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the ho

Pimp ho

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

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

No need to rush, take your
To adjust to the changes in my
To you rappers, your night
You all jump straight up on mic
Im the best, but let me see
I make a lotta money, that be me?
He said, hell no, Im the of the rap
me in my eyes, said, deal with 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"
the Mack said, homie, I pimped the ho
All the king, go straight to hell
If your girlfriends on a freaky tale
Better play your rap and take off
Before the bitch gets wet and still soft
No need to rush, your time
To to the changes in my rhyme
I was on the turf, chillin' out
When a sucker MC got hit in the

Tryin' to find out if he can hang me
The boy got on the dope fiend beat
I said, bitch, are you smokin'?
It funny, cool, I aint jokin'
You never shoulda said I was the place
You wouldnta got socked straight in your
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 talkin' 'bout in mini-skirts
When you pimp like me, put your mind to
Its 24 hoes, better known as tracks
When I grab that mic, I spit these
I start workin the hoes, and it just dont
Its goin' on the panties drop
Im sir, Too Short, like I
Bitch lick, dont give me head
Had a young tender, wont say her name
Its the old story, ran the same old game

She can blow head than a well blows water
The girl wont when she get started
Like the freak you married, I had to get 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 in the deck in my Cadillac
And as my goes 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
Back to like the Oakland Raiders
In and out your crossfaders
Makin' people dance all the floor
that 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 these raps and rock yo
Hit the city 'bout, its goin' on
And the thing you know, the whole nations 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 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
Show respect, little boy, when you 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 be shut at dawn
But Im a true MC, I keep on
I wont say Im best, wont Im bad
Im just a muthafucka with a hard-ass rap
Too Short cold up
Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out butt
Be a man if you can, it might get worse
You be walkin' 'round town 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 you need

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 make a lotta
I into my car, drop it if its sunny
Doggin' the freaks, and all shit
Long haired hoes with big tits
Im a player, oh yes, I am
Grab the and start makin' grands
I take a freak to her room, not a trick
I chill out at the Motel Six

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

the ho