MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
too $hort - 16 hoes
[Chorus:]
16 Hoes (Tasha, Tameka)
16 Hoes (Karoline and Kisha)
16 Hoes (LaShonda, Shaquita)
16 Hoes (Jane and Jelesa)
16 Hoes (Mandy and Mindy)
16 Hoes (Amy and Cindy)
16 Hoes (Selena, Martina)
16 Hoes (Rosa, Christina)
[Too $hort:]
I got (16 Hoes), time is up
If they choosin', line 'em up
I'll sign 'em up, I'll sign 'em up
I got a lot of hoes and can't find enough
I got (16 Hoes), can I get some more?
I get a lot of love when I hit the door
If I was 20 years old or 64
I'm like James Bond, I always get the hoe
I got (16 Hoes), fuck this trick
If he paid that hoe, to suck his dick
That's his business, you know what's up with this
I ain't never paid a dime to fuck a bitch
I got (16 Hoes), 16 flows, spit 16 bars, do 16 shows
I got 16 bitches - you can count 'em
In the last 20 years I made 16 albums
[Chorus:]
16 Hoes (Tasha, Tameka)
16 Hoes (Karoline and Kisha)
16 Hoes (LaShonda, Shaquita)
16 Hoes (Jane and Jelesa)
16 Hoes (Mandy and Mindy)
16 Hoes (Amy and Cindy)
16 Hoes (Selena, Martina)
16 Hoes (Rosa, Christina)
16 Hoes
[Jazze Pha:]
Who got freaks like me?
You keep one in a bitch ass with feet like me
Not even Miami got Heat like me
Only rich motherfuckers doin' beats like me
(16 Hoes) And they all obey
Bitch talked back to me, got dumped in the face
I flunked recess (bitch I don't play)
Do you really understand? (alright, okay)
(16 Hoes) Break brenzell with Phenzell
(Catch that trick) then *chirp* me on my Nextel
Bitch I could care less (if you meant well)
Get ya ass back on the track (and slang that tail)
(16 Hoes) And we a cute little family
My hoes love me (and they can't stand me)
Chubby wads of cash (my hoes hand me)
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 plus 8 is
[Chorus:]
16 Hoes (Tasha, Tameka)
16 Hoes (Karoline and Kisha)
16 Hoes (LaShonda, Shaquita)
16 Hoes (Jane and Jelesa)
16 Hoes (Mandy and Mindy)
16 Hoes (Amy and Cindy)
16 Hoes (Selena, Martina)
16 Hoes (Rosa, Christina)
[Bun B:]
I take 7 dumb bitches and I put 'em in line
Add 7 more hoes that jock niggaz that rhyme
Give me 7 more broads that got doe on they mind
And that's 21 hoes broke at the same time
That ain't (16 Hoes), you need to add about 5 more
And don't bring her here is she ain't a real live hoe
Old school pimpin', don't call this a throwback
And fuck a couple hoes, I need a fo'-five (?)
(16 Hoes) Now that's a number that fit me
If they bout they business, sheezy you know where to hit me
Jazze, tell 'em to keep it treal and don't bullshit me
They finna free Pimp C and he comin' with me
We need -
[Chorus:]
16 Hoes (Tasha, Tameka)
16 Hoes (Karoline and Kisha)
16 Hoes (LaShonda, Shaquita)
16 Hoes (Jane and Jelesa)
16 Hoes (Mandy and Mindy)
16 Hoes (Amy and Cindy)
16 Hoes (Selena, Martina)
16 Hoes (Rosa, Christina)
16 Hoes
[Too $hort:]
When I was 16 used to fuck hoodrats, it's not a big thing
A few years later did some major upgrading
See a top-notch, I say "Hey, what's up baby"
(16 Hoes) Can't find your lost whore?
She's probably with $hort, playin' at the golf course
Another ego, a hole-in-one
The game ain't boring, my hoes are fun
I got (16 Hoes) all nicknamed Bitch
Make Daddy happy, y'all get that dick
Since they're everywhere, you figure I'll stop
Couldn't be a better player than me
Nigga, I got (16 Hoes)
too $hort - a pimp s theme music
I'm your pimp!
[Too $hort]
Yeah, $hort Dawg in the house
(I wear my hat to the siiiiiiide, and I walk with a limp)
It's the mixtape baby
Pimpin' Incorporated (I'm your pimp)
This ain't the motherfuckin album
(I wear my hat to the siiiiiiide.!!!)
(And walk with my limp) Be-itch!
[Outro]
This is the young blood who not only saved society as we know it
But more important, huh, this cat saved the pimpin game
And I shit you not players
It all came down, somethin like this
too $hort - ain t no bitches
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
When I take 'em to the spot, ya know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy "All I got is top notch"
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
Im the super player, I got women everwhere
I know you love a square, I dont care
I still get it, anytime I want to
Call her at the house, I think she said "come through"
Im coming, everytime I see her
Thats what im doing, I cant believe ya
When ya tell me, shes all yours
Cause when I have her on the floor, down on all fours
She said its mine, and thats for sure
If you come around when im near, you gotta go
Cause you dont nothing bout this ballers work
When we was players coming up we knocked all the girls
And now I just go out and take my pick
If you gotta enough game you can take my bitch
I wont hate you, try to clown, I'll put you down
Cause I got women all over this town
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
When I take 'em to the spot, ya know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy "All I got is top notch"
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
You couldnt be a betta player then me, you aint got enough game
You couldnt take her from me, you aint even have a chance
Not with me in the picture
You even got the last dance to see what it could gets you
Nothing, broken hearted and lonely
Cause when its over, shes going home with me
Five foot nine short hair big booty
Looking like the leading lady starring in a movie
Fly crib, mercedes benz
She loves niggas like me and my shady friends
And when we hang out, dont count the champagne bottles
Thinking Im drunk, I dont play game lotto
I put the game down from the start
And you aint nothing but a dumb ass mark
She started teasing when she saw the red carpet
What did you say nigga "Get ya ass in the car bitch"
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
When I take 'em to the spot, ya know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy "All I got is top notch"
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
Hoochies, cheerleaders, groupies, beer drinkers
High class stuck up hoes, that getting real freaky
Laywers, nurses, police women, teachers
If shes a top notch, I keep her
Tall ass models, skinny and shit, big tities, short and thick
All complexions, different nationalities
Pimp game from from east oakland, out to cali
Keep 'em teenage to middle age, is she paid
Cuz if she aint, what can she make
If I see a bad bitch I aint fin away,
Im gonna holla at her, I cant discriminate
Its not about the sex, not all the time,
Cause im trying to get in her mind
Like when ya stand and just stare at the ocean
I help ya manage your emotions, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop, bitch
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
When I take 'em to the spot, ya know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy "All I got is top notch"
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop
[Talking:]
Aint no bitches like my bitches, I know ya think ya gotta lotta hoes nigga
And ya probably do, but theres one fact that'll always be true
You couldnt be a betta player than me nigga
Life is, life is too short, so keep trying nigga keep trying
Numba one, player of the year, player of the decade
Player of the century, player of the mothafucking millenium
And his name is too $hort, bitch
too $hort - ain t nothin but a word to me
Now take my bitch
She won't complain about shit
Becuase, she's my hoe
She don't belong to a trick
So when you fuck her, and give her all your cash
I get paid, or put my foot in her ass
I won't marry the bitch, and give her half
I get more head, and then I laugh, at the one bitch shit
I got a gang of hoes
I get, freak, ass, lick, these balls and toes
Now stupid little bitches get tossed
If they don't realize I'm the motherfucking boss
Come on down and get your ass pinched
And if you talk shit, get your ass lynched
Cause I'm the B the I the T the C the H
The K the I the L the L the A
Ice Cube, a nigga that's bigga than a nut
Cause a bitch is a bitch is a hoe is a slut
You say how can I call a women a bitch?
It ain't nothing but a word like shit
Ain't no slippin in my motherfucking pimping
And all bitches ain't women
You come home and get smooth cussed out
You gotta a bitch with a foul ass mouth
Scared to tripp her with a left hook
You'z a bitch in my book
Bitch
My nigga Jinx made the mix
So punk ass motherfucking bitches get the 86
I keep hoes on five (yeah bitch)
Cause I'm fucking more pussy than the law allow
With my boy Too $hort
See, he quick to grab a bitch by the throat
And slam her ass, cram her ass, with a fat dick
Cause she's a trick bitch
I like fat bitches, and I like 'em slim
I'll take a fat bitch, and stick my dick right in, her big fat ass
She'll make me cum again
I'm mack daddy bitch, fuck her friend
I saw your homegirl, she said whats up with us
I said nothing, fucked her on a tour bus
She got it good too, dicked down on the floor
The bitch was fine, but the pussy ain't good as yours
She a straggler, struggler, straight salome smuggler
Everytime I see the bitch, she's looking uglier
And if you got a trick ass on your left
Sitting there with dick on her breath
Last night she sucked my dick, now she's kissing little man
Won't even suck my dick, unless cut out the middle man
And if you have never heard of me
You'z a bitch
It ain't but a word to me
I'll stop calling ya, Beyotch
Man Fuck these hoes man, ya know
Nappy ass bitch ass tramp ass sluty ass hoe
I'll stop calling ya, Beyotch
I go hard on a bitch, fuck respect for ya men
I get my way with a bitch, when I act like a pimp
Always carrying bank, but I fooled the bitch
Cause all she ever got was to druel on my dick
Ice Cube will slap a hoe for the fuck of it
Just like me and that's some real shit
Bitch got bold with her loud ass mouth
Tough ass bitch got knocked out
You know a bitch ain't nuthin but a word to me
Some of you punks are just scared to see
If you could call that bitch a bitch you would
And if you can't, you probably should
I'm spitting game to you mark ass lames
On how how to get a bitch and treat the bitch like shit
You can't buy love, all pimps know that
It's all about the way old Short Dogg macks
Don't hold the bitch hand or walk side by side
Go first class everytime you fly
She'll go Greyhound, and just meet you there
I'm just an ice cold hard ass Oakland player
You want to tongue kiss bitch, it figures
I introduce you to my homeboy Richard
Also known by his nickname Dick
Now lets tongue kiss bitch
I like big butts so let it be known to the public
I bust a rap or two and the bitches love it
I'm only out for one thing so hate me
I ain't the one so don't try to fade me
I don't wear too much gold because it's tacky
I bust a Raider hat T-Shirt and Khakis
See a lot of hoes in freaky clothes everyday
So I talk to 'em in any ol can I way
See a bitch need a nigga to coach 'em
So I grab my dick and smoothly approach 'em
I say "hi" and I'm really kind of pitched
If they ignore me then I say "Yo freak bitch"
Give up the number hardly, we'll have a slumber party
You see I'll fuck you to death and then I'll dump the body
Cause I'm a nigga that's bigga than crew or a gang
And when it comes to bitches I'm out for only one thang
Yo bitch ain't nothing but a word to me, $hort
too $hort - ain t nothing like pimpin
Ain't nuthin like pimpin just let it roll
Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
Ain't nuthin like pimpin just don't quit
Mother fuck you damn shithead bitch
My diamonds and the Lex say it's time to flow
Wonder how I got rich, they say I rhyme too slow, so
I'm from the "O" I for what I know
And like I told your ass before you can fuck my hoe
I ride nuthin but vogues, ain't hittin no switches
Top down in my Caddy just me and my bitches
With a Ziplock bag full of green weed
I roll it all up cuz I'm a fiend in need
Of some dank smoke all up in my chest
Dangerous Crew got the bomb, we don't smoke that stress
Cuz we getting funky on album 9
I smoked a few joints bitch now I'm fine
Studio's in a cloud
Smelling kind of loud
Nuthin like pimpin
Nigga fuck Bill Clinton
Make me the mother fucking president
I'll make the White House a hoe house and all the pimps, To just
Set up shops like they do in Vegas
Legalize pimpin for all the playa's
Puttin fine ass bitches in the streets and the hood
Every year a nigga trade for a new Fleetwood
You know I'm rollin, I can't be faking
I come through and all your hoes I'm taking
You know I'm rolling, don't do no simpin
I'm an Oaktown playa ain't nuthin like pimpin
Ain't nuthin like the pimp game you should know
Never love a bitch or a hoe
You fell in love with her though trying to get in them pants
And the next thing ya know your baby momma's a tramp
Don't get mad now nigga want to shove the bitch
Cuz a year ago, you know, you loved the bitch
Now your stomache's upset and your feelings are hurt
She gotcha looking like an old banana peel in the dirt
Bitch, slipped up and hit your ass for a lick
Talking that mother fucking baby shit
You'z a punk ass nigga can't you see
Thatz the difference between niggas like you and me
I got bitches, on my mind
It's been like that for a real long time
I know the way them hoes take your cash
They let you fuck and make you pay up fast
Trick nigga, why you wanna be like that
Let them try for lent bitches take your fat ass stack
Couldn't tell them hoes nuthin but the punk in you
Cuz they already know what they want from you
Big bank, Ben Franklin, do the bitch just fine
She'll be taking all of yours and can't fuck with mine
I'm the M to the A to the C and K
All you playa hating niggas shouldn't be that way
There ain't nuthin like pimpin just let it roll
Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
Ain't nuthin like pimping just don't quit
Mother fuck you damn shit head bitch
Lights, camera, action, cut
Hollywood look out the bitch is coming up
She took acting classes 'bout to be on her way
On a Greyhound bus from home to L.A.
She said it wouldn't take long to make it to the top
A few auditions land a job
I was down in L.A., hit the club for a drink
I'm a player ass nigga tell me what do ya think
I walked up to the bitch in my clean ass suit
And I told her, I've been watching you
I peeped you out from the bar
You must be a model or a movie star
She said "No, but that's my dream.
To see my face on the movie screen"
I tell ya nothing but game came out my mouth
She was talking 'bout agents, I was turning her out
I said "Listen real close to what I'm saying.
All you need is me; you don't need no agent"
I'm a pimp ass nigga and the game don't stop
"All you gotta do is fuck a few big shots,
Cause if you can't do that, they're going to hold ya back"
She was sucking up the game, down to do all that
She said "Short baby, I ain't no simp"
But the nigga in the suit ain't nuthin but a pimp
And all them white guys you had sex with
They weren't big shots, they were nothing but tricks
She came to me and said it just won't last
I looked, and I laughed, and I kicked her ass
Cuz all she wanted was the fame
But you can't get shit when you don't have game
Guerilla pimpin just let it roll
Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
Guerilla pimps just don't quit
I say mother fuck you damn shithead bitch
[MC Breed]
Ain't nuthin like pimpin now you know
I want a bitch thats an everyday hoe
Just a Beyotch
There ain't nuthin like pimp now you know
I want a bitch thats a top notch hoe
Just a Beyotch
[Too Short] Mother fuck you damn shithead bitch
Ain't nuthin like pimpin now you know
I want a bitch thats an everyday hoe
Just a Beyotch
[Too Short] Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
There ain't nuthin like pimping now you know
I want a bitch thats an everyday hoe
Just a Beyotch
[Too Short] Say mother fuck you damn shithead beyatch!!
Mmm Mmm Mmmmmm
[Too Short] Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
Nuthin but a pimp
[Too Short] Mother fuck you damn shithead bitch
Short Dogg ain't nuthin but a pimp
[Too Short] Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
[Too Short] Cuss words. Mother fuck you damn shithead beyotch!
Nuthin like pimpin now you know
Ain't nuthin like pimpin so now you know
[Too Short] Beyotch!!
There ain't nothing like pimpin now you know
[Too Short] Ain't nuthin like pimping damn shithead bitch
Ain't nuthin like pimpin so now you know
[Too Short] There ain't nothing like pimping god damn asshole
Ah
[Too Short] That's it nigga, there is no more. Life is...
[Unknown Voice]
Thatz deep. Yeah. That right. There ain't nothing like a bitch.
Ain't nothing like a mother fucking, BITCH!
You, nasty, once a month bleeding mother fucking nasty ass mother fuck it
(Takes a deep breath)
BITCH, I hate your mother fucking ass. You mother fucking Beeeeeeyoooootch!!!
Beyotch!! And your momma too. Fuck all yall. Hahahaha.
too $hort - analyze the game
Why.. why she hoein man?
Why's she hoein, you ain't knowin? Oh you know why
Why is she prostitutin her body.. BEITCH!
[Chorus: Too $hort]
Analyze the game and tell me why; cause pimpin won't die
All these tricks want pussy to buy; the pimpin won't die
You can analyze the game and tell me why; cause pimpin cain't die
All these tricks want pussy to buy - pimpin won't die bitch
[Too $hort]
Why she hoein, you ain't knowin..
.. about all them dicks she be blowin, bitch where you goin?
Bring yo' ass back, here right now
Cook my food, and clean my house
Put my dick, in yo' mouth
Hell naw bitch you ain't goin out
You better realize she's a ho by nature
Takes one to know one fo'sho' I'm a player
She ain't really happy 'less she lickin a dick
with a sucker-ass nigga that be trickin an' shit
You can't train the pussy, by lockin it up
Raw dickin the pussy, and knockin it up (nope)
She still gon' be a ho and a baby by you don't mean shit
What kind of player are you? Let's get rich
Run the game with no glitch
Look her in the eye and say BEITCH!
[Chorus]
Analyze the game and tell me why; cause pimpin won't die
As long as these tricks want pussy to buy; the pimpin won't die
You can analyze the game and tell me why
Y'know the pimpin can't die BEITCH
As long as you believe I'll never lie - can't die..
[Too $hort]
Ain't no need, for you to front (nope)
Keep it real with these hoes, they give you what you want
Tell the bitch, you wanna fuck (yup)
If she say no.. so what?
Cause all you really wanna do is get this cash
Pull hundred dollar bills out a bitch's ass
Too many niggaz with the wrong agenda
Can't love the bitch, turned around to pimp her
Make your wife your ho, and your ho your wife
You can't do this dumb shit your whole life
That ain't pimpin - you need to let that go
Run home to your wife and forget that ho
[Chorus]
Analyze the game and tell me why (tell me why).. it won't die
As long as these tricks want pussy to buy; this pimpin won't die
You can analyze the game and tell me why; the pimpin won't die
As long as you believe I'll never tell a lie - it cain't die..
[Too $hort]
Nigga you all straight lines and fo' corners
Squarer than a motherfucker, Oakland California
That's where I got my name, I never could change
Runnin through the streets of the O is to blame mayne
You always frontin - whassup wit you?
You either do what you told or tell people what to do
Are you a boss or a worker - you big pimpin
All by yourself and ain't got no women
[Chorus]
Analyze the game, please tell me why.. the pimpin won't die
As long as these tricks want pussy to buy.. pimpin cain't die
You can analyze the game and tell me why.. y'know the pimpin won't die
As long as you believe I'll never lie - pimps up hoes down beatch
Analyze the game and tell me why (tell me why) - it won't die
All these tricks want pussy to buy; the pimpin won't die
Analyze the game and tell me why (tell me why) - cain't die
All my bitches know I don't lie - this pimpin will never die
Beitch!
too $hort - anything is possible
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is......
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't logical fuck an obstical bitch
How can I make twelve albums
All them gold and platinums
and I am still clowin
It ain't hard
I used to be a broke nigga
Dreamin about brodes and smoking bigger
Dedicated to the rap game
Too $hort I know you know that name
2000 makes me a 20 year veterian
Still making money and I don't stop rapping
Thats my motto even if you niggas hit the lotto
You never could win not until I go
I know you squares can't hang with me
What you talking about you can't spit this game like me
Some of y'all suckers need to fall in love
And stay there and quit trying to be a player
Fuck around and fuck your life up
Or a tramp ass bitch with a nice butt
You should of went to collage
Got your degree and a job stop trying to be like me
It's too hard cause you don't even know this streets
And me I mack this hoes with need
See and you all you do is smoke that weed
She broke your heart and got you on your knees
But me I know how to treat a bitch
Fuck all that nice ass sweethard shit
Suck my dick now thats foreplay
Now I am about to fuck you on the floor in the doorway
Treat you like a hoe okay? you like that
Leave when I am finished and say I'll be right back
Bitch! you already knew what it was
Whats a dogg like me going to do with your love
I drive it down the street tied to my bumper
I don't care how find she is
I am trying to dump her
I already fucked her
You need to get on bitch and find you a sucker
Get married divorced and get half
Maybe you should reason with her before she gets mad
Or maybe my nigga you should slap that bitch
If not then you need to snatch that bitch
By the throught and let her know this is how it goes
Say whats on your mind, now she knows
Some of y'all ladies need to check your man
For acting like a bitch every time he gets a chance
Backslap him tell him shut up and stop crying
And stop all that wineing
Bitch ass nigga you need to buy yourself some business
and quit askin all them motherfucking questions
Ain't no slaves around here
Ain't nobody gettin payed around here
It's all true about this hoes and me
You ain't got no game you don't know what she needs
Lame than a motherfucker about this mack shit
Still letting bitchs monipulate your actions
When you going learn how to wear the pants
Try and give this real player rythem a chance
It's all about the money and feeding your family
If I am macking hoes and you can't stand me
Keep my name out your ????? mouth
You hate a player and I find out
I might fuck your bitch little sister or your momma
More than one time just to add to the drama
Give you something to talk about
Life long trick learn your mouth
Cause I don't stop macking and I am always rapping
I fucked your little sister but I was just praticing
Short little bitch I picked her up
Diggin this big ass dick in her gut
I let her walk the funny
Whats wrong $hort Dogg last night got his fuck on
And you was trying to hate me I got cha
I fucked your little sister nigga anything is possible
Too $hort
[spoken]
Back on the mircophone
$hort Dogg
Thats right beyeeeeeatch!
been in doing this way too long
20 years on the motherfucking mircophone
Yeah you know all the fucking gold and platinum
Anything is possible
too $hort - baby d
*(Too $hort talking)
Eh yo Baby D, get yo lil ass over here on tha mic man, an show these
other lil niggaz, they can't fuck wit the Dangerous Crew man, spit that
shit, fo' $hort Dog.
Verse 1- *(Baby D)*
This is out fo dogs, wit tha fake attack,
I put it out two times, now I'm bringin it back,
wit a whole lot of me,
the Baby D,
you slippin westsider,
but it don't mean shit to me,
I'm the youngest in the Crew from the Oak-Town,
an when I come through,
I lay you niggaz down,
so what up,
get yo gloves an stuff,
it's the Dangerous Crew, ain't no love fo punks,
an if you dont know what to do, when I come through,
let this young mack show you,
grab the mic, an tighten up yo lyrics,
if it ain't real, I ain't really tryin to hear it,
see another MC's gettin mad as hell,
ain't nuthin mo funky than to be himself,
I gotta make a knot,
while I shake the spot,
cuz I can't be stopped.
*(Too $hort talking)*
Lil mutha fucka spittin that shit y'all, that's how we do it in East
Oakland, you know what I'm sayin, Dangerous Crew representin, next
generation step up baby.
Verse 2 *(Baby D)*
Baby D takin over like doja,
open ya up wit that north west explosion,
then I'm coastin,
(What ya doin nigga??),
runnin from the scene wit the ghost like Moses,
I gotta let em know,
if they mess wit the Dangerous they always know,
so get on,
befo you get spit on,
I'm rollin in knee high, no lie,
finna get my grip on,
from mornin to night, I keep it tight,
aiight,
Dangerous Crew fo life.
*(Too $hort talking)*
Yeah that's juss a lil sample y'all, Baby D comin through, 1996,
Dangerous Crew, my nigga ain't but 10 years old y'all, so, umm, before
you start dissin, you betta try an listen, cuz, he got sumpthin fo the
future that you lil 'ol niggaz can't fuck wit. So Baby D, I'm a tell em
like this, since I know yo mama might get mad if you tell em....
BIATCH!!
(Typed by: Westside_Mobb)
too $hort - back back
[12 seconds of background conversation to start]
[Too $hort]
We got a new dance (ay let's see it)
It's called the Back Back (let's see it)
Let's do it baby
Back Back (back back) Back Back (back back)
Back Back (back back) Back Back (back back)
When I walked in the door first thing I saw
was you drinkin at the bar, doin it all
Dancin like I never seen it done before
You don't need a dance partner on the floor
You just bounce that ass like it's goin out of style
Love the way the music sound, goin hella wild
Another time, another zone
It's like yo' ass got a mind of it's own
It keeps sayin I don't wanna be alone
We need to swap numbers, I'll call you later on
And since I made your favorite song
It's alright tonight, don't do a player wrong
Your booty goes on and on
You could stand still and it won't be long
before it moves, I love the way your panties shake
I heard your booty got banned in twenty states
[Chorus: Bishop of Crunk (Too $hort)]
BACK BACK! (Girl you 'bout to hurt somebody)
BACK BACK! (On the dance floor workin the party)
(That Lil' Jon beat got her freakin again)
(That's how her momma used to dance on that Seagram's gin)
BACK BACK! (That booty cain't stop)
BACK BACK! (Can you make it drop?)
(They been shakin like that since the 80's)
(Man they ain't never gon' stop, are you crazy?)
[Too $hort]
Even when you sit in a chair, you still keep bouncin
Put it right here and I will be pouncin
Watch how I slide on up
I might need a saddle, to ride that butt
Girl you think it's wide enough?
Can I plug it in the wall, and light it up?
Does it come with an instruction manual?
Can I twist yo' knobs while I touch yo' handles?
Can I see you do it booty butt-naked?
Back Back, girl you too wild you gon' break it
Damn! I thought it was mine
But my dick belongs to you since you started to grind
I see why they call it a crime
A woman like you is hard to find
The way you twerk that junky, make it funky
Cain't take this from me girl shake that monkey!
[Chorus: w/ minor variations]
[Too $hort]
Damn baby, how you move like that?
Is it the music or the way that I do my rap?
I wanna sick my dog, on yo' cat
Cause I love the way you do the Back Back
Just bounce that ass 'til you cain't no mo'
'Til your cheeks start to sag and you can't go low
When your arthritis kicks in at 44
Keep shakin that ass like a hoe
20 years from now she'll still get down
And booty shakin music'll still be around
It's a family tradition, cain't let it die
You saw that ass shake, that's how he met his wife
I'm up all night, me and my whole crew
Don't hate cause it's late when I roll through
In the middle of the night, tryin to get in your mind
I'ma wiggle in tight and I'ma hit from behind
So Back Back! - Whoa, did you see that mayne?
Girl stop playin don't change a thang
Watchin you dance I almost came
The way you shakin that ass is insane
I, cain't believe my eyes
I can see from the rear what's between your thighs
Took two steps back and realized
Yo' ass is a real prize
[Bishop of Crunk]
Back Back!
Let me slap that ass, let me slap that ass
Back Back! {?} yo' ass
Shorty move that shit, ass hit like this
Ass so quick make that booty wanna split
too $hort - bad ways
Ha-ha-ha it's goin down like this ma-fucka!!
Studd:
Is the shit gone ever change, cause I be caught up in the middle of it,
Click my pistol, and then in his fuckin throat I shoved it
Give me your money, and take that palve' off nigga,
Fuck Tommy 'Figga, I'm off that doe and liquor
See I be drillin in the eastside of San Pedro Park,
I smoke a camel, the lupsia done have me sparked
This lil' broad said I'm livin in my last days,
My mother love me, she say she hate my bad ways
But still she blame it on herself for doin what she done,
It wasn't fun, she moved us in the ghetto slums
So what you think about myself cause I'm a grown man,
A bad man, survival is whatever you can
You think you know it, flossin but I know you's a bitch,
Cause I be watchin, tryin to get my rob on this shit,
See niggas underestimate the city that I claim,
Where I am niggas sayin what the fuck is gangbang
Hard livin mothafucka represent your turf, your side of town,
You know thats where the fuck I'm found
Knees dirty, hands dirty, smokin on a tree,
Gamblin my drug money, hell yeah tee-da-lee
Cause I'm the nigga says crime do pay,
My people say they love me, they just say they hate my bad ways
Real bad ass ways (bad ways)
Real bad ass ways (you got bad ways)
Real bad ass ways
Get glock cause it pays
Murda One:
>From city to city, state to state,
I'm checkin my game with my muthafuckin trusted 38
But wait bubonic at an all time low,
Gotta hit the ATM to get money fo' sho'
Reclinin in my Cadillac, puffin Newports,
Eighteen on bump straight up bumpin Too $hort
You caught in the middle of a skanless ass vibe,
We copped another sack so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
I recommend mothafuckin hoes make your knees bend
You can't get with this on any day,
Best believe Murda One got the mothafuckin bad ass ways
Bad ass ways (you know it mothafuckas)
Real bad ass ways
Real bad ass ways
Joe Riz:
I'm livin live on hinges, when niggas in Benzes I'm broke,
I'm givin nothin but hell y'all its cut throat
I wrote a rhyme, called it a pastime,
Of hurtin ass shit that I faced the last time
My last dime, goes on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin it all of my chest
Yes the struggle grab me, hatin better have me,
Drama from my Momma, disowned by my Daddy
What should I do, tuck my head and throw them rolos,
If anybody know about the trouble I bet Joe knows
And raw livin it remind me,
Of the shit that I wanna put behind me
I'm stayin high for days cause what I'm doin it pays,
They don't hate me really, they hate my bad ways
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
They hate my bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Too $hort:
I've been a player for years, this aint no rappers dream,
You leavin messages, on her answering machine
I'm in the bed, listenin, laughin, ticklin, giglin, kickin it,
Nigga I be stickin it
You was hugged up with her when I met her,
She gave me that look like please make it better
I told her with my eyes, meet me over there,
Instantly, she was the victim of a player
I be spittin this game like Iceberg Slim,
What about your man, she said "Fuck him"
Let's roll, so we jumped in the Benz,
Left you at the bar, talkin to your friends
$hort Dog came through with the satisfaction,
Now you runnin round like a fatal attraction
Cause I been in the pussy for the last few days,
Don't take it personal, it's just my bad ass ways
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Bad ways (real bad ass ways)
Beyotch
(Typed by: shortdogg27)
too $hort - baller
[David:] Ha hahaha! I ain't gotta say much... $hort, YEAH!
[$hort:] So you wanna be a baller?
[David:] David Banner~! Big Face
[$hort:] You wanna get paid?
[Too $hort:]
You gotta keep tryin, just don't give up
Can't get on your feet cause you just won't get up
You dream about havin nice things but you don't have a plan
How you gon' get it, from your Uncle Sam?
Your welfare check can't buy a house and a Benz
What'chu wanna be, a mouse or a man?
You need a hustle, somethin that'll make some cash
Don't step on the gas, you're goin way too fast
In your new sports car, you're dreamin again!
Snap out of it - I know you're fiendin to win
You need to start from the beginnin, get a paper and pen
What'chu like to do, what's your favorite thing?
There's gotta be somethin you can do wit'cha life
Sell things that a whole bunch of people will buy
Make a lot of profits, make bank deposits
Wanna live like this, here's a shoe, how's it fit?
[Chorus: Too $hort (Banner)]
How you gon' ball if you got no hustle
How you gon' pimp if you got no game (YEAH!)
How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle
Your life ain't right cause you so damn lame (YEAH!)
Now how you gon' ball if you got no hustle
How you gon' pimp if you got no game (YEAH!)
How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle
Your life ain't right cause you so damn lame (YEAH!)
[David Banner:]
Niggaz wanna play with they life but won't play with they kids
They'll ball for these hoes but won't invest shit
Go to church and pray to blue eyes, church is for them pew thighs
Supersized by fries, I pimp a lot of bitches
but I'd rather save yo' lives
I'm from a place where they hung black folks
Where a bird can be whipped from some raw AND dope
Now you broke cause you smoke and you don't got a job
Man get up off yo' ass and do just like Todd~!
Sell yo' shit up out the trunk
Stop hatin other niggaz you can get what you want
You can get what you need without makin others bleed
I'm the master of the P-U-S-S-E
Oops I meant Y, others gotta die
Just to help sorry-ass lames get by
Now you'll let a bird die if you saw a bush
But you're pussy in the hood nigga, come get douched
Yeah nigga!
[Chorus]
[Too $hort:]
When you finally start makin some dough
You gotta work a lot harder, way more than befo'
It ain't hard to get in, but it's hard to stay
When you start pimpin it's all night all day
Non-stop, gettin it, then you start kickin it
Out with some hoes, later on you'll be stickin it
Move forward and continue to do what men do
Gettin money cause it's in you
[David Banner:]
Or maybe bein a man ain't in you, you BITCH
You can sell out your own just so you can get rich
No soul, no vibe, but you sportin a cross
Man the truth is you're tired and your spirit is lost!
I've been baptized in dirt, pull your panties up nigga
Rather shoot ya in your mind instead of blowin out your liver
David Banner, Mississippi until the day that I die
You can make it in this world, stand up nigga try
[Chorus]
too $hort - be my dirty lover
[singer croons "be my.. dirty love" 2X while Short spits]
Ain't nuttin changed.. Short Dawg
Sheezee.. sheezee
[singer croons "be my.. (be my) dirty love (dirty love)" x2]
Much love y'all
Short Dawg's in this
[Verse One: Too $hort]
I'm high profile, but you can't see me hoe
Got limosine tint like a real CEO
Hands free, talkin on the speaker phone
Handlin my business, just tryin to get my freak on
You know, bitches always beepin me with code 69
I'm real with mine, I make hoes wait in line
Can't fuck em all, and don't want to
Cause some of these tramps might front you (watch out)
You waited six months, I fucked her on the first date
And so I smoke the green weed to keep my mind straight
It's Friday, doin shit my way
Me and yo' bitch, rollin down the highway (right)
While you shootin that.. she gave it up easy
Fore-a-play and all that, wasn't tryin to tease me
Now you wanna feud, fuck that shit (slut)
Let's fight behind a lady, not that punk ass bitch
[singer croons "be my.. dirty love" x2 while Short spits]
Watch em.. keep your eyes open
Doesn't make sense
[Verse Two: Too $hort]
Now here I go, spittin another verse
Let the pen read my mind cause the shit ain't rehearsed
I'm so curious, about what this fat bitch have
A big bag of weed and a pack of zig-zags (smokin)
So I kicked it with her, with no intentions to fuck
Smoked up her weed and got my dick sucked (yeah right)
I said I got a lot of money but I'm short on cash
Could you give a nigga some so I can get some gas? (stupid shit)
She gave me twenty dollars, I know it's small pimpin
But it's mandatory, when I deal with all women (all these hoes)
It ain't gon' be no one-sided, I support her shit
Just because she hurt, Too $hort got a grip, beyitch!
I break it down, like the beat
Ride you like a motherfuckin seventy-three
Old school, everytime I roll through
All you suckers know who all the bitches go to, Short Dawg
[singer croons "be my.. dirty love" x2 while Short spits]
Fuck a bitch.. they fuck with you main
Foul mouthed little motherfuckers.. ?
[Verse Three: Too $hort]
It's cause rap music is like sellin dope
Every dollar you invest you get seven mo' (and that's real)
I hope you never ask me, how much it costs
if you can't figure out how the fuck I floss (big ballin)
You better get in where you fit in
cause a nigga like me ain't kiddin (no jokes)
Here come her boyfriend, with that narrow minded shit
Kissin on the bitch, she sucked e'rybody dick (slut)
Don't get mad, you knew the bitch had flaws
Ridin in the Benz (bitch) dick hangin out my drawers..
.. now why she give me head? (why?)
All she ever wanted was to get in my bed
I ain't gotta be a trick to tramp your hoe (nope)
I spit the game like a pimp while I'm ridin chrome
I had a dream I was through, can't sell records
Can't catch hoes, bring em home and get naked (what?)
It's not the first time, I had this dream
But music is my drug and I'm a dopefiend (straight)
The way I put it down, it don't seem too hard
Scorin points like Kareem-Abdul Jabbar (swish)
And if you tryin to catch me, you'll find out fast
what you tryin to do is an impossible task (can't do it)
Cause what I'm doin (can't do that) no rapper ever did it
(can't do that) Eleven albums and I'm still the shit, bitch!
(singer croons "be my.. dirty love" 2X while Short spits)
Can't do that.. nah nah.. ain't gon' happen
Old school Too $hort, that's right I said Too $hort
[singer croons "be my.. (be my) dirty love (dirty love)" x2]
We go way back, youknowhatI'msayin?
Buy you some motherfuckin business
Get up out the madnes
too $hort - bitch
[Chorus 1: Too $hort (50 Cent)]
Nigga don't act like a BITCH! (haha!)
That's why I never love a BITCH! (yeah!)
50 Cent, Too $hort and E-40 say BITCH! (Remix!)
She sucked me off, don't kiss that BITCH!
(From New York to Bay! - From New York to Bay!)
Ohh, why? Ohh, why'd you marry that BITCH?
[50 Cent:]
He said he love her mayne,
you really think he love her, mayne
She a superfreak, freakier, than he understand!
She's not the type of girl that you take home to your mother
She's the type you take to the track to come up on sucker!
Watch her deep throat! - See a D.P.
Hitting off on hoes like it's easy.
It's not a big deal, she doin' what she do
She doin' it with everybody, not just you;
Hello! (haha!) - I'm tryna put you up on game
You get emotional, then you could get the fuck on, mayne.
You buy her everything, you let her treat ya like a trick,
You sugar daddy mentality will make a nigga sick!
She ask for you just finna get it for he (r)
No matter how much you give he (r), she wants more!
I hate to tell you, but you end up with a whore
And chances are nigga try they gonna score.
- Man fuck that bitch! - (Hahaaa!)
[Chorus 2: Too $hort]
That's why I'll never love a BITCH!
50 Cent, Too $hort and E-40 say BITCH!
She sucked me off, don't kiss that BITCH!
Ohh, why? Ohh, why'd you marry that BITCH?
[Too $hort (50 Cent):]
I get everything I wanna get
I have some fun with it. - And make her momma trip.
Cause if I'm in her life - it's a problem!
A real player's at your girl, you better stop him!
(whooooooo-whooooooooo!)
Turn your back on the bitch she ain't actin' right
He hit it way before you now he's back in her life. (haha!)
What'chu gon' do when you lose her?
She got a nigga on the side just to use her!
If it's me, I'm parkin at the front do'
And you be knockin on her bedroom window!
You see the shadows! - You hear the sounds
But you don't do nothin' you just turn back around,
Like a BITCH! - Feelings hurt, ready to cry!
You cain't believe, everything she said was a lie.
She got a lot of bitch in her but not more than you
I never underestimate - what y'all boys'll do!
[Chorus 3: 50 Cent (Too $hort)]
(BITCH!) - You love her. - I fuck her!
She my jump-off she yo' baby mama.
You kiss her. - I twist her
And send her ass back to you before you miss her! (BITCH!)
[Bridge: Too $hort]
I'm a playa, baby!
I don't play no games (BITCH!)
I remain the same,
I ain't never gon' change my ways for no BITCH!
That's why I'll never love a BITCH!
50 Cent, Too $hort and E-40 say BITCH!
She sucked me off, don't kiss that BITCH!
Ohh, why? Ohh, why'd you marry that BITCH?
[E-40:]
40! Never-slippin'-and-slippin'-
And-skippin'-and-drippin' and missin'! (missin'!)
These cats that I be hangin' around don't listen! (don't listen!)
I-be-hippin'-and-sippin'-and-smokin'-and-drinkin' and spittin',
(spittin'!)
And these musty mouth broads they be trippin'!
(they be trippin'!)
I mean the bitch thought she was bad. (bad!) -
I knew what that batch was thinkin'
When she thought what she was thinkin'. -
But she shouldn'ta thought that!
I told her the money costs too much and I ain't got a dime
(got a dime!)
You got to pay me! (pay me!) -
Or pay me no never mind! (uhh!)
I-I don't sit on the toilet when I go piss (piss!)
You-you got feminine tendencies like a bitch! (bitch!)
Me-me I'm solid and concrete I keep it funky (funky!)
We-we we pull up in somethin, actin a donkey. (donkey!)
She-she she liftin' her dress up showin' her monkey, (monkey!)
See-see he trippin, he trickin, throwin her money! (money!)
B-B-I-T-C-H, all in her face (face!)
E-E-40 so laced, stay on the case! - AHHHH!
[Chorus]
too $hort - blow job betty
Right about now in the place to be
Too Short baby
Gettin real funky with the motherfuckin dangerous crew bitch
Too Short baby, I'm so hard
Pimpin these hos on the boulevard
But I'm not here to tell you about me
I got a little story about a nasty freak
She'd the kind a girl you think about in bed
Blowjob Betty give 'em real good head
Bust a left nut right nut in her jaw
Sperm on her cheeks is all you saw
She could blow more head than a well blows water
Blowjob Betty make your dick get harder
She's a one of a kind
A hell of a girl
A trip and a half around the world
Catch her gettin busy, bitch wouldn't stop
She's the kind a girl that make your toes pop
Every time I used to see her I would know what's up
Blowjob Betty better blow me up
I remember the day when I first met her
Bitch kinda loose so I knew I'd get her
Walked up to her, said my name is $hort
Just what you've been lookin for
Pimpin's my game
I do it the best
Ho fuck with me she don't get no rest
Well after that, I g'd the freak
I used to stop by and fuck her 'bout twice a week
And from the very first time I went to her house
Walked in the door and stuck my dick in her mouth
$hort dollar get bitches any time I wanna
Got a big dick and lay it right on the tonsils
I only stick it in about half way back
Cuz if I put it all in it bust straight through her neck
Niggas always sayin how they fucked that bitch
But I'm the only nigga that the bitch made rich
Like any other tramp, she loved to fuck
When any motherfucker got nuts to suck
I spit game to the bitch
Just like this
Why you runnin 'round suckin all that dick for no money
It didn't take long to stay true to the game and get my pimpin' on
But every once in a while you get a stupid ho
Bitch ain't about money and she never know
How to get it
Blowjob Betty was dumb
A fiend for a fuck and a mouth full of cum
She made money for a minute but she loved the sex
So I cut the bitch loose like an old school 'vette
Six months later
I'm still the pimp
I'm still the player
One night at the club she was puttin in work
All you had to to do was step up to her
She was in the bathroom sayin One at a time
Wasn't my bitch but she still was fine
So I went in the back room, seen the bitch
Slapped her on the head, said You ready to switch
And to the players out there, instantly
Blowjob Betty started servin' me
Cuz the player I am
Til the day I'm dead
I was sittin on the sink
Gettin some head
It was all so good and much too true
One young freak and the whole damn crew
But then I shot that fatal nut
Must 'a knocked that bitch on her butt
She couldn't even breath she was holdin her throat
Me and my homies just hit the door
My homeboys said $hort don't worry
But that next day I read this story
A young girl died just last night
She choked on sperm in her windpipe
It was on her face, her neck and chest
And we're sorry to say there's no suspects
When I saw that
My brain clicked
I bust a nut and killed a bitch
It might sound sick, it might be petty
But you never got sucked by Blowjob Betty
Betty (6X)
Biyatch
Y'all niggas don't know though
too $hort - blow the whistle
[Verse 1]
I go on and on
Can't understand how I last so long
I must have super powers
Rap 225 thousand hours
Get it calculated do the math
I made 1,000 songs that made you move your ass
And for the last 300 months
I made 16 albums with me on the front and the bump
Where you get your beats?
I heard 93 rappers say bitch like me
2 singers and 10 comedians
And I'm still gon' yell it every time you see me in
What's my favorite word?
BITCH!
Why they gotta say it like $hort?
BITCH!
You know they can't play on my court
Can't hang with the big dogs
Stay on the porch
BLOW THE WHISTLE [x4]
[Verse 2]
Where you get that from?
Grab the mic, spit one, let me hit that blunt
Pimp-C, 8-Ball, and MJG
Keep spittin' that P to the I-M-P
Bun-B that's Texas baby
Ball and G that's Memphis baby
$hort Dog that's Oakland baby
Ain't nothin' but pimpin' these days G
My nigga C got locked up
But these real hoes still know they gots to fuck
Give a fuck nigga what you say
$hort Dog fuck with UGK
Do you really wanna be like me?
Spit game like Snoop and TIP
Pretty girls in the VIP
They came with drank they don't need ID
BLOW THE WHISTLE [x4]
[Verse 3]
Your mind is gone
Your brain is blazed
You've been wide awake for the last 3 days
Poppin' pills
It goes down for real
Don't stop, just keep rollin' down hill
Crash and burn, can't stand, fall back
Your're doin' too much you can't handle all that
Man it's been way too long
Time to let the whole world play your songs
Like me my shit gets around
Leave the country come back and hit The Town
I'm in Miami, New York, and ATL
Houston and LA ask Dave Chappelle, about my rich bitch
He got her from me
And made 50 million dollars
I'm proud of you D
But I'm crazy you don't wanna be like me
I come from East Oakland where the yougstas get Hyphy
Blow it!
BLOW THE WHISTLE [x3]
BIACTH!
[Talking]
Too $hort
Up all Night baby
Album number 16
Y'all can't fuck wit that
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