Too $hort [Rap]

[Too $hort]
Do it again...
We want it all (we want it)...
Everything you got (we want it)

We want the diamonds, the gold, the weed, the hoes
The coke spot and the keys to the Rolls
You out of business, but no need to hang up the sign
We 'bout to open up shop we got thangs to grind
So potnah dude don't come back through
Cause everything we see you with, we gon' want that too
It's the law of the land, the way of the jungle
Gotta watch your fuckin back when you slangin them bundles
Ain't no love for you on this side
You might have to die so we can get by
You know the dopefiends they got to get high
And if you ask me why, I'll just say it's life
You cain't handle the pressure, when them gangsters test ya
Why they smashin on you man, I think you best ta
ask yourself, who made this fake hoe rich?
Bitch nigga, we 'bout to take yo' shit cause we want it

[Chorus One: Too $hort]
Everything you got, we want it
(You got it, we want it)
Raise up off the block, we want it
(You got it, we want it)
Leave the shiny whip, we want it
(You got it, we want it)
And your fine bitch, we want it
(You got it, we want it)

[Too $hort]
Fo' pimps in a Range, choppin up the game
Gotta stop slangin 'caine we need a occupation change
Cause the pussy gon' sell like dope
Keep a nigga paid that's what I tell my hoe
Get that money man, wish y'all had a bunny ranch
Keep my hoe naked, never let her put on her pants
No truss, no pumps, no lingerie
Bitches hoein up that's goin on today
Like I told my pimpin potnah, you know these women gotta
give me every last dollar, when I see that bitch tomorrow
This is pimpin incorporated, I'm all the way in this shit
Married to the game, now get up out my business bitch
I'm talkin to some pimps about some pimp shit
It's a competition BITCH, I'm tryin to win this
And I just got another hoe she's fine as hell
I'm tryin to put some mo' trophies on the shelf

[Chorus Two: Too $hort]
Put her picture on the net, we want it
(You got it, we want it)
Give me everything you get, we want it
(You got it, we want it)
Don't make me whup your fuckin ass, we want it
(You got it, we want it)
You better get about the cash, we want it
(You got it, we want it)

[C-Bo]
C-Bo is on some gangster shit, four-fifth, banger clip
600 stuntin, 21 sittin on them sick
And how I get it dawg the same way I live it dawg
The gutter's grimy I catch 'em slippin and get it all
Take somethin, lay they block down, break somethin
Guerillas with bananas that make 'em lay down they hammers
Do it like the Santanas, rip the block to the slammer
And for the cash I want I'm known to get hot with them clammers
Heyyy, it's the heist for your jewels man
It's plain and simple, your ice or I shoot man
We get the stack of dollars, black Beemer black Impalas
Pull up and take the block, made niggaz made the block
I want it I get it I dip it I sit it
Rather it's jackin or pimpin these bitches, a nigga wit it
I go hard in the paint, hard large to the bank
At the club 20 grand at the bar on the drank

[Chorus One]

[Too $hort]
Beotch!
Somebody say beotch! Say beotch!
A lemme hear you say beotch! Say beotch!
Say bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch..

Your daddy said come back baby, find your life
It was wrong before but this time it's right
It's been way too long, you've been gone from home
You wasn't ready when you left to be grown on your own
Now deep down inside you're his little girl
Gotta swallow his pride cause you're his little girl
Wouldn't be so bad, if you only stripped
But you don't do dancin just lonely tricks
Now you're hooked - ain't no love
You in this game, it's just like drugs
Your family wrote you off cause you fucked that up
You way out of town and you stuck
Now you're on your own, you've been disowned
Since you left your hometown all your friends are gone
It's girls like you that truly make us
You're lost in the world so I moved you to Vegas

Before you met me you wasn't nuttin
I fucked wit'cha and I turned you into somethin
Now fuck J-Lo, be your own woman
Now take your ass back to work the track jumpin
Say beotch! I'ma be pimpin forever
Bitch, I'ma be pimpin forever
Say say say say hoe! I'ma stay mackin forever
Hoe, I'ma stay mackin forever
Say, say beotch! I'ma be pimpin forever
Bitch, I'ma be pimpin forever
Say say say say hoe! I'ma stay mackin forever
Hoe, I'ma stay mackin forever

[Too $hort]
Say beotch! You better get that cash
Old-ass man wanna hit that ass
Older than your daddy, more like your granny
Let his old wrinkled ass get in them panties
I show you how to get it, I'm just a dog
You had a good thang and you fucked it off
I'm like the big bad wolf, you better scream
Run for your life cause I want that cream
Your father told you, to stay away from me
And now you gotta call me daddy?
Now let me ask you, you think you've got it together?
You're too fine to be broke, you gotta get whatever
Now I don't give a fuck in any weather
When I see you, you better have a G or better
Look into my eyes, and say you understand me
Cause now I'm your family (say beotch)

Before you met me you wasn't nuttin
I fucked wit'cha and I turned you into somethin
Now fuck J-Lo, be your own woman
Now take your ass back to work the track jumpin
Say beotch! I'ma be pimpin forever
Bitch, I'ma be pimpin forever
Say say say say hoe! I'ma stay mackin forever
Hoe, I'ma stay mackin forever
Say, say beotch! I'ma be pimpin forever
Bitch, I'ma be pimpin forever
Say say say say hoe! I'ma stay mackin forever
Hoe, I'ma stay mackin forever

[Too $hort]
Your father wants to know, when you comin
But you never liked home so you keep on runnin
Now I got you, you're mine for life
Bitch get your mind right, don't let the limelight
steal your soul, and make you old
Make the happy lil' girl turn bitter and cold
Now your brain is frozen, your body is numb
You're stuck in the hoe-zone, you gotta get home
You can go to Oz and won't learn shit
Click your heels three times and go turn a trick
Beotch! You better get that cash
If you don't got it when I see you I'ma whip that ass
And all of you squares, that hear my flows
Most of y'all bitches wouldn't make good hoes
Never talk down on a pimp and his whore
Unless you know the whole story, broke bitch! (say beotch)

Before you met me you wasn't nuttin
I fucked wit'cha and I turned you into somethin
Now fuck J-Lo, be your own woman
Now take your ass back to work the track jumpin
Say beotch! I'ma be pimpin forever
Bitch, I'ma be pimpin forever
Say say say say hoe! I'ma stay mackin forever
Hoe, I'ma stay mackin forever
Say, say beotch! I'ma be pimpin forever
Bitch, I'ma be pimpin forever
Say say say say hoe! I'ma stay mackin forever
Hoe, I'ma stay mackin forever

[Too $hort]
Say beotch!
Yeah that's right, hoe up if you wanna blow up
Say say say say hoe
And all you cute broke-ass bitches stop hatin on these real hoes
Say, say beotch
You up there suckin and fuckin all night for free
Say say say say hoe
When you coulda got in and out there wit'cha money real fast baby
Say beotch!
Yeah, you need management
You need a nigga like me
To tell you exactly what you need to be doin out there
Get your full potential out your pussy baby
Yeah [fades out]

*All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga
spend all his dough
Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like
You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me?

Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic
Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick
She be my last pick, I got a real hoe
Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo
Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night
Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life
Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down
She gotta understand what I know now
Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch
Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch
I travel throughout the year
I keep a woman with a house and her own career
So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's
your name?)
Too Short baby, don't need to trick
I give her what she want cause I'm a real player
Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later

*Repeat

See I ilke them crazy hoe
Them straight, get down and pay me hoe
I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe
Make my creep fall right out my clothes
On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow
Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go)
Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh)
Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo'

Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol' jazzy hoe
Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe
Who think she fly to death, so I ain't gon' hold my breath
To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self
For as I cut one but two down the line
But could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime?
And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique
To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick

Quote for quote, who tote like this
Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit
Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed
I mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweed
Til I proceed, damn right, the spot's tight
Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might
Bag these bitches like groceries
Player to player, you can't get close to me
Now who you 'posed to be?
Pullin' toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin' fly
And I can tell she schemin' (why's that?)
Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay)
But that's cool though, cause I know how to stain golds
I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know
I slang flow, east to west
Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test

*Repeat (x2)

Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
When the real motherfuckin' player come around
Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak
Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' Hennessee
Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne
Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man
Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that?
I got star hoes pickin' me up in Tahoes
Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes
Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes
I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches
All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches
I like women with they head on straight
Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' Eight
Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds
Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes

*Repeat (x4)

[Too Short talking in background]

[The Game]
Uhh
Hey yo $hort, they ain't ready for this one nigga
Yeah

Whatever you want I got it, ammos, cars and chips
Yards of sniff, flood the boulevard with bricks
Hard or soft, raw get flipped, B.I. slash O.G.
Know about hoes, broads and strips
Hatchback I stuff 'em all with dicks, nasty nigga
Whup mo' ass than Steven Seagal in flicks
Like, it's a Spike thing, I do the right thing
Smack ass silly, bitches call me Sweet Dick Willie
Cause my cum, tastes like Now or Laters
So it attracts like strawberries and crocodile gators
On backs like a scout for the Raiders
Turn wifes into hoes so if your girlfriend blow, then she go
If she ain't legal, she can't mob at Teddy's
We can't bump and grind and I ain't Robert Kelly
So act like the broad in _Belly_, face down
Ass up, that's how I like to fuck

[Chorus: unknown female]
Whatever you want I got it
If there's money to make, let's spend it
Whatever you need, come get it
And it feels so good to me - I'm wit it

[Too $hort]
I'm lovin life, what'chu want me to say?
I'm tryin to tell the whole world, they goin dumb in the bay
They don't care if you don't like it, it's fun anyway
We smoke bomb in the bay on a sunny day
It's rainin buds, comin straight from Humboldt
Got a blunt rolled, a trunk full and still want mo'
It's not enough, light it up and get fucked up
You got a rat in the hood, 'bout to get sucked up
Yeah bitch, shut up and swallow the nut
Or turn around, and let me shoot it all in yo' butt
Cause I'm a freaky nigga when I get these sluts
And you a nasty girl, you like to lick these nuts
So when you call my phone and say pick me up
Cause you want me to shove this dick in yo' gut
I'ma do it, fold you like a 50 dollar bill
Fuck you real good and say, "Bitch how's it feel?"

[unknown female]
Feels so good to me {*3X*}
Feels so good to me - I'm wit it

[someone]
Ay 'Face man why don't you let these punk-ass niggas know what time it is

[Scarface]
I don't wanna let these niggaz know what time it is
Because if I let niggaz know what time it is
Then niggaz is gon' tryin to use they clocks to try to set they time to mine
Dig that

[The Game]
Uhh
Hey yo $hort, they ain't ready for this one nigga

Intro: Too $hort

Man, what's up with these niggaz out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see niggaz gettin money
Better get it while the gettin is good
Get it while you can, man
And stop hatin me, fuckin with my shit cuz I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby

Verse One: Dr. Dre

I'm seeing millions, niggaz dont understand
know what? Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plans
to blow up, will he style like this
everyday I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueray
stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
on the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again
some try to assault Dre, its still cavi
Im eatin steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality
I givin livin definition long as my hearts tickin
I fought and made the world listen
Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented
turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches
I push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over
rap master with the Houston heat holder
these playas best to get they shit in check
cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deck

Chorus: Ice Cube

Lord please, murda my enemies (Yeah)
Burn em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make mo cheese
Cuz I aint quite ready to leave (No)
[repeat 2X]

Verse Two: Scarface

Buck the whole world
meant that, gotta stay strapped
cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they gats
Super fist fightin shit might come down to dyin
When the time comes down for the tryin I got nine
reasons why niggaz shouldnt step in my face
with the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste this
Audi little something out the seams a my trousers
with no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya
I down ya, so let your people know what they face
with the type of individual thatll bomb a sub-station
Kaboom! and everybody dies outside
there aint no escapin the Reaper so dont try
Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to step?
Face down, hit, bleedin on the steps a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)

Chorus

(I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give)

Verse Three: Dr. Dre, Scarface

Smokin weed I never trail, I lead
spendin dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was pocket money, Gs
but these are the things real playas do
talkin shit is real things that the hatas do
I'm namin you
shit's thick, its time to run for shelter
I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter skelter

Dear diary, I'm runnin outta pages
Fadin, in and out, takin purple hazes
The dazes, Revelations in the last stages
Red skys institute, the silent horns playin
Im prayin with tears in my eyes
Cuz Im tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyin
But they eyein my bank account with beams on my rover
the killa failed to launch his attack (the game is over)

Chorus

[Verse 1:]
So while you going out having your fun, I should
sit here waiting for you?
All this time I've invested in you baby, now you
getting your dubs.
And making your runs and popping your drink.
and having your fun.
But see it's ok.
Cus what goes around comes around.
It's always been that way.

[Chorus:]
Didn't I tell you I was gona be the one? (Be the one)
Be the one and when it's all done boy...(She can't love you like i do)
Didn't I tell you boy?
Didn't I tell you?
Didn't I tell you?
Didn't I tell you?
Didn't I tell you boy?

[verse 2:]
So now the sun coming up you wanna change.
But I ain't sitting up and crying shit.
So while you rolling out doing your thing.
I'll be popping my bottles.
Rolling round clubs.
Hanging with me girls.
I'll be having my fun
Cuz I don't deserve all the games you play.
Now you coming back this way.
but...

Chorus:]
Didn't I tell you I was gona be the one? (Be the one)
Be the one and when it's all done boy...(She can't love you like i do)
Didn't I tell you boy?
Didn't I tell you?(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Didn't I tell you?(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Didn't I tell you?(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Didn't I tell you boy?

[Bridge:]
You going out knowing everybody's watching.
But she could never be me and you know it baby.
the proff is in the puddin.
Ain't no way to hide it.
(Didn't I tell you boy)

[Too short:]
You thinkin you got her stuck, you must be smoking.
she got alot of money too.
She ain't no joke man.
We raised her good.
She got the game before the fame.
Keyshia cole, ain't nothing changed.
you know her name.
You see her ridin something clean.
Lookin hella fly.
I know you heard, she changed her mind.
I'm bout to tell you why.
She ain't staying at the house.
She going out.
To some exclusive shit that you don't know about.
She won't be curled up crying with a broke heart.
She bout to get dressed and go hard.
And if you wanna run the streets chasing hoes,
dude she'll be out chillin cuz you ain't doin
what you suppose to.

Chorus:]
Didn't I tell you I was gona be the one? (Be the one)
Be the one and when it's all done boy...(She can't love you like i do)
Didn't I tell you boy?
Didn't I tell you?(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Didn't I tell you?(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Didn't I tell you?(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Didn't I tell you boy?

[E-40 + girl]
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a player just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a hustler just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a gangster just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a baller just like you

[E-40]
Dem your friends over there? Nah! Who you with then, nobody?
That's what I figured
Sittin at the bar, pervin all by yourself
Gettin nice and liquored
You said - truuue, I'm havin problems with my dawg
And I said - oooh, my broad just left me for a broad
We in the same boat foxy lady lil' momma pretty woman
I'm beginnin to think we got somethin in common
Confirmation, verification, lack of communication in our relationship
Drama (drama) just picture me and you gettin our freak on in the sauna (sauna)
Stress free without no rubbers or no condoms (condoms)
That's the real, treatin each other, crustaceans, {?} or Benihana's
No more 7/11, time for real chimichongas
Sheeeit, f'real f'real, we'll change the program up so quick

[E-40 + girl]
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a player just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a hustler just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a gangster just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a baller just like you

[Too $hort]
I see her choosin, it won't take me long
I got too much game, so I cain't be wrong
Ain't no safety zone, for a bitch when I'm around
I lead her anywhere and go pimp her by the town
I'm Too $hort baby that's what I do
You wanna play all the broads, but I do too
You know the rules of the game, take my hoe, ain't no shame
Cause I can do the same thang
You wanna sleep wit her, be sneaky and try to creep wit her
She take his cash and he let her
Not knowin, I was gon' get it all
You love the way we players ball

[E-40 + girl]
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a player just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a hustler just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a gangster just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a baller just like you

[Too $hort]
She like them paid niggaz, let 'em have they way wit it
She like them baller niggaz yaeh you know we all hit it
She like them real G's who treat her like she's filthy
She like to keep the square even though she still be fuckin
with that other nigga, that's what she likes
Niggaz packin pistols

[E-40]
Niggaz ridin bikes
Rated PG if you keep on the lights
You ain't gotta work hard, you his wife
Fight in clubs and I'm lookin at the price
Nails and toes, get some done
Not his kid but he calls him son
I don't know what you did but you got him sprung
Never me doe (me doe) I'm hard as a diamond
That ain't me hoe (me hoe) I'm a hustler
be timin to the utmost (utmost) shinin and grindin
with my kinfolk (kinfolk) collectin and stackin my loot
Steppin with soldiers and trues, pimpin and panderin hoes
Strikin a player pose (strikin a player pose)

[E-40 + girl]
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a player just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a hustler just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a gangster just like you
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo!
[girl] I need a baller just like you - 1/2

[Outro]
That's what she is
A funky, once a month bleedin, dirty down BITCH
That what she is, you know what I'm sayin?
Like you call me a pimp
Somebody somebody would take that offensively
A square would, you know what I'm sayin?
Or some, some brothers get mad cause you say nigga
Right? Well the bitch, to her
At least to, to my hoes, that's more of a, a pet name