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Pimp ho

Its like Too Short raps around a while
I rocked to the beat and got my own
Im from the O city, and I said it
I was born to mack, me Playboy Short
You wanna get freaky? at the time
We could do the nasty, but its nine
My starts at ten, I gots to go
the mack said, homie, pimp the ho
Check it out everybody, if you got two
Turn your radio up, Short Gog is

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

No need to rush, take your
To adjust to the changes in my
To you rappers, your night
You all straight up on your 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 that
I said, hold on, buddy, dont talk 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 the king, go straight to hell
If your girlfriends on a freaky tale
play your rap and take mine off
Before the gets wet and youre still soft
No to rush, take your time
To adjust to the in my rhyme
I was on the turf, cold 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, are you smokin'?
It aint funny, cool, I 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 Mack said, homie, all the time

Im not talkin' hookers in mini-skirts
When you pimp like me, put your mind to
Its 24 hoes, better known as tracks
When I that mic, I spit these raps
I start workin the hoes, and it just stop
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 same old

She can blow more head a well blows water
The wont stop 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 deck in my
And as my ride on definitely
I speak each loud as can be

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

Cold as hell, to stop
I spit these raps and 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 raps any rapper you like
So all you suckers-worth rappers, you my beat
All I say is, dont fuck with me
My is tight, my bank is made
You can big Short, but I still get paid

You say, I cant, I say you can
respect, little boy, when you deal with a man
I saw you laughin' when you in the place
Punk, I start laughin' when I spit in 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 rappin' muthafucka with a rap
Too Short cold up
Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your
Be a man if you can, it might get worse
You be walkin' town with a wig and a purse
No tellin' whats next, I know
the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho

Ill be to you
Youll be to me
you want
Or you need

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

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

the ho