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Pimp ho

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

If the aint kickin', pick up the phone
911, tell 'em, turn it on
Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red
She had a soft booty, and a real big
She said, "I love you", said it
At the motel freaked her and her
a Too Short rap, and everybody knows
Like the mack said, homie, pimp the
Aint no need in playin' games, at all
Fakin' a giant when youre just too small

No to rush, take your time
To adjust to the in my rhyme
To you rappers, your night
You all jump straight up on 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, talk that junk
You drank two 40's, now you must be

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 tale
Better play rap and take mine off
the bitch gets wet and youre still soft
No need to rush, your time
To to the changes in my rhyme
I was on the turf, chillin' 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 beat
I said, bitch, what are you
It aint funny, cool, I jokin'
You never shoulda said I was fakin' the
You wouldnta got socked in your face
Im the MC on a microphone
Now the sucker MCs leave me alone
They might suck on yours, but cant get mine
the Mack said, homie, pimp all the time

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

She can blow more head than a well water
The girl wont stop she get started
Like the freak you married, I had to get her
Aint no doubt, short dog 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 each word loud as can be

Im the T-double O, and I said
If your girlfriends freakin', I all head
Scream out the combination, and I open the
in the mic jack, and then rock that cock
Back to back like the Raiders
In and out like your
Makin' people all over the floor
Lovin that rapper named sir Too
You got my bank, little girl, no time to act
Im dynamite, baby, and my aint Willy

Cold as hell, hard to
I spit these raps and rock yo
Hit the talkin' 'bout, its goin' on
And the thing you know, the whole 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, dont fuck me
My game is tight, my 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' 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 say Im best, wont declare Im bad
Im just a rappin' with a hard-ass rap
Too cold comin' up
Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your
Be a man if you can, it might get worse
You be 'round town with a wig and a purse
No whats next, I dont know
Like the said, homie, pimp the ho

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

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

Im never draggin' when Im rhymin', 'coz I make a lotta
I jump into my car, drop it if its
the freaks, and all that shit
Long haired hoes with big tits
Im a player, oh yes, I am
Grab the microphone and makin' grands
I a freak to her room, not a hotel trick
I cold chill out at the Six

Im ridin in the car, and I be found
Im the hardest muthafucka rappin' from this
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, aint no
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 you just like this
Say

the ho