Too Short

[fox69]

"Gotta Get Some Lovin'"

"Gotta Get Some Lovin'"


[Chorus:]
Gotta get some lovin' [Repeated]

[Too $hort:]
Gotta get me some pussy
Biotch
What's really goin' on?
Yeah, $hort Dog's in the house
Funky Fresh, Biotch

I seen you walking down the street had to stop
Turned up the radio, dropped the top
Say ya look so good, you're so fine
I'll take ya to my house, we'll spend some time
I know you feel me, you need to find me
And give me head while I'm doin' about 90
Biotch, believe it or not, I'm bout to come up
What's up with the Cop?
I'll get you in my car, let you work that tounge
Drivin' to my house, we'll have some fun
But this ain't no Too $hort freaky tale
Cause right now I'm goin' through a dry spell
Stopped fuckin' with the hoes, just ride and look
Dip to the house to get the porno books
Thinkin' to myself I gotta knock a bitch
I gotta get some pussy, man fuck this shit

[Chorus]

Bounced to the house all by myself
Can't get no pussy and I'm mad as hell
Cause magazines can't even do the trick
I guess I have to watch me a porno flick
Popped in the movie, they start fuckin'
He was lickin', she was suckin'
I watched them ol' nasty freaks
Wishin' that shit might happen to me
I got a beep and got juiced up hommie
Looked at my pager and it said "Tone Only"
I need a bitch that wanna give me some
Loves givin' head just to make me cum
Freak Nasty all on my dick
Just like the hoe in the porno flick
I went to bed without fuckin' a bitch
I gotta get some pussy man fuck this shit

[Chorus]

I need a bitch, so I can get me some
She'll lick on these nuts and then make me cum
Get real freaky, had her pussy wet
Ease on in like an Oakland vet
Lay your ass down by the fireplace
Stick my dick in your mouth, let you have a taste
Of this skinny motherfucker with a big ol' dick
I'll let you ride it right after you lick it
See I come from the city of dope
From the mouth to the pussy and back down your throat
I gotta get some, I keep thinkin' of sex
I wonder who'll call my beeper next
I keep callin' hoes, ain't no one home
And like a punk motherfucker I'm all alone
So I told myself, I'm knockin' a bitch
I gotta get some pussy man fuck this shit

[Chorus]

Where it's at

Back on the streets and it's on again
Bumped a little freak named Sonja San
She jumped in the car and we started to ride
Just graduated from Oakland High
18 years, thick as hell
She look kinda young, but my dick can't tell
Ride through the town with my sunroof open
Thinkin' about the pussy, man, just hopin'
Later on, some Hennessay and Tangeray
Will have her ass so high, I get to fuck today
I hit a corner, and seen her Pops
She waved to him, smiled and told her "Stop"
I pulled over, looked at her father
He took one look and said, "You can't mess with partner"
I had to leave without my young bitch
Can't get no pussy man fuck this shit

[Chorus to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Hard On A Bitch"

"Hard On A Bitch"


"Something like this"
"Pimpin ain't.. pimpin ain't dead.." [2X]
[background scratch:] "Hard on a bitch"

[Too $hort]
I'm so hard on a bitch nigga
I mean it's nothin though, you know I'm from the town
Everythang on a bitch
That's how we do it
("I'm hard on a bitch, go ask my first ho")

I'm not nice to these hoes, most of the time
I say what the fuck, is on my mind
I grab my pen, and write a rhyme
And say somethin 'bout a bitch on every line
She just gave me 800, a G last night
She could pay me for years and couldn't be my wife
Everybody talkin 'bout, how these pimps be funny
A bitch couldn't lock me down with Whitney's money
Some niggaz get paid but they're not the boss
Cain't even show off, stop and floss
... without askin permission
Why you bitch-ass niggaz always askin yo' bitch
If you can do thangs, what'chu wanna do mayne?
You wanna help your girl step up her shoe game?
Take her shoppin, just to get it poppin
You weak for the pussy and you know you need to stop it

[Chorus: Too $hort]
Hard on a bitch, I'm hard on a bitch
I'm hard on a bitch so hard on a bitch
Hard on a bitch, I'm hard on a bitch
I'm hard on a bitch I'm so hard on a beee-itch!

[Too $hort]
But you ain't though, and you cain't flow
She's a pro, but you ain't know
You so soft, you ain't pimpin these hoes
You take 'em to the mall and buy expensive clothes
And let her drive your car, so you can say you're fuckin
She disrespects you and don't pay you nothin
But that's you - cause if it was me
She'll be comin to the table with a meal to eat
And I stay hungry, I like hoes that make money
You got a pussy, and they want it
So give it to 'em and collect the fee
Buy some mo' shoes and give the rest to me
Cinderella and her glass slipper
They say, a lot of fuckin makes yo' ass bigger
I say, keep fuckin make my ass richer
While yo' booty and my pockets get thicker

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Hard On The Boulevard"

"Hard On The Boulevard"


Sunshine, convertable tops
You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops
You ride black walls, we ride Vogues
You got a girlfriend, we pimp hoes
You say I'm fake, I say you're smoking
I'm just a mack named $hort from Oakland
Just like a tag team wrestling tip
With a nasty bitch, then the homie switch
Bitch, ain't getting nothing but a lesson taught
If your pimping ain't strong, it's not my fault
Hoes start choosing, wouldn't give 'em a break
I pull out my old white Too $hort tape
I'm playing "Dope Fiend Beat" and the shit still hits
Trying to stick my dick all in them lips
She said "No, I never did it before"
Well you ain't the bitch I'm looking for
Cause she's rich and thick and chocolate
Wouldn't hesitate to lick my dick
All my parters say "$hort what's up?"
See me with a bitch with a big-ass butt
I don't answer, I start laughing
Nothing going on but the Oaktown macking
Laying it right, all damn night
Hoes getting sprung like they smoking the pipe
El Dorado, Mazeratti
Nothing but freaks with fine bodies
I love to roll my Mercedes Benz
I'm nothing but a player like all my friends
So when you call me fake, be for real
The call me Short Dog cause I'm hard as hell
Hope your girlfriend's name ain't Linelle
I screwed her last night in a cheap motel
Like I told my crew, when the toss up's chill
Humping like a Chevy rolling down Foothill
Get off the pipe fool, stop cracking
Be like Short Dog and start macking

T double O S-H-O-R-T
I go solo, can't nobody fuck with me
I'll just kick back counting my bank
No cokes smoking, just potent dank
Funky fresh on the microphone
When you spin that wax, it's not the same ol' song
Round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows
You see me at the clubs catching all the hoes
I don't drink vodka, I do drink gin
I like to get a blowjob from your girlfriend
Cause I'm macking, baby, you know that's right
I'm from the Oaktown, straight Eastside
I got all my game from East Oakland streets
Now motherfuck you damn shit-haired freaks
I go on and on as I sing my song
If you're tender and young, I fuck you all night long
I'm not a no-good punk, I didn't make you flunk
I didn't tell the whole world your pussy stunk
I cut you slack in my rap, I could've macked your mother
But Life is Too $hort so I kept it undercover
I'm so damn hard, on the boulevard
Hoes ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Freak nasty don't trip, to me it ain't shit
You can suck my dick with some fat hoe lips
Riding in a Caddy with the top let down
California sunshine, cruising the town
On the boulevard, maybe drop my top
If you're feeling hot, don't even stop
Cause it feels so good, I'm oh so sprung
They way you work that tongue, it just makes me cum
I told all my homies, all about
The way I bust big nuts, in your mouth
On the boulevard, we're riding oh so real
Not Skyline, I'm talking about Foothill
And when it ended, you know what happened
I'm so hard I just can't stop macking

I know I gotta stop sooner, but I'll stop later
They call me Short Dog, I'm nothing but a player
I know what she's thinking, "I'm falling in love"
But there's another freak I'm thinking of
She's got long long hair, she's not like you though
She'll do whatever I say, she'll even be my hoe
Cause I don't wanna get married, I'd rather freak Mary
Make good love and I do mean very
Wherever I go, it's the same old case
Same damn thing all over the place
(Nothing but bitches) Tight-ass jeans to pose in
I used to ride the strip trying to catch the hoes
They wasn't choosing, nope not these hoes
They wanted big time Vettes, riding brand new Vouges
So like I said before, I ain't tripping
Told myself it's time to stop bullshitting
Did the gangster walk, did it like this
Walked up to a girl and I called her a bitch
I said "My name is $hort, I don't play games
I only play young bitches, now what's your name?"
She said "I wouldn't tell you in all my life
You're just a little thug, you're not my type"
I said "I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk"
East Oaktown is where I'm from
You see wherever I go, it's the same old case
Same damn thing all over the place
(Nothing but bitches) Mad cause I told the truth
I'm calling you one and you can call me, too
Call me Too $hort, call me "Too Thin"
But you wouldn't get a dime out of this pimp
So just give it up baby and I'll run right through ya
Maybe just maybe I'll come back to ya
Like Too Clean, I'm riding Cadillac
I hit the strip, turn around, and come right back
See I'm a big mack, and every bitch in sight
Says "Is that Short Dog sitting at a red light?"

 

[fox69]

"Here We Go (J.D. Remix)"
(feat. Jay-Z, Jermaine Dupri)

"Here We Go (J.D. Remix)"
(feat. Jay-Z, Jermaine Dupri)



[Chorus (Jermaine Dupri):]
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

[Jay-Z:]
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look lifes a bitch, but im on her
I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga "Whateve for the cash, im with"
I dont have step, I leave it in youre averix
Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left
Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
Wether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all
Niggas aint ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up
Make a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what

[Too $hort:]
I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe come back
With my scratch, bitch I was born to mack
To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that
I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap
Only a few mc's get to hang that plaque
On the wall rappers ball, but they dont live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels
I roll right up in the hood I got tapes for sell
Bitches running in their house they cant wait to tell
Somebody, she got a new Too $hort tape
And hes spitting pimp game with his homeboy Jay

[Chorus]

[Too $hort:]
Now here they come again the gold diggas trying to get paid,
Wanna trick the old rich niggas, trying to get laid
She'll suck his dick, as soon as she meet him
Dont have to sell a body for me I dont need her
To turn tricks for me, how much you cost bitch?
Im all about large bank deposits
On and off the mic I always set trends
Either you see with bitches, or Im rolling with pimps
Brook-laan to Oakland, I keep smokin'
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I dont fuck with broke hoes and I dont trick
But I'll still rub my big ass dick on her clit
Get her hooked, wanna be mine I need some money
If she aint kicking in all the time she dont want me

[Jay-Z:]
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant fuck with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that
So real when we drop this shit its in trouble
When I guess the pair you gotta ship it double
In the independent phenom, y'all minature dons
Wannabe jigga, pops styles and hennessy richa'
When I die, leave my canopy richa'
I put it down hard ever since I entered the pit'cha
Can fuck with me for records to the recreational cent'a
I got it wrapped y'all from the grammys to the back park
Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all
Be the voice for the streets we supply for years
And go platinum on our most quiet years

[Chorus 3x]

 

[fox69]

"Hey"
(feat. Silk-E)

"Hey"
(feat. Silk-E)



[Intro:]
He, he he hey
He, he he hey
He, he he hey
He, he he hey

[Verse 1: Too Short]
If you ain't busy later on, I'm a play a new song
You could sing along, and if you say it's too long
I'm a put the tip in, it won't go too deep
I'm sure it's everything you always hoped it would be
Last year, the time wasn't right for us
But now, I can't fight the lust
I wanna be all alone with you
So we can do everything the song says to

[Verse 2: Silk-E]
Walk up and kiss my shoulder
Whisper something sweet in my ear
Tell me, boy, that I need to know
Promise I never bore ya
Got that special place for ya
Can you be the reason I grow

[Hook: Silk-E]
Cause I feel you tingling in my bones
Cause I love when your number go across my phone

[Verse 3: Too Short]
Take a little sip, have a little smoke
Listen to the music and take it real slow
Ain't no rush, we waited this long
For the moment, the right day to get it on
I see it in your eyes, you're surprised
Never would have thought I would be this size
I'm in between your thighs, now you realize
This is what we doing for the rest of our lives

[Verse 4: Silk-E]
Me and my dude used to fight about it
All night I knew something wasn't right about it
That's why you can't settle in with anybody
So now I'm cool
Didn't call, trying to keep a low on the drama
Unfinished business, so I know I'm glad I found ya
Plus I'm a big girl and I wanna show what I can do

[Hook: Silk-E]
Cause I feel you tingling in my bones
Cause I love when your number go across my phone

[Verse 5: Too Short]
What's up, baby? I wanna fuck with you
I wanna hold you close and touch you too
Back then, we ain't have much to do
But things change, and now we stuck like glue
Used to love him, now you don't trust that dude
You with me every day, so it must be true
It's the game, can't be real without it
If you choose it, tell me how you feel about it

[Outro: Silk-E]
On my way to the hideout
Won't you please hold me close
Take everything but my business just to fuck with you

 

[fox69]

"Hey, Let's Go"

"Hey, Let's Go"


[Intro: Too $hort (& Cutty)]
Nasty bee-yatch (let's go niggaz don't know what to deal a hoe)
You just a tramp hoe

[Chorus: Cutty Cartel]
No I don't like (?) by and no I don't eat caviar
But you might catch me exquisit at the bar
You're the finest that I seen thus far
So, won't you come on in, shorty you can bring your friend
Just let me finish all my troubles shot of here
We can leave now the sport begins, on you

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
It's time to fuck baby, jump in the truck baby
Cause I been wantin' to tear yo fine ass up lately
You like your dicks big, you like the way they taste
Don't shoot it let me take it out and cum on your face
I won't waste your time if you don't waste mine
Let's keep it funky and live, just like the bassline
My girl will lick your clit, the bitch is on this shit
Close your eyes you'll swear you're fuckin' in a porno flick
The way you want my dick, you got my thing hard
You got skills, you should win an ABN award
I got my playing card, it's the two of spades
Deuce is wild, check it out, and you was laid
Now we moanin' and groanin' screamin' and hollin'
All them super top notches, yeah, you'll see who they followin'
Big Dog will make you open your eyes wider
Cause this dick is like the big thick pipe piper

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
You're such a nasty girl, take them panties off
The way you do it is impossible, I can't get soft
You up your fuckin' like your pussy got a motor
Missionary, on top, from the back, roll you over
You just hupmin' and I keep pumpin'
Then I ride around my body cause my beat's bumpin'
Yeah I know you know, I'm a pimp hoe
And I heard all about you, little nymfo
Pussy like Niagara Falls, they say you love it all
So when I nut, suck my dick, bitch, and rub my balls
Cause I'm nasty too you'd better ask it's true
It's a one time shot, I'm just passin' through
Don't be shy, don't be stingy, don't be holdin' back
And don't get hooked on the dick, like you're smokin' crack
Just keep doin' what you doin', don't change a thing
And you'll see how much love this pimp game can bring

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Devin the Dude]
Ain't no sense in frontin' let's go, move something
You know I want some of that pussy girl, why you frontin'?
You can rub on my nuts, while your friends ain't watchin'
If you expect a check for some sex, it ain't happenin'
I'm the vagina finder, the cunt collecting king
I'm 'bout to get a platinum penis ring
Your second guess is bitches, and yes or no
You're down with shit, just move around let's go
Damn..you still here, ain't nobody lookin' for ya?
Do you have a home or an appartment or ya
Kinda stay here with the crew, knowin' the shit that we do
We just frant through, a couple of bitches just like you
Where ya girlfriends? Where ya car at? What's the damn deal?
Girl you got to leave here for real
I hope you wasn't plannin' to get your stack on
Get up bitch put your panties back on
It's over

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Hobo Hoeing"

"Hobo Hoeing"


[Too $hort:]
Daaaamn!
Can't believe these hoes out here givin away the pussy for the low-low
Shit! Bitches fuckin everythang, everybody, everyday
Damn girl! Better get you some management

All this time you been trickin for the low-low?
You coulda been gettin rich, you just don't know
Girl you worked all night for that chump change?
Let them ballers write you off as a fun thang?
Take my hand - I got a quick plan
I know you dream about marryin a rich man
See his wife in the Benz with the cute babies?
The hype'll make your friends and you crazy
Cause you know about his two ladies
But he ain't fuckin wit'chu baby
Come holla at your Uncle $hort
I'll have you playin these niggaz like a sport (HA HA!)

[Chorus:]
All this time you play around, you love to love me lay you down
If you'd like to suck a dick, I bet you'd like to fuck a trick
All you ladies in the place, I'd love to let you have a taste
I'll put my dick up in yo' face - why you hobo hoe?

[Too $hort:]
My name is Too $hort, I'm known for pimpin women
And last night, I did it again
New money, new bitches
Why they actin crazy, who is it?
I never heard of Too $hort - then you must be a square
Fuck around and get slapped when you fucks with a player
Real women get much respect
Golddiggers and groupies, don't fuck with it
I'd rather get a real hoe
Put the bitch to work and get some real dough
I don't wanna spend a night for cash
What'chu been doin all day wit your triflin ass? (Bitch!)

[Chorus]

[Too $hort:]
I made too many songs, to name the tracks
Not enough walls, to hang the plaques
Say hater, what you aimin at?
You ain't no G, you can't be claimin that
Your girl said she had to find a trick
Cause she don't like you, OR your tiny dick
I don't really care, what she's sayin
As long as this song, is what she's playin
I know she better slow that roll
I ain't said a word and yo' hoe just chose
You know I gotta take her from you
And after today, you couldn't make her want you (HA HA HA)

[Chorus]

[New Chorus:]
I just don't know what bitches see, why all these hoes want chicken feed
Ain't none of these hoes worth 50 cents, so break these ladies all you pimps
Never have this much fun anywhere, to go back home I just don't care
Me leave this game no I don't dare - why you hobo hoe?

[Too $hort:]
You fuckin with me, I'm fuckin wit'chu
You fuckin with me, I'm fuckin wit'chu
You fuckin with me, I'm fuckin wit'chu
You fuckin with me, bitch I'm fuckin wit'chu
You fuckin with me, I'm fuckin wit'chu
You fuckin with me, you know I'm fuckin wit'chu
You fuckin with me, I'm fuckin wit'chu
You fuckin with me, bitch I'm fuckin wit'chu too
Fo' sho'!!

 

[fox69]

"Hoes"

"Hoes"


You see some people like to play the dating game
Meet a new freak and ask "What's your name?"
Wine and dine and waste all that time
Spending money on a hoe cause you think she's fine
Holding hands at the movies, waiting much to fuck
Played like a sucker, you should know what's up
Getting dogged by a snotty, fake, broke-ass hoe
Listen to a real dog, cause I know
You get a pretty yellow bitch with that long-ass hair
Fine motherfucker trying to get with a player
Can't fuck worth shit, old stiff-ass bitch
Tried to get some head and she just kissed my dick
I need a bitch with a beeper, a full time tramp
She can't suck dick like she's licking a stamp
But she can lick it all around, or swallow it whole
Deep throat this big dick and act real bold
You go to sleep, she'll straight rob your ass
Cause hoes like to steal and take all your cash
And when hoes go to jail, pimps make bail
Take 'em to the stroll and let the pussy sell
Cause to a trick, they're just quick nuts
But to a grandmother, they're like big sluts
And if you're Short Dog, they look like bank rolls
If I ever go broke I'll just break hoes
Cause hoes were made to be broken
It happens every day in Oakland
I need a bitch, that's one thing I know
Put my money where my mouth is and just break that hoe
Two and fro, they like to run in pairs
Hit small towns and sell pussy everywhere
I ain't giving no bitches, no kind of slack
Cause Oakland California is where they made The Mack

Prostitution is the oldest profession
Kick back young partner, learn your lesson
Pimp till you die, as long as you know
Pimps ain't nothing but hoes
Getting paid, for everything you say
If a hoe wants to fuck you, she gots to pay
Keep the bitch broke and control the world
Cause when hoes get rich, they call 'em "call girls"
Now ain't nothing like a neighborhood trampy slut
Take a hoe to a spot and let her lick these nuts
Get a square bitch, you gotta lie to kick it
But with a nasty bitch, she'll just lick it and lick it
I had a square bitch, man, she looked way too cool
She said she loved me, but is that true?
She asked me could she be my lady
Wanted so much to have my baby
So what bitch? I popped your cherry
Hell fucking no, I don't wanna get married
Cause can't no bitch hound me
Talking that shit about a family
I wants no champagne, I drink gin and juice
Bring a bag of ice and watch a ho get loose
Spread the word, we're getting tossed tonight
And please don't trip on the cellulite
I got a fat bitch, sucking on my dick
Every day homie it's the same old shit
Don't look stupid, hoe, drop them goddamn drawers
Get your ass in the bed and let's fuck like dogs
On the very first night, we fucked
I got the pussy, I got sucked
I couldn't wait, she asked me why
I let the answer shoot straight in her eye, bitch

Hoes are like cum freaks, they suck you dry
The do what you say, and don't ask why
Who said that hoe ain't old enough?
If she could bleed, then she can fuck
Call me "Dirty Dog" but your cock stank
Motherfuckers think pimps ain't making bank
But the, pimp game just don't stop
You gotta be down to reach the top
I tell all my homies "Play these hoes"
Don't eat the pussy and play these hoes
Cause some of these hoes get tore up smoking
Bitches like that you find all through Oakland
Miniskirts and no panties on
When it's time to fuck, it don't take too long
And it's mandatory for hoes to simp
Catch other hoes and bring 'em to pimps
So take this game and keep it for life
Never make a hoe into a housewife
Just get a good bitch, a workaholic like Holly
Bitch so bold, she'll take a piss in the alley
And make big bank, it's the pussy is dope
They keep coming back until the tricks go broke
But if that hoe jumps off the track
Another young bitch will bring them tricks right back

 

[fox69]

"Hog Ridin'"
(feat. Richie Rich)

"Hog Ridin'"
(feat. Richie Rich)



[Intro]
Hog ridin [4X]
Yeah this how we do it on the West coast
Harley-Davidson baby! Everything chrome BEITCH
Hog ridin

[Too $hort]
On my hog, I keep it at a hundred plus
On the freeway, you don't wanna run with us
Cause we racin, we bettin big stacks
You get left back, ain't no way to catch that
so fuck it! You cain't ride like the hog does
Think you a rough rider but you ain't hard enough
You ever seen my cousin sideways
burnin rubber on the highways?
Now watch me; I'm 'bout to swang my shit
Just like Ike - just like my nigga Richie Rich
That's how these West coast G's be
We showin off on HDTV
I know you wish you could be me
cause when I ride my hog the girls get freaky
They hear us comin from a mile away
We hella clean; we ridin in style today
It's all custom - down to the wheels and tires
You can see the smoke, but you don't see the fire
I never would stop burnin rubber son
We tear 'em up - and then we build another one
Yeah I got my bitch on the back
But I ride so fast, I split from the pack
You tryin to keep up, but you won't man!
You fuckin with a daredevil stuntman
With my front wheel straight in the air
I do this shit for real, I ain't fakin it player
My niggaz ride these bikes; you say you do too?
You just might be right, so go ahead and prove it
Pop that clutch - do some shit
Stop squeezin it, makin noise, you stupid bitch!
You revvin up yo' engine like you playin with toys
'round here, we'll fuck you up boy!

[Chorus]
Hog ridin [4X]

[Too $hort (Richie Rich)]
Ay whassup Richie Rich?
(Gon' pull that Glade out)
(and wipe some of that dust off that thang)
Like that mayne? (I try to tell these niggaz, heheh)

[Richie Rich]
Niggaz be wolfin that bullshit, we don't give a fuck about none of that
And if you ain't QB'n my nigga then you must be a running back
Yard for yard, pound for pound, so sideways when I'm in The Town
Throttle up, hold it down, last real muh'fucker like me around
Talkin to the cherry and I'm lettin her know
When I'm hittin 88 bitch I'm lettin it go
First to the right, then back to the left
Move shit to the right and then back to the left
Second gear, slidin right
Now who wanna fuck with Dub tonight?
All my niggaz they down with the club shit
And we don't give a fuck what you got in that bike
I'm a rider, from The Town
Bring the pink slip if you wanna get down
No salvage tires, the way I ball
You built that bike? Boy you ain't Paul
Sr., or Jr., you're just another sucker
Your bitch bought you that bike and you think you're the motherfucker
Naw! It's pimpin, bitches know my steelo
No back rest, no quick releasin, we still gon' do a C-note
I tap that leg she tighten up, and watch that E run past it
And when we take this exit bitch yeah we gon' drift like nasty
Ooooh! I think I'm talking too much
These niggaz say my bikes are dogs, just cause I walk it too much
It's Rich Rich'n, and now I must get out that ass
Get yo' bitch ass off the brake nigga and hit that gas

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Now you see it, that's how you do it!
West coast baby, California in the house
Harley-Davidson riders {HOG RIDIN}

 

[fox69]

"Hoochie"
(feat. D'Wayne Wiggins)

"Hoochie"
(feat. D'Wayne Wiggins)



Yeah, you know, it's like, ehm - I rap
I got two platinum albums
I do a lotta concerts all over the place
I seen the groupies
They do whatever you say
When you want it, how you want it, and where you want it
But I ain't trippin
Cause these are the '90s
So when a freak say to me she loves me
I just say somethin like this

I say baby, why you wanna do all that?
Sleep with a brother just because I rap
You keep lookin in my eyes, and you just won't stop
All damn night you been on my jock
But I'm no fool
Cause you're sprung on my house and my swimming pool
Call me a dog, I got several freaks
When I do my shows I can't get no sleep
Cause you keep knockin at my hotel door
I was there to sleep, and can't get no more
Sleep, so why you wanna wake me up?
When I told you once I don't wanna fuck
So get on, girl, won't you mind your own
I'm tryin to sleep, so just leave me alone
Next time I see you, I do my duty
But tonight, I got another hoochie

Hoochie, tryin to be bourgie
But you're nothin but a groupie
Riding on my snoopy

I'm Short Dog, I wanna take you backstage
And you can read it like it's on the front page
You wanna do somebody right
For those who ain't famous - not tonight
You do the NBA and the NFL
Rappers and singers as well
Keyboard players and the drummer
It's like track and field with just runners
So let me get on the phone and call all my friends
Ain't a damn thing changed but the paint on our Benz
Get somethin that you can't get from good girls
Care less about a weave or a jherri curl
Cause I know something you don't know
Ain't nothin like these groupie hoes
And since Tony Toni Ton