step on the gas, you're goin way too fast
In your new sports car, you're dreamin again!
Snap out of it - I know you're fiendin to win
You need to start from the beginnin, get a paper and pen
What'chu like to do, what's your favorite thing?
There's gotta be somethin you can do wit'cha life
Sell things that a whole bunch of people will buy
Make a lot of profits, make bank deposits
Wanna live like this, here's a shoe, how's it fit?
[Chorus: Too $hort (Banner)]
How you gon' ball if you got no hustle
How you gon' pimp if you got no game (YEAH!)
How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle
Your life ain't right cause you so damn lame (YEAH!)
Now how you gon' ball if you got no hustle
How you gon' pimp if you got no game (YEAH!)
How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle
Your life ain't right cause you so damn lame (YEAH!)
[David Banner]
Niggaz wanna play with they life but won't play with they kids
They'll ball for these hoes but won't invest shit
Go to church and pray to blue eyes, church is for them pew thighs
Supersized by fries, I pimp a lot of bitches
but I'd rather save yo' lives
I'm from a place where they hung black folks
Where a bird can be whipped from some raw AND dope
Now you broke cause you smoke and you don't got a job
Man get up off yo' ass and do just like Todd~!
Sell yo' shit up out the trunk
Stop hatin other niggaz you can get what you want
You can get what you need without makin others bleed
I'm the master of the P-U-S-S-E
Oops I meant Y, others gotta die
Just to help sorry-ass lames get by
Now you'll let a bird die if you saw a bush
But you're pussy in the hood nigga, come get douched
Yeah nigga!
[Chorus]
[Too $hort]
When you finally start makin some dough
You gotta work a lot harder, way more than befo'
It ain't hard to get in, but it's hard to stay
When you start pimpin it's all night all day
Non-stop, gettin it, then you start kickin it
Out with some hoes, later on you'll be stickin it
Move forward and continue to do what men do
Gettin money cause it's in you
[David Banner]
Or maybe bein a man ain't in you, you BITCH
You can sell out your own just so you can get rich
No soul, no vibe, but you sportin a cross
Man the truth is you're tired and your spirit is lost!
I've been baptized in dirt, pull your panties up nigga
Rather shoot ya in your mind instead of blowin out your liver
David Banner, Mississippi until the day that I die
You can make it in this world, stand up nigga try
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
16 Hoes (Tasha, Tameka)
16 Hoes (Karoline and Kisha)
16 Hoes (LaShonda, Shaquita)
16 Hoes (Jane and Jelesa)
16 Hoes (Mandy and Mindy)
16 Hoes (Amy and Cindy)
16 Hoes (Selena, Martina)
16 Hoes (Rosa, Christina)
[Too $hort]
I got (16 Hoes), time is up
If they choosin', line 'em up
I'll sign 'em up, I'll sign 'em up
I got a lot of hoes and can't find enough
I got (16 Hoes), can I get some more?
I get a lot of love when I hit the door
If I was 20 years old or 64
I'm like James Bond, I always get the hoe
I got (16 Hoes), fuck this trick
If he paid that hoe, to suck his dick
That's his business, you know what's up with this
I ain't never paid a dime to fuck a bitch
I got (16 Hoes), 16 flows, spit 16 bars, do 16 shows
I got 16 bitches - you can count 'em
In the last 20 years I made 16 albums
[Chorus]
16 Hoes (Tasha, Tameka)
16 Hoes (Karoline and Kisha)
16 Hoes (LaShonda, Shaquita)
16 Hoes (Jane and Jelesa)
16 Hoes (Mandy and Mindy)
16 Hoes (Amy and Cindy)
16 Hoes (Selena, Martina)
16 Hoes (Rosa, Christina)
16 Hoes
[Jazze Pha]
Who got freaks like me?
You keep one in a bitch ass with feet like me
Not even Miami got Heat like me
Only rich motherfuckers doin' beats like me
(16 Hoes) And they all obey
Bitch talked back to me, got dumped in the face
I flunked recess (bitch I don't play)
Do you really understand? (alright, okay)
(16 Hoes) Break brenzell with Phenzell
(Catch that trick) then *chirp* me on my Nextel
Bitch I could care less (if you meant well)
Get ya ass back on the track (and slang that tail)
(16 Hoes) And we a cute little family
My hoes love me (and they can't stand me)
Chubby wads of cash (my hoes hand me)
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 plus 8 is
[Chorus]
16 Hoes (Tasha, Tameka)
16 Hoes (Karoline and Kisha)
16 Hoes (LaShonda, Shaquita)
16 Hoes (Jane and Jelesa)
16 Hoes (Mandy and Mindy)
16 Hoes (Amy and Cindy)
16 Hoes (Selena, Martina)
16 Hoes (Rosa, Christina)
[Bun B]
I take 7 dumb bitches and I put 'em in line
Add 7 more hoes that jock niggaz that rhyme
Give me 7 more broads that got doe on they mind
And that's 21 hoes broke at the same time
That ain't (16 Hoes), you need to add about 5 more
And don't bring her here is she ain't a real live hoe
Old school pimpin', don't call this a throwback
And fuck a couple hoes, I need a fo'-five (?)
(16 Hoes) Now that's a number that fit me
If they bout they business, sheezy you know where to hit me
Jazze, tell 'em to keep it treal and don't bullshit me
They finna free Pimp C and he comin' with me
We need -
[Chorus]
16 Hoes (Tasha, Tameka)
16 Hoes (Karoline and Kisha)
16 Hoes (LaShonda, Shaquita)
16 Hoes (Jane and Jelesa)
16 Hoes (Mandy and Mindy)
16 Hoes (Amy and Cindy)
16 Hoes (Selena, Martina)
16 Hoes (Rosa, Christina)
16 Hoes
[Too $hort]
When I was 16 used to fuck hoodrats, it's not a big thing
A few years later did some major upgrading
See a top-notch, I say "Hey, what's up baby"
(16 Hoes) Can't find your lost whore?
She's probably with $hort, playin' at the golf course
Another ego, a hole-in-one
The game ain't boring, my hoes are fun
I got (16 Hoes) all nicknamed Bitch
Make Daddy happy, y'all get that dick
Since they're everywhere, you figure I'll stop
Couldn't be a better player than me
Nigga, I got (16 Hoes)
