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the ho

Pimp ho

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

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

No to rush, take your time
To adjust to the changes in my
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, no, Im the king of the rap
Looked me in my eyes, said, deal with
I said, hold on, buddy, talk 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 freakin' on a freaky tale
Better play your rap and take off
Before the bitch gets wet and youre soft
No need to rush, take your
To adjust to the in my rhyme
I was on the turf, chillin' out
a sucker MC got hit in the mouth

Tryin' to out if he can hang with me
The boy got hooked on the fiend 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 MC on a microphone
Now the MCs just leave me alone
They suck on yours, but they cant get mine
the Mack said, homie, pimp all the time

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

She can blow more head a well blows water
The girl wont stop when she get
Like the freak you married, I had to get her
Aint no doubt, short dog get her
Im a cold player, I 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 goes on
I speak each word as can be

Im the O, and like I said
If girlfriends freakin', I accept all head
Scream out the combination, and I the lock
Plug in the mic jack, and then that cock
Back to back the Oakland Raiders
In and out like your
Makin' people dance all over the
that rapper named sir Too Short
You got my bank, girl, no time to act silly
Im dynamite, baby, and my name aint

Cold as hell, to stop
I spit these raps and yo block
Hit the city 'bout, its goin' on
And the next you know, the whole nations gone
Its too on the mic
And Im spittin' mo raps any rapper you like
So all you rappers, you hate my beat
All I say is, dont 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
Show respect, boy, when you deal with a man
I saw you when you came in the place
Punk, I start laughin' when I in your face
See I how I feel, I should be shut at dawn
But Im a MC, I keep rockin' on
I say Im best, wont declare Im bad
Im just a rappin' muthafucka a hard-ass rap
Too cold comin' up
Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out butt
Be a man if you can, 'coz it get worse
You be walkin' town with a wig and a purse
No tellin' next, I dont know
Like the said, homie, pimp the ho

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

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

Im never draggin' when Im rhymin', 'coz I make a lotta
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 start makin'
I take a to her room, not a hotel trick
I chill out at the Motel Six

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

the ho