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the ho

Pimp ho

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

If the bass kickin', pick up the phone
Dial 911, 'em, turn it on
Bumped a cute young in a tight red dress
She had a soft booty, and a big chest
She said, "I love you", said it
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 to rush, take your 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 lotta money, could be me?
He said, hell no, Im the of the rap
Looked me in my eyes, said, deal that
I said, hold on, buddy, dont that junk
You drank two 40's, now you be drunk

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

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

Im not talkin' 'bout hookers in
When you like me, put your mind to work
Its like 24 hoes, known as tracks
When I grab that mic, I spit these
I start the hoes, and it just dont stop
Its goin' on till the panties
Im sir, Too Short, like I
Bitch cant lick, dont give me
Had a fresh tender, wont say her name
Its the same old story, ran the same old

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

Im the O, and like I said
If your girlfriends freakin', I accept all
Scream out the combination, and I the lock
Plug in the mic jack, and then rock that
to back like the Oakland Raiders
In and out like crossfaders
Makin' people dance all the floor
Lovin that rapper sir Too Short
You got my bank, little girl, no to act silly
Im dynamite, baby, and my aint Willy

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

You say, I cant, I say you can
Show respect, little boy, you deal with a man
I saw you laughin' when you in the place
Punk, I start laughin' when I in your face
See I know how I feel, I should be shut at
But Im a true MC, I rockin' on
I wont say Im best, declare Im bad
Im just a rappin' muthafucka with a rap
Too Short cold up
Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out butt
Be a man if you can, 'coz it get worse
You be walkin' 'round town a wig and a purse
No tellin' next, I dont know
Like the Mack said, homie, 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 pimp ho

Im draggin' when Im rhymin', 'coz I make a lotta money
I jump my car, drop it if its sunny
the freaks, and all that shit
Long hoes with real big tits
Im a player, oh yes, I am
Grab the microphone and start 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 town
My is sir too Short, and if you say, "So what?"
I look you in your eye, and give a fuck
I a California lifestyle, aint no trip
8 years on the mike, and faked it yet
So you see me on stage, I wont blow you a kiss
I put my finger in the air and tell you just this
Say

the ho