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Pimp ho

Its like Too Short raps been around a
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 Short
You wanna get freaky? Look at the
We do the nasty, but its almost nine
My show starts at ten, I to go
the mack said, homie, pimp 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, 'em, turn it on
Bumped a cute young tender in a red dress
She had a soft booty, and a real big
She said, "I love you", said it
At the freaked her and her friends
a Too Short rap, and everybody knows
Like the said, homie, pimp the hoes
Aint no need in playin' games, at all
Fakin' like a giant youre just too small

No need to rush, your time
To adjust to the changes in my
To you rappers, tonights your
You all jump up on your mic
Im the best, but let me see
I a lotta money, could that be me?
He said, hell no, Im the of the rap
Looked me in my eyes, said, with that
I said, hold on, buddy, dont talk that
You drank two 40's, now you be drunk

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

Tryin' to out if he can hang with me
The boy got on the dope fiend beat
I said, bitch, what are you
It funny, cool, I aint jokin'
You shoulda said I was fakin' the place
You wouldnta got socked straight in your
Im the MC on a microphone
Now the sucker MCs just me alone
They might suck on yours, but they cant get
Like the said, homie, pimp all the time

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

She can blow more than a well blows water
The wont stop when she get started
Like the you married, I had to get with 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 tape in the in my Cadillac
And as my goes on definitely
I speak word loud as can be

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

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

You say, I cant, I say you can
Show respect, little boy, you deal with a man
I saw you laughin' you came 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 keep on
I wont say Im best, wont Im bad
Im a rappin' muthafucka with a hard-ass rap
Too Short cold up
Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your
Be a man if you can, 'coz it might get
You be walkin' town with a wig and a purse
No tellin' whats next, I 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 that ho

Im never draggin' when Im rhymin', 'coz I make a money
I into my car, drop it if its sunny
Doggin' the freaks, and all that
Long haired with real big tits
Im a player, oh yes, I am
Grab the microphone and start makin'
I a freak to her room, not a hotel trick
I cold out at the Motel 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 you in your eye, and wouldnt give a fuck
I live a California lifestyle, no trip
8 years on the mike, and aint 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 like
Say

the ho