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Pimp ho

Its Too Short raps been around a while
I rocked to the beat and got my own
Im the O city, and I said it before
I was born to mack, call me Playboy
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
it out everybody, if you got two ears
Turn radio up, Short Gog is here

If the aint kickin', pick up the phone
Dial 911, tell 'em, 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 her and her friends
Like a Too Short rap, and everybody
Like the mack said, homie, the hoes
Aint no need in playin' games, at all
like a giant when youre just too small

No need to rush, take time
To adjust to the changes in my
To you rappers, tonights your
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, hold on, buddy, dont talk 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 to hell
If your freakin' on a freaky tale
Better play your rap and take off
Before the bitch gets wet and still soft
No need to rush, take time
To adjust to the changes in my
I was on the turf, cold out
When a sucker MC got hit in the

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

Im not talkin' 'bout hookers in
When you pimp like me, put your mind to
Its like 24 hoes, better known as
When I grab that mic, I spit these
I workin the hoes, and it just dont stop
Its on till 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 than 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 cold player, I lie
They call me playboy Short, and I you why
Im a mack, so get
I put my tape in the in my Cadillac
And as my ride on definitely
I speak each word as can be

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

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

You say, I cant, I say you can
Show respect, boy, when you deal with a man
I saw you laughin' when you came in the
Punk, I start laughin' when I spit in 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 a hard-ass rap
Too cold comin' up
Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your
Be a man if you can, 'coz it get worse
You be walkin' 'round with a wig and a purse
No whats next, I dont know
Like the Mack said, homie, 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 pimp ho

Im never draggin' when Im rhymin', 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
Grab the microphone and makin' grands
I take a freak to her room, not a hotel
I chill out at the Motel Six

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

the ho