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the ho

Pimp ho

Its like Too Short raps around a while
I to the beat and got my own style
Im from the O city, and I it before
I was born to mack, me Playboy Short
You wanna get freaky? Look at the
We do the nasty, but its almost nine
My show starts at ten, I to go
the mack said, homie, pimp the ho
Check it out everybody, if you got two
Turn your radio up, Short Gog is

If the bass aint kickin', pick up the
Dial 911, tell 'em, it on
Bumped a cute tender in a tight red dress
She had a booty, and a real big chest
She said, "I you", said it again
At the motel her and her friends
Like a Too Short rap, and everybody
Like the mack said, homie, the hoes
Aint no in playin' games, none at all
Fakin' like a giant youre just too small

No need to rush, take time
To adjust to the in my rhyme
To you rappers, tonights night
You all jump straight up on mic
Im the best, but let me see
I make a money, could that be me?
He said, hell no, Im the of the rap
Looked me in my eyes, said, deal that
I said, on, buddy, dont talk that junk
You drank two 40's, now you must be

He said, "Lets battle", I said, "Go"
the Mack said, homie, I pimped the ho
All the king, go straight to hell
If your girlfriends freakin' on a freaky
Better play your rap and mine off
Before the bitch wet and youre still soft
No need to rush, your time
To adjust to the changes in my
I was on the turf, cold out
When a MC got hit in the mouth

Tryin' to find out if he can hang me
The boy got hooked on the dope beat
I said, bitch, what are you
It funny, cool, I aint jokin'
You never shoulda said I was the place
You wouldnta got socked straight in face
Im the coldest MC on a
Now the sucker MCs just me alone
They might suck on yours, but they cant get
Like the Mack said, homie, pimp all the

Im not 'bout hookers in mini-skirts
you pimp like me, put your mind to work
Its like 24 hoes, known as tracks
When I grab that mic, I spit raps
I start the hoes, and it just dont stop
Its goin' on the panties drop
Im sir, Too Short, like I
cant lick, dont give me head
Had a young tender, wont say her name
Its the same old story, ran the old game

She can blow more head than a blows water
The girl wont stop she get started
Like the freak you married, I had to get her
no doubt, short dog would get her
Im a player, I cant lie
call me playboy Short, and I told you why
Im a mack, so get
I put my in the deck in my Cadillac
And as my ride on definitely
I speak each loud as can be

Im the T-double O, and I said
If your freakin', I accept all head
Scream out the combination, and I the lock
in the mic jack, and then rock that cock
Back to back like the Oakland
In and out like your
Makin' people dance all the floor
Lovin that named sir Too Short
You got my bank, girl, no time to act silly
Im dynamite, baby, and my aint Willy

Cold as hell, hard to
I these raps and rock yo block
Hit the city talkin' 'bout, its on
And the next thing you know, the whole gone
Its too on the mic
And Im mo raps than any rapper you like
So all you suckers-worth rappers, you hate my
All I say is, dont fuck with me
My game is tight, my bank is
You can hate big Short, but I still get

You say, I cant, I say you can
respect, little boy, when you deal with a man
I saw you laughin' when you in the place
Punk, I start when I spit in your face
See I know how I feel, I should be at dawn
But Im a MC, I keep rockin' on
I wont say Im best, wont Im bad
Im just a muthafucka with a hard-ass rap
Too cold comin' up
Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your
Be a man if you can, it might get worse
You be walkin' 'round with a wig and a purse
No tellin' whats next, I know
Like the said, homie, pimp the ho

Ill be to you
Youll be to me
Anything you
Or anything you

I got my eye on you
And Im you
Ill you all my dough
You just that ho

Im never draggin' when Im rhymin', 'coz I a lotta money
I jump into my car, drop it if its
Doggin' the freaks, and all that
Long hoes with real big tits
Im a player, oh yes, I am
the microphone and start makin' grands
I take a to her room, not a hotel trick
I cold chill out at the Six

Im in the car, and I cant be found
Im the hardest muthafucka rappin' from this
My is sir too Short, and if you say, "So what?"
I look you in your eye, and wouldnt a fuck
I live a lifestyle, aint no trip
8 on the mike, and aint faked it yet
So when you see me on stage, I wont you a kiss
I put my in the air and tell you just like this
Say

the ho