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the ho

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 Playboy
You wanna get freaky? at the time
We could do the nasty, but its nine
My show at ten, I gots to go
Like the said, homie, pimp the ho
it out everybody, if you got two ears
Turn your radio up, Gog is here

If the bass kickin', pick up the phone
Dial 911, 'em, turn it on
Bumped a cute young tender in a red dress
She had a booty, and a real big chest
She said, "I you", said it again
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 games, none at all
Fakin' like a 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 straight up on your mic
Im the best, but let me see
I make a money, could that be me?
He said, no, Im the king of the rap
Looked me in my eyes, said, with that
I said, on, buddy, dont talk that junk
You two 40's, now you must be drunk

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

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

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

She can blow head than a well blows water
The wont stop when she get started
Like the freak you married, I had to get her
no doubt, short dog would get her
Im a player, I cant lie
They 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 on definitely
I speak each word as can be

Im the O, and like I said
If your girlfriends freakin', I all head
Scream out the combination, and I the lock
Plug in the mic jack, and then that cock
Back to like the Oakland Raiders
In and out your crossfaders
Makin' people dance all the floor
Lovin that rapper 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 city 'bout, its goin' on
And the next thing you know, the nations gone
Its too on the mic
And Im spittin' mo raps than any rapper you
So all you rappers, you hate my beat
All I gotta say is, fuck with me
My is tight, my bank is made
You can hate big Short, but I get paid

You say, I cant, I say you can
respect, little boy, when you deal with a man
I saw you laughin' you came 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 MC, I keep rockin' on
I wont say Im best, wont Im bad
Im just a rappin' muthafucka with a rap
Too Short comin' up
Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your
Be a man if you can, 'coz it might get
You be 'round town with a wig and a purse
No tellin' next, I dont know
Like the Mack said, homie, 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 just that ho

Im never draggin' Im rhymin', 'coz I make a lotta money
I jump into my car, drop it if its
Doggin' the freaks, and all shit
Long haired hoes with real big
Im a player, oh yes, I am
the microphone and start makin' grands
I take a freak to her room, not a trick
I cold out at the Motel Six

Im ridin in the car, and I cant be
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 lifestyle, aint no trip
8 years on the mike, and aint 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 like
Say

the ho