Too Short

[fox69]

"I Wanna Pimp You Hoe"

"I Wanna Pimp You Hoe"


[Too $hort]
I wanna pimp you hoe (pimp you hoe)
I'm the only pimp you know (that pimp you know)
Make that money when you go (make that money hoe)
I just wanna spend yo' dough (spend yo' dough)
Give a pimp what I need (what I need)
'Kay, while I puff my weed (while I puff my weed)
Buy you all the stuff I see (all that stuff I see)
You wanna get fucked by me.. by me..

I know you think I'm crazy, based on how retarded I get
All these pimps on the mic, bitch I started that shit
When Snoop was in elementary, I rapped on hella pimp beats
Keep the rhymes in a big-ass box, that's never empty
In 1981 I said, "Bitch suck my dick!"
And Freddie B, had the tooth fairy turnin tricks
Befo' Eazy-E, Ice Cube, N.W.A.
I was spittin pimp rhymes, way up in the bay
I grew up in L.A., back in the day mayne
I moved to Oakland, and soaked up that bay game
Mo' bounce to the ounce, we was bumpin Spoonie Gee
Or Grandmaster Flash, Sugarhill to me
In 1982 we had fun in the streets
All they played was Too $hort, and Run-D.M.C. nigga
And I was rappin X-rated back then
I was just a lil' kid, but a real mack pimp

Now all these niggaz, pimpin, without no hoes
All these niggaz, rappin and can't rock no shows
And the rest of y'all frontin, in your videos
Gettin it, actin like some silly hoes
You ain't pimpin mayne! You don't talk like we talk
You like a wannabe gangbanger tryin to C-walk
You ain't a crip motherfucker, and you ain't a B-dawg
You actin way too phony, and now you pissin me off
Fake gangster who you killed? Fake pimp what you sayin?
Yo' album sound fake, and you're fuckin up the game
You make a lot of rap fans, hate this shit
$hort Dawg got a new one? I can't wait to get it
It's called "Up All Nite," with Lil Jon and Jazze Pha
And if you ain't heard yet, you know I have to say that
Bitches jammin, I know you want it now
$hort Dawg got the hottest shit comin out

You know I have to say that
Bitches jammin'

 

[fox69]

"I Want That"

"I Want That"


[Intro]
It's nothin baby
You can have that shit
If that's what you want
All you gotta do is put your hustle down girl
Choose on some real pimpin you know?
You can have that shit if you want it baby
It's nothin

If you want it, then it's yours
Straight to the top with pimpin $hort
Cause I'm so cold when I'm on these whores
If I kick her in the ass then it's gon' be sore
But if she listens, we get paid
I get the money, and she gets laid
Punk bitches talkin 'bout ain't no way
But we look good bitch, every day
And you keep talkin 'bout life is hard
Never had money or a fly ass car
On the low, she's a three-oh-fo'
Waitin on tables but she should be a hoe
Cause every night she fucks big ballers for free
If she tryin to come up, she should be callin me
Make some money, dip to the mall with me
And buy some new shit so they all can see

[Chorus]
You can have that, if you want that
If you want that, you can have that
You can have that, if you want that
If you want that, you can have that
Do you want it baby? Do you want it baby?
(I want that, I want that)
You gotta make, that, cash, that's it
Anything you want you can have that shit - bitch!

It's no fun when you're broke and lonely
You cain't even smoke no weed
You cain't go out to eat
You havin dinner at the house - without me
I cain't kick it like that
Where the steak and the chicken at?
Ain't nuttin worse than a broke-ass bitch
You ain't nuttin but a joke, that's it
If you wanna be bigger, and have more
You've gotta choose on a nigga like $hort
You gotta get out that car, and jump in mine
He said "I don't do no pimpin" that punk is lyin!
I'ma send you to the front of the line
if you gimme somethin cool and you wanna be mine
Square bitches write checks and charge it
But I only take cash and all you get is hard dick

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Get your money
You in the mix with Too $hort
We're still blowin
Still smokin that good shit

 

[fox69]

"I Want To Be Free (That's The Truth)"

"I Want To Be Free (That's The Truth)"


You think Oakland California is a city of punks
It only takes a second, to pop the trunk
And just like that you know it's real
You're in the right damn town to get killed
It's all about the game, and nothin else
You come out here, you better watch yourself
Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers, and end up dead
You catch a body full of bullets, and get blasted
Tryin to be a gangsta but you just ain't lastin
This little town is gettin wild as hell
Check the penetentiaries and all the jails
If they could lock us all up that would be just fine
Got my partners from Oakland doin serious time
You can't argue with the truth it's hard to be black
But it's a mindgame, and you gotta deal with that
I wake up everyday and I just can't wait
To make mo money, cause back in the days
When I rapped, I did the same damn thing I do now
Grab the microphone, and show you how
But I was broke, the only thing I had was game
I started makin money and knew things would change
Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put the handcuffs on backseat I'm in it
Illegal search for about thirty minutes
Askin me, where's the dope
Where's my gun, but I don't know
I said I'm rappin, they laugh like I told a joke
And to this day they think I'm sellin coke

I want to be free! (and that's the truth) Ohhh yeahhh
I want to be free! Ohhh yeahhh

I be in Oakland California every day of my life
Bass so hard you think I'm smokin a pipe
And if I don't smoke it, I gots to grind
Searched all my stuff, and all you find
Is a pocket full of money count seven G's
Now you wanna think I'm sellin keys
Cause I'm a black man, but I run my own business
So why the police wanna send me to prison
They see a brother makin major cash
They knock a patch out his black ass
And that's the truth, you can't argue you at all
Tryin to give you ten years for a phone call
Ain't even trippin on the dank smoke
Cause all they wanna find, is guns and coke
In court all the time tryin to fight it
We get rich, we get indeibted
So what's the problem Officer this time?
Is havin big money bein black a crime?
Or did you take me to jail, to teach me a lesson
Charge me with somethin, or just ask questions
About the brothers I hang around
What's really goin on in the Oakland town
Tell me who went broke, and who got rich
But Too $hort baby just ain't no snitch
You say you're just doin your job
But you're gettin on my nerves, just like Bob
Everytime I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin brothers what to do
You lock me up cause I don't know how to act
But I'm down for mine so I be talkin back
And when I do, you treat me bad as hell
I'm sick of spendin nights in jail

I want to be free! (and that's the truth) Ohhh yeahhh
I want to be free! Ohhh yeahhh

Got out of jail about fo'-fifteen
Walkin down the street like a broke dopefiend
Had a pocket full of money tryin to play the role
Benz got towed and I was hella cold
But I ain't trippin, I'm gettin used to it now
Handcuffed your boy took me straight downtown
For three warrants, had to catch me sooner or later
Cause the five-oh's always tryin to jack a playa
For no reason, wasn't doin nothin wrong
You think I'm lyin, singin that same ol song
Well I'm a black man, ridin in a Benz
How in the hell did I make these ends? Here we go
I pull over to the right
Stop the engine keep my hands in sight
I start cursin, cause it don't make sense
Why would I run and try to jump a fence
If I was plannin, a smooth getaway
I never woulda stopped in the first place
You'd be high speed chasin me but this time you ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue, I won't get nothin back
But I ain't mad... I'm just black...

I want to be free! Ohhh yeahhh
I want to be free! Ohhh yeahhh
I want to be free! Ohhh yeahhh
I want to be free! Ohhh yeahhh

 

[fox69]

"I Want Your Girl"
(feat. E-40, Dolla Will, Mistah F.A.B.)

"I Want Your Girl"
(feat. E-40, Dolla Will, Mistah F.A.B.)



[Chorus: Too $hort]
I want yo' girl, she's so damn fine
She's sexier and looks way better than mine
I want yo' girl, she wants me too
And if you don't, let her go, I'll take her from you

[Too $hort]
Watchin that ass made me lose my breath
She can leave with me, go cruise in my whip
Take her clothes off and do her like hell
If I don't take your girl, who would I get?
Nutted in her mouth and it looked like Crest
I said here, brush your teeth with this
And now she's soakin wet, what's next?
Me and yo' girl havin sex
I told her she could get it
She told me she was wit it
She know I want to hit it
Come back braggin, tell the homies I did it
I wish I could
Bang in the pussy like it's my hood
I'm strapped for the driveby
Turn her out with this "Up All Nite" life

[Chorus]

[E-40]
The grind is a terrible thang to waste
Try not to catch me a case, quarters dimes nickels and eighths
Parked in my lark at 3 A.M. in the dark
Gettin my dick sucked, but here come the NARC
Ooooh, tellin me to depart
Went to school with the nigga, the nigga used to be a mark
See me on the Lowenhart's skippin and skatin
Burnin Pirelli meat, gassin and brakin
Strikin through the trap with my beanie cap
With a throwaway 9 and some D in the back
E'ryday livin livin life as a savage
Fistfights and gun battles cause it come with the package
Well above average, mack game impeccable
Don't blame me if ya broad wanna get sexual
She got her legs on a player shoulder
Back bent like she doin yoga

[Chorus - minus half of first line]

[Dolla Will]
Dolla - she ain't never seen a hustler like this
15 karats on the right wrist
And ain't no tellin what's on the other hand
I'm like T.I., I keep a "Rubberband"
I'm eatin, them niggaz is fastin
I fuck off a rack on a pair of Fendi glasses
It ain't nuttin cause I'm Dolla Will
I keep a bitch lookin like she from Brazil
Some niggaz try but it's in me
If that's the kush she slip then I'ma knock {?}
I'm in the club, found one that's friendly
She say she with her man but tryin to come with me

[Chorus]

[Mr. F.A.B.]
BEEP BEEP~! IT'S MEEE
The yellow bus rider, Mr. F.A.B.
I'm the, dumbest of dummies that do it but with thizz
Let me borrow your broad, let me borrow your bitch
Give it here, pimpin I'll give her back
Leave her used, bruised, confused front to the back
"Beat It" like Mike Jack, I bet you won't like that
She lead them right back, man where yo' wife at?
Uhh, I like the way that she lookin
I don't care if she stolen wifed or tooken
I ain't trippin, I'ma take her down
Got the game from my dad and Gangsta Brown
I mean, I thought, I'm still thinkin
Hop in my scraper, what you smoke what you drinkin?
Do me cause I'ma sho' do you
What it dookie, yadda daa boo boo

[Outro: Too $hort]
I want yo' girl, she's so damn fine
She's sexier and looks way better than mine

 

[fox69]

"I'm A Pimp"
(feat. Earl Hayes)

"I'm A Pimp"
(feat. Earl Hayes)



[Too $hort]
2010!
Short Dawg in the house
My nigga Hayes in the motherfuckin house

[Chorus: Hayes]
Cause she don't call by 12 then she don't get to go
It's my little secret she don't get to know
Got a bitch on the side but she gon' get to go
To my right is my wife to my left is my hoe
I'm a pimp

[Hayes]
And I'm slow to stank
The only alternative to that kilo cake
Give you the same rush as when you slangin bricks
When the feds come to town I rely on my bitch
There I is, runnin with my backup plan
My momma said you need somethin to fall back on man
And since I ain't got no GD or college grants
I talk a chick into sellin pussy right out her pants
By choice, I place it in 'em
Like puttin directions in your navi system
Like teachin white chicks great dancin rhythm
I'm evolvin the game and enhancin pimpin
Here I go - runnin plays like a coach
10 G's a night like winnin the Superbowl
5 G's a night like winnin the playoffs
There's no need for practice so it's no days off

[Chorus]

[repeat Chorus first four lines with Too $hort instead]

[Too $hort]
I always maintain multiple relationships
What I say to a bitch I have her makin chips
I don't prostitute, every woman in my life
Got hoes, a daughter, a momma and a wife
Like my nigga Hayes, I know how to send 'em
If you check my DNA you'll find a lot of pimpin
I don't stop winnin, I keep hot women
But the prettiest hoes, sometimes it's not in 'em
Everything I want I'm gettin it
And if my hoes can't get it, my bitch is rich
I got habits, man my life is lavish
I'm hooked on money, I'm a God damn savage
Call me daddy, no I don't drive a Caddy
I keep it parked in my garage and push the S-550
I'm the Too S-H, O-R-T
You lil' BITCH! You ain't as hard as me

[Chorus]

[Hayes]
It's no accident
I'm puttin on the risk where the cash is spent
From sittin on the black with the glass is tint
Feet raised, I live the life you imaginin
on the ground, then we above the sky
In our PJ's feelin like a private eye
Codename: Magnum, yeah I'm the guy
that'll have your girlfriend tellin you a lie
And I'm sorry, I don't mean to do it
My prominent specialist says I've seen her do it
And I'm so on the scene and my steam is the newer
Yeah I'm the shit and that attracts your bitch
She can feel it - and I have the fire
I adjust the levels while equalizer
She know whatever she want we can go buy it
Any experiments and we can go try it
Horseback and the skydivin
Menage-a-trois and jet-ski ridin
Or just chillin while they at my old iceland
That's my wife but I feel that

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
Shout out to all the real pimps
Where you at mayne?
Yeah, we still blowin
Where the weed smokers at?
You in the mix bitch
Too $hort
Gotta send a special shoutout to all the real hookers
Get your money bitch! [echoes]

 

[fox69]

"I'm A Pimp"
(feat. 50 Cent, U.G.K.)

"I'm A Pimp"
(feat. 50 Cent, U.G.K.)



[50 Cent]
Nigga I need money to maintain, hustlin ain't a game
Nigga that go 'gainst the grain, gon' get to' out the frame
TV's in the Range, I'm into nice thangs
I slang weed, cocaine and hero-ayn
50 Cent that's my name, nigga I bring the pain
You thought, shit stay the same nigga shit gon' change
Put a bullet in your brain, nigga at close range
Run up with your Roley your rings and your motherfuckin chain
Haters, you funny mayne, I'm 'bout my money mayne
Bitch get down on that track and get my money I ain't playin
Better understand what I'm sayin when I'm sayin I ain't playin
I'll be in front of yo' crib layin with the mac to start sprayin
Any nigga that's in the game for the fame gotta be a lame
Crackers'll put you in chains, boxes to drive you insane
Sun cain't shine all the time man it's gotta rain
Now hoe go sell, you better crack the whip mayne

[Bun B]
Well a pimp is a pimp and Bun is comin to get'cha
And if 6 is 9 then I'm 30 thousand dollars richer
Hit your bitch when she ain't wit'cha, Pryor pussy like Richard
Wide open make her forget ya then nut on your picture
Lit your world up like the 4th of July, nobody knew why
Not too fly maybe fo' fly, servin dick to make your hoe cry
My nigga you know I chew ya like a barracuda
Who and what you thought you could do to non-hesitatin game shooters
Blew your spot up, when I left nobody got up
If they did they got shot up left for dead in the parking lot, what?
Nigga you got nuts, put your money where yo' mouth is
I doubt this motherfucker even know what the South is
All about, startin the clock, ring the bell or somethin
Cause they stuntin, steady frontin, not cuttin, talkin 'bout nuttin
Now what in the fuck, made them push the button of a mack
Now I'm set to attack, crackin yo' back, just call me Jack cause I'ma rip

[Chorus]
When money is no object ("I'm a pimp")
When money is no object ("I'm a pimp")
When money .. when money
When money is no object what you thank, it's a game?
Bitch you will discover ("I'm a pimp")
Bitch you will discover ("I'm a pimp")
Bitch you will dis.. pimpin, bitch you will dis.. pimpin
Bitch you will discover I'm a pimp and not a lover

[50 Cent]
Aiyyo the bitch used to bring me dough, used to be yo' bottom hoe
Now yo' paper comin slow, she feel like she had to go
Roll with them rich niggaz and ball with them ballers
Politic with them Willies, the real shot callers

[Too $hort]
Yeah 50, yeah I took his hoe
Now he comin 'round here, what he lookin fo'?
He'll never get her back, she chose another mack
His other hoes are whack and that's nothin but a fact
I'm a pimp, I don't love 'em like that
If I ever lose a hoe I get another right back
I'm Too $hort, a real player and a pimp
I ain't seen you in a while, Pimp C tell 'em where you been

[Pimp C]
Been around the world, y'all niggaz ain't seen all the shit I seen
Yeah I'm good, sittin in the S covered 16
I'm comin through a couple bars {?} lean
600 Benz S Class, know what the fuck I mean?
A pimper, I stay in shrimp-ah, like Jack Tripper
A candy sweet dipper, playin with cock and suckin on nipples
Every day my game get thicker, gettin good head from champagne sippers
Rapper to bird flipper, man a motherfuckin ripper

[Too $hort]
It's called gangsters to strippers
Murder Mob and the Pack bumpin loud on the speakers
From the A to the Bay, Newport to new graves
I'm breakin these hoes on Too $hort's mixtape
And this ain't even the album
It's just a mixtape, it ain't even out yet
So close your mouth bitch, turn it up loud it hits
Jazze Pha and Lil Jon I told you all about the shit

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I'm A Player"

"I'm A Player"


I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen,
I ain't with no marriage and a weddin' ring,
I be a player fo' life so where's my wife,
Prob'ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe,
'cause she must be smokin' and I'm not jokin'
Too Short baby comin' straight from Oakland,
Got way mo' bitches than I ever need,
I put that on a big fat bag of weed,
'cause I can give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint,
Bitches ain' shit and now I made my point,
So you can light that weed,
While I spit this rap,
And tell you 'bout a player from way back,
I was only fourteen when I first got my dick sucked,
Now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts,
Gittin' freaky in the right situations,
You wanna rap well that's a nice occupation,
To git pussy when you want 'n how you want it foo'
'cause I was fuckin' ugly hoes back in high schoo'
I used to fuck young-ass hoes,
Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes,
Now I fuck top notch bitches,
Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches,
'bout a pimp named Shorty from the Oakland set,
Been mackin' fo' years 'n ain't fell of yet,
So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy,
Throw a peace sign and say hey pimp daddy!
'cause I never would fron' on my folks,
I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes,
Bitches come a dime a dozen,
So don't get mad when I fuck your cousin,
Your two sisters, I even fuck your ex-bitch,
Short Dog in the house with some player shit...

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

All the fake players peep game from the real,
Player hatin' lover tell me how do ya feel,
When you front to the homies how you grind 'em,
Look fo' a tramp, but you can't find 'em,
You got one girlfriend you see her every night,
Comin' around the partners, lyin' about your life,
Looked at your watch it said six twenty-two,
Cut to the house and said baby I love you,
Can't act like a mack like playboy Sho'
An' the rest of the macks in the streets of the O bitch!
Comin' up we learn how to freak these hoes,
And when your through gittin' yours then you shake these hoes,
And when your older, it's nothin' but a routine,
Makin' G's everyday workin' blue jeans,
I know I seen it before,
I see it again,
Young tender saying Short would you be my man...

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

Yeeeah there's alot of fake players out there
talkin' bad about Ant Banks, you know what I'm sayin'
But hey ain' trippin up
Short Dog, what you do about them player haters

Try 'n stay away from Kriss Kross imitators,
Put ya in a cross 'cause they really jus' haters,
I thought you knew, Short Dog is a player,
Born to mack, 'n got bitches everywhere,
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars,
Screenin' these hoes like movie stars,
Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat,
I was born to mack,
I'm hookin' hoes like crack, I be a monkey on your back bitch,
Until you kick that Short Dog habit got you on my dick,
And even though I can't fuck you every day,
That's 'cause I got another bitch aroun' the way,
We can all get together on a late night,
Cut to the house hook somethin' up real tight,
I really don't care,
Cause I'm a player...

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

 

[fox69]

"I'm A Stop"
(feat. 50 Cent, Devin The Dude & Twista)

"I'm A Stop"
(feat. 50 Cent, Devin The Dude & Twista)



[Hook: Devin The Dude]
I'm a stop putting my thing up in ya bitch if ya don't stop calling me
Every hour on the hour, motherfucker can't ya tell ya bother me
I'm smoking, drinking, making ma pussy, not necessarily yours
So just leave me alone for a minute, I finna fuck with a few of these hores

[Verse 1: Too Short]
I met this bitch, her name was Lucy
She's a Twitter stalking, Facebook groupie
She loves dogs so I nicknamed her Poop
One day she wants me and the next day it's Snoop
She keeps posting pics
Cause Lucy, she love to stroke them dicks
She got that "feel good" energy
And a whole lot of nasty memories
I never should have did, what I did with the bitch
Cause now, I can't get rid of the bitch
She's throwing up my phone sending texts and e-mails
All about her dreams of having sex with females
Come swapping in a threesome?
But that ain't what I want, that's what she wants
I keep telling her to leave me alone
Bitch won't stop calling ma phone, bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I should have never fucked that freaky bitch
Now I be on some geeky shit
She keep calling, and calling
Man that bitch is a stalker
First I want my ass licked, then I need my toes licked
Soon as the bitch think she done she done I come up with some more shit
I can't have a square bitch
No I need a rare bitch
No gag reflex, no ring, no marriage
I'm super, yeah I'm Superman, see me I need a Supergirl
Go super low and give a nigga some super felatio
And if I'm soft it's her fault
It's her job to get me hard
My dicks the bishop, it help a bitch find God
Church, Keep it rainin' on my hoes
And tailor shit on my back everywhere I go
That paper keep it flowing in
There she go again
Look bitch, you working my last nerves
I have to go to therapy, I can not longer fuck with you
What you and I had was a flash, shawty I've had enough of you

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Twista]
When you looking at her body you gon wanna up get with her because the bitch a banger
Big swag, a social life, easily clickin' with strangers
Never really know her when you get to meet her cause she was so thick and you thinking she was the bomb first
Ask what she do, she say she do promo for concerts
But she don't wanna listen, gotta be at every party I'm at
Running and rubbing yo buddy all on the rack, why you all over a motherfucker like that?
All these flaws make a nigga pause quicker words
Got the draws but now I'm feeling like I'm fucking with two other words
For the earch, got a [?] but I can't get out, so shoot me
Now the bitch all on the internet stalking me, that's what I get for fucking with a groupie
All I could do is smoke a Lucy
[?] bitch, how does she know?
But all I know:
Betta be the binnest if you fucking with her, cause she could be a ho
Nah, let me put it in retrospect
Reminiscin' with shocka, go back up time and intercept yo sex
Now what you all in the my window with my two do' fo'?
Mama you get on my nerves, I thought you know I ain't fucking you no' mo'

[Hook]

[Bridge: Devin The Dude]
I know you miss this dick
I know you really miss it miss
You wanna hug it, wanna rub it, wanna kiss it
I know you miss this dick
I know you really miss it miss
You wanna hug it, wanna rub it, wanna kiss it
I know you miss this dick
I know you really miss it miss
You wanna hug it, wanna rub it, wanna kiss it

 

[fox69]

"I'm Gone"

"I'm Gone"


[Intro]
This ain't nuttin new
I've been doin this shit bitch
I've been in the same frame of mind since I was 9
Motherfucker

[Too $hort]
You already know, I'm crazy bitch
I put my foot in the ass of a lazy bitch
Fuck with me you better make somethin
Cause I'll never see a hoe and don't take nothin
I was raised to break 'em
You got a purse full of hundreds? I'ma take 'em
Square bitches always fall in love
I call 'em bitch hoe tramp slut all the above
And when I turn 'em out, and send 'em to work
It feels good, knowin I'm pimpin 'em first
I wear a mack hat, real fly with a tilt
When I was 7, girls used to buy me milk
In middle school, I used to get it fool
Lunch money, and they let me hit it too
Cause all I ever wanted was a Cadillac
And some hoes that'll call me Daddy Mack

[Chorus: repeat 8X]
Bitch I'm gone! (Is you gone?)
Bitch I've been gone! (Is you gone?)

[Too $hort]
I never had only one girl
If I wanted I could have any woman in the world
You cain't save me from the game
I'm in it for the money, fuck the game
But everybody seems to know my name
And these hoes, know I ain't playin
Bitch I'm gone, and I ain't never comin back
Yeah I'm both - I'm a player and a mack
You ain't stupid! You know the business
You under new management and gotta go get it
Next time I see you have a stack of Ben Franks
Give it all to me, and tell a pimp thanks
Stuff it in the matress, we don't put it in the bank
Hundred thousand dollar car, puttin gas in the tank
Use my phone, tell your man you chose
Fuck all that old shit and get some brand new clothes

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
You wanna go with me straight to the top?
You gotta check yes or no in the box
I was tellin hoes that shit in '76
All them dreams I used to have I knew I'd better get rich
I wanted all the bad bitches, and all the cars
Drop my top at night and see all the stars
I used to walk down the street daydreamin
And now it came true, these bitches stay creamin
And I still don't give no bitches no slack
Get involved with me, fo' sho' bitch you know that
I don't hold back, I put it out there
Do everything I say and don't doubt a player
Cause if you do - I ain't fuckin wit'chu
I'm through, I don't want nuttin from you
Just listen to the song
While I put the pedal to the metal, bitch I'm gone

[Outro]
Too $hort mixtape
Still blowin baby
Album comin soon
You know you want that shit
I know you want it bitch!

 

[fox69]

"I'm Pimpin'"

"I'm Pimpin'"


[sample in background:] "Sir Too $hort"

[Too $hort]
Ay... bitch! ...

My ho got the money for me
I told her meet me at the spot, cause I wanted to see
How much she got from the tricks today
It's a normal thing for me to get paid
And my hookers don't stand at the intersection
Them tricks go surfin on the internet
And then I count it that night, or maybe in the mornin
I'm just another pimp from California
Oakland, up in the bay
We break new hoes in every day
How many hoes you got, don't ask tonight
Cause these hoes get turned out faster than lights
I've been countin G's for days
Who cares if she leaves or stays
I get somethin for nothin, cause you wanna touch her
Hug her and love her, I get paid and say fuck her

[Chorus]
Cause if I cain't get mine
You ain't gettin shit you better wait in line
If I cain't get mine
You ain't gettin shit you better wait in line
Cause I'm pimpin, pimpin, pimpin, pimpin
I'm pimpin, pimpin, pimpin, I'm pimpin baby!

[Too $hort]
I got 16 prostitutes
When it's time, I do what I gots to do
I'm on the grind, for every nickel and dime
I let a bitch get mine, and then I spit these rhymes
No it's not a freestyle, it's me
I just wanna be wild and see
How the hoes start choosin when the pimps walk in
Shut your mouth up when a pimp's talk-in
Beeatch, I know you heard
I got the whole world sayin my favorite word
I got your ex-girl layin in my bed, she's work
Seen her at the club and she had to flirt
I smoke the pert, I light it up
Yeah I'm a pimp but I like to fuck
Sexy lil' long-haired women
But I still let 'em know that I'm pimpin

[Chorus]

"I'ma see if I can go catch me, a nice pretty young bitch"
[phone rings] "Hold on, let me see what bitch that is"
"Okay this the bitch here right now, y'knahmsayin?"
"Hey bitch, what's happenin? I already know what you fin' to say bitch"
"Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, only thang you do bitch, is just go to work
handle my business, get my money, don't give me no problems, everythang gon' be alright"