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the ho

Pimp ho

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

If the bass aint kickin', pick up the
911, tell 'em, turn it on
Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red
She had a soft booty, and a real big
She said, "I love you", said it
At the motel freaked her and her
Like a Too rap, and everybody knows
Like the mack said, homie, pimp the
Aint no need in games, none at all
like a giant when youre just too small

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

He said, "Lets battle", I said, "Go"
Like the Mack said, homie, I the ho
All hail the king, go straight to
If girlfriends freakin' on a freaky tale
Better play your rap and mine off
Before the bitch gets wet and still soft
No to rush, take your time
To to the changes in my rhyme
I was on the turf, cold out
When a sucker MC got hit in the

Tryin' to find out if he can with me
The boy got hooked on the fiend beat
I said, bitch, are you smokin'?
It aint funny, cool, I aint
You never said I was fakin' the place
You got socked straight in your face
Im the coldest MC on a
Now the sucker MCs just leave me
They suck on yours, but they cant get mine
Like the Mack said, homie, pimp all the

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

She can blow more head a well blows water
The girl wont when she get started
Like the you married, I had to get with her
Aint no doubt, dog would get her
Im a player, I cant lie
They call me Short, and I told you why
Im a mack, so get
I put my tape in the deck in my
And as my ride goes on
I speak each word as can be

Im the T-double O, and like I
If girlfriends freakin', I accept all head
out the combination, and I open the lock
Plug in the mic jack, and then that cock
Back to back the Oakland Raiders
In and out your crossfaders
Makin' people all over the floor
Lovin that rapper named sir Too
You got my bank, little girl, no time to act
Im dynamite, baby, and my name Willy

as hell, hard to stop
I spit these raps and yo block
Hit the city talkin' 'bout, its on
And the thing you know, the whole nations gone
Its too on the mic
And Im spittin' mo raps than any rapper you
So all you suckers-worth rappers, you my beat
All I gotta say is, fuck with me
My game is tight, my is made
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' you came in the place
Punk, I start laughin' when I spit in face
See I know how I feel, I should be at dawn
But Im a true MC, I keep on
I wont say Im best, declare Im bad
Im a rappin' muthafucka with a hard-ass rap
Too Short comin' up
Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your
Be a man if you can, 'coz it get worse
You be walkin' town with a wig and a purse
No whats next, I dont know
Like the said, homie, pimp the ho

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

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

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

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

the ho