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Pimp ho

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

If the bass aint kickin', up the phone
Dial 911, 'em, turn it on
Bumped a cute young tender in a red dress
She had a soft booty, and a real big
She said, "I love you", it again
At the freaked her and her friends
a Too Short rap, and everybody knows
Like the mack said, homie, the hoes
Aint no in playin' games, none at all
Fakin' a giant when youre just too small

No need to rush, take time
To adjust to the changes in my
To you rappers, your night
You all jump straight up on mic
Im the best, but let me see
I make a lotta money, that be me?
He said, hell no, Im the 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 must be

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

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

Im not talkin' 'bout 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 goin' on the panties drop
Im sir, Too Short, like I
cant lick, dont give me head
Had a fresh tender, wont say her name
Its the old story, ran the same old game

She can blow head than a well blows water
The girl 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
call 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 goes on
I each word loud as can be

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

Cold as hell, hard to
I spit raps and rock 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 hate big Short, but I get paid

You say, I cant, I say you can
Show respect, boy, when you deal with a man
I saw you laughin' when you came in the
Punk, I laughin' when I spit in your face
See I know how I feel, I should be shut at
But Im a true MC, I keep on
I say Im best, wont declare Im bad
Im just a muthafucka with a hard-ass 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' 'round with a wig and a purse
No tellin' whats next, I dont
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 pimp ho

Im draggin' when Im rhymin', 'coz I make a lotta money
I jump into my car, drop it if its
Doggin' the freaks, and all shit
Long hoes with real big tits
Im a player, oh yes, I am
the microphone and start makin' grands
I take a to her room, not a hotel trick
I cold chill out at the 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 a California lifestyle, aint no trip
8 years on the mike, and aint it yet
So you see me on stage, I wont blow you a kiss
I put my finger in the air and tell you just this
Say

the ho