Too Short

[fox69]

"It's A Cold Day (The Funk Wit U Nix)"
(feat. George Clinton)

"It's A Cold Day (The Funk Wit U Nix)"
(feat. George Clinton)



[Chorus 1 - George Clinton:]
And it's a cold cold cold cold day
for a player
dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit

[Too $hort:]
I got too many girlfriends what am I gonna do?
Play em tell the world ends and always keep a few
When it comes to women I did everything I thought of
Players like me, we never get caught
Who's the next on the list? It's a daily routine dog
She give me short, then she'd take my jeans off at
first she wasn't messing with me told me to lick it
but now she's always sweating me. When we gonna kick it?
Spend some time wit her, I need to come through and hit it
Any time I feel like I want it, I can get it
I'll be here for you, you never wonder were I'm at
So when I come through put the spare key under the mat
when I come in, there ain't no holding back
Just feel what I am doing and roll with that
and even though I admit I can't commit this time
it's cause I got my heart broke at the age of nine
I've been hard core every since I sucked up the game from pimps
You never hear me rap about the same bitch
I never turned a hoe into a housewife
Short dog East Oakland in the house right

[Chorus 2:]
I'm ready to ride, ready to ride, ready to ride
I'm the mothership wish it comes
I'm ready to ride, ready to ride, ready to ride
I'm the mothership wish it comes

[Chorus 1]

[Too $hort:]
I thought we was cool like that, why you go behind my back?
Trying to cross me in the game when you know I'm a mack
Can't do that, you all up in my mix
Get the phone book callin all my bitches
You know I don't really care if you interfere
cause I don't think you know about these real players
If you need a lesson, you better listen up
cause I don't think you ready for this pimpin stuff
I'm Too Short baby on the microphone
Since you got no game, I gotta write these songs
To wake you up and get you motivated
I'm about to flip the script and I know your gonna hate it
You can't infatuate my game no more, it's fool proof
So when you try to cross me up, I pull through
like a solider, cause we fighting a war
Haters against Players, who you fighting for?
You all in my business trying to make it theirs
I need to hit you in your face tell you 'mind your own affairs'
I'm Sir Too Short, and I'm knowing just how to be a player bitch

[Chorus 2]

[Chorus 1]

[Too $hort:]
BIOTCH [echoes]
Now if your trying to be a player, do your thing
But if you wanna be in love, it's cool mang
Don't try to be a player when you see that you can't
let your peers pressuring you into being what you ain't
It's hard to be real in this fake world
Would you result to violence if I take your girl?
Or would you realize she likes me more then you
Our relationship is starting and yours is through
Are you riding on the bench. Who you starting for?
Do you have another girl or is your heart broke?
Do you know how to be a player?
Is what they say about me
I'm straight down with the after party, late night freaks.

[Belita Woods:]
She's just a pretty face, and she doesn't even use her own name
She stole it from a magazine
She's just a pretty face
and the words she say ain't coming from her mouth
She stole the can and loves the pot
She's just another pretty face

[George Clinton:]
Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohhhh
five o'clock I make a run

[Chorus 1]

 

[fox69]

"It's About That Money"
(feat. Puff Daddy)

"It's About That Money"
(feat. Puff Daddy)



[Puffy:]
Yo Short man
I was with this chick last night
She was like, hey Diddy, ummm Diddy
Why you so motherfuckin' fly
I had to tell her bitch I'm just about that paper beotch

[Female Singer (Puffy)]
It's about that paper
(Make it hot)
If it's about that bullshit
(Make it stop)
If you got that paper we can roll
No time for hataz , gotta go

[Too Short:]
I flew to L.A. just last week
Jumped in the limo, checked in the suite
Made a few calls, it's time to go
Bust a few rhymes at the studio
You know I don't do it for the love of it
I love it but I do it for the love I get
Big checks, you think the sex is next
When I left the studio
I had to go do a show for the ten with the triple zeros
That's why I never flipped with kilos
Flew up to the bay, then back to Georgia
Had to catch a flight to Tallahassee, Florida
I did a show at the Kapa luau
Short dog what'cha about to do now?
I'm getting money, caught a flight to New York
Just another day in the life of Too Short

[Chorus:]
[Female Singer (Puffy)]
It's about that paper
(Make it hot)
If it's about that bullshit
(Make it stop)
If you got that paper we can roll
No time for hataz , gotta go
It's about that money
(Make it hot)
Got to keep it coming
(Make it stop)
Niggaz hate us all day long
(We can roll)
Cause we get our paper all night long
(Gotta go)

[Puffy:]
Everything I do is a world premiere
I know you're not trying to front girl come here
I get up early in the morning work late at night
So when you talk about me you say it right
I get my pimp on whenever I get on
Pop, Rock, Rap, R&B it's a hit song
I keep it moving no matter what your age
Bitches screaming out "Puff Daddy's on stage"
Breaking necks, cashing checks
When I'm not making money I'm having sex
International, superstar
People wanna know just who you are
I'm that laid jet rider
Mansion residing
If I throw a party you'll be dancing all night and
Let's have some fun girl, it's ok
I work hard now it's time to play
Come on

[Chorus]

[Too Short:]
I did a lot of work for the homies for the low-low
But I doing that kind of shit no more
Ask Puff, fuck all that retirement stuff
I work to hard so the price went up
I'm charging fifty for sixteen bars now
If you want a whole song it's a hundred thou
Is it worth it? I ain't no crook
A hundred thousand dollars might get you a hook
From this nigga right here, I know you know
And you gotta pay extra for the video
So cut the check for the right amount
If not, you can wire it to my account
The only other way is to pay me cash
And ain't nothing wrong with that
In fact give me the scratch in big stacks
Cause you're fucking with a real mack bitch get back
Back, bitch get back, back
Said bitch, said bitch said get your motherfuckin' ass back
That's right

[Chorus]

[Too Short (Puffy)]
That's right
So if you want me to do a guest appearance on your next album
Just remember one thing
It's gonna cost you man'
Cause we gettin' our money on
That's right Short Dog in the house
(Yeah) P Diddy in the house
Short Records, Bad Boy (Bad Boy)
Yeah that's right

[Female Singer]
Too Short, Too Short
Gotta make that money
2000 Watts, 2000 Watts
Gotta make that money
Bad Boy, Bad Boy
Gotta cash that money
Gotta make that money, money
Gotta take, gotta make, gotta catch that money, money
[Repeat]

[Puff Daddy:]
Yeah, yeah

 

[fox69]

"It's All Good"
(feat. Ronese Levias)

"It's All Good"
(feat. Ronese Levias)



"Man, this bitch blowing my beeper up"

[Too $hort:]
Ready to put a hole up in one of these bitches, man
Sup? Guess you wondered where I was at
When you beeped me last night and I didn't call back
Supposed to be there, meet you at the house at 9
You made a candlelight dinner just to wine and dine
And I didn't even show up
You beeped me 20 million times, made my beeper blow up
Thought you shot me to the left cause I'm a D-O-G
But you called so I guess it's still cool for me
To get freaky, you know I got that git back
I come right when I hit that
And if you tell me right now it's cool today
As soon as I'm through I be on my way

[Ronese Levias:]
Do I look like the type of lady
That'll talk to a brother that's shady, hell no
But you can wine and dine me
Spend a little time with me, it's all good
Cause I love the way you take me
Ooh boy you shake me, when we lay down
Got my head spinning around

[Too $hort:]
I need a woman that's down for me
Always on my side, not my enemy
We could be gangsters, lovers, parents, or friends
But whatever we do, do it straight to the end
We'll make love like professionals
You and me baby, fuck the rest of them hoes
You know how much we like being together
Seems like every second, it's getting wetter
So good I wish it'd last forever
Cause it would never get no better than this
I know you feel the same
Moaning so loud all the neighbors complained
And all the people tried to tell you I was phony
Talking all that junk and don't even know me
Last night I was chilling at the club
Chilling with my potnas when your friends rolled up
Flirting with your nigga behind your back
They called you on the phone and told you where I was at
Your girlfriends trying to run your world
You'd better stop listening to them other girls

[Ronese Levias:]
Never cared about those other girls
It's something about the way you rock my world
Even though you make me cry
I still wait alone for you at night, but it's all good

[Too $hort:]
I couldn't come home last night cause I was out making money
But I'll come home tonight if you want me
Cause you sure looking good today
I take you to your house and let you have it your way

[Ronese Levias:]
Oooh boy, ohhhh, it's all good, it's all good to me, baby

[Too $hort:]
I just keep on fucking you all night long
Me and you baby got it going on
You ain't tripping every time you see me
You get loose and you get so freaky
I never meant to break your heart
You gave it all to me and I tore it apart
Talked about love right to the end
But I'm a tell you like it is, I'll never do it again
I'm from East Oakland, I'm an ice-cold player
Born to Mack and got women everywhere
I got one up in E.P.A.
And two down in South Central L.A.
One in Frisco, and one in Berkeley
Got a few Southern girls just to work me
Is that what you wanted to hear?
That your man is the player of the year?
I need a woman that's down for me
Always on my side, not my enemy
We could be gangsters, lovers, parents, or friends
But whatever we do, do it straight to the end
I said the very same thing in the beginning
We played the game but it's in the 9th inning
You'd better wake up and smell the dank
It really don't seem to be what you think, beyotch
I'm all about getting my bank
You be the car and I'll fill your tank
Cause nothing don't come for free
Unless your ass don't want to be with me, beyotch

[Ronese Levias:]
Boy, have you been listening?
I can't let you go since I know what I'm missing
And can you fell it in my touch
That I want you so much, and it's all good
It's all good, baby
I'm trying to tell you boy, that it's good
It's all good, it's all good, baby baby baby
Ohhh, like that baby, like that
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good, it's all good

 

[fox69]

"It's Alright"
(feat. UGK)

"It's Alright"
(feat. UGK)



[Too Short:]
I love things about you (it's alright) you got it going on
I'm not in love and this is not a love song, but you've been down for so long
You should never be wrong, I know it's all my fault
My mind been gone, I'm always on the chase
Lipstick on my face, when I get home
You gotta get on my case, cause I've been fuckin' up
Coming home smelling like her, I can't fuck it up
Call your mama tell her how it hurts, tell her
I'm a dog, but don't say that's all
I came in first place at the players ball, and now I got my skrill on
My new grill on, put you through some shit girl
But I know you're real strong, you say I never find a real one like you
But I never take the time to feel like you, I put the game down
The way it's suppose to be, don't be a punk ass bitch, just get open with me

[Too Short talking:]
Cause I'm a real player. A-yo Pimp C I don't think they feel us.

[Pimp C:]
There's a very thin line between love and hate
And there's a very thin line between a fuck and a date
Girl you know when I was hollering at you
I want to hit, I ain't got time to get caught up over a girl and lose my grip
I'm screaming "Steady pimp" you steady trying a change me
Running that game your mama taught you, bitch that shit don't faze me
Say bitch I'm Pimp C, I shall be seen again
But all that shit your cousin toldyou has gone in the wind
Just cause I pimp my pen, you think you moving in
Like I'm a trick I'm a let you have half of everything I spend
You talking week rent, I'm trying to whip a Benz
Flipping the club with pimps like Too Short, baby lady friends
Talking bout your sister saw me with a brand new bitch at the club
Coming at me wiht high school shit, bitch you must be in love
Space Age, new faze, I done payed the price
Hoping you ain't bout to rip my stable, she said I'm shift
But bitch that's alright

[Pimp C talking:]
You can keep your funky ass pussy, you know what I'm saying? Straight up.
What's up Short?

[Too Short:]
Shit go back to pimpology man. These hoe know it's alright though and if
they don't Bun will let them know.

[Bun B:]
Baby you're hangin' on a rope, it's getting crucial like dope
I can't cope, I guess the situation has lost all hope
Cause you've obviously flipped your lid, but what's done is did
I'm putting youup for sale for the highest bid
Or an ass from kid shit, you got me twist-ed
Little Bun won't be another statist-ic, this love affair went ballist-ic
Puttin' them messy ass hoes up in my mix like Bisquick
And thinkin' you gonna leave Big Bun juiced like mystic
Nigga believe me shit's thick, loves lost
nothing's gained but confusion about the pain
You losing about the same, you can't tame, a wild animal
Feeding lettece to a cannibal, make a grown man wear goranibals
And I can't handle, bullshit that's unnessessary
You can't handle being with a G, I guess it's scary
It's the very thing that put us together seperated us
Player hated us, and things will never be the way it was
I hate to say it cause, but find another shoulder to cry on
Stop gettin' your lie on, baby it's alright

[Too Short talking:]
I wanna dedicate this song to my bitch, quit tripping and bring your ass
home, baby I love you, al long as you got my money

[Pimp C talking:]
You know what I'm saying? It's 199 reits, know what I'm sayin', straight up
pimpin', you know what I'm talking about, I'm trying to see some papers,
some dead ones.

[Bun B talking:]
Some real shit going on, you know what I'm saying? This is Big Bun and I'm
out with my nigga Short and my nigga Pimp C. You know how players is with
bitches on your dick.

[Pimp C talking:]
Pimping ain't dead, they just scared you know what I'm talking about?
What's up Short?

[Too Short:]
Ain't no love bitch (ha ha ha ha) Beeotch. Tell them motherfuckers at Jive
to quit trippin'.

 

[fox69]

"It's Time To Go"

"It's Time To Go"


[Too $hort]
The lights are on, the club is closed
You don't wanna leave 'cause you love the hoes
Somethin' ain't right, you doin' bad tonight
You'll be all alone if you don't have a wife
Cause these ladies ain't feelin' you
They don't wanna know what you can really do
They just wanna make you disappear
Get the fuck up out a bitches ear
Take that shit back over there
Go away, she don't wanna know you player
What you gotta say, just like this
Loud as you can, say "Fuck that bitch"
Five minutes ago, you was thinkin' would she
roll out with you, and give you some pussy
I don't think that's goin' down
But you don't wanna go home now

[Chorus]
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
You need to get up out my face
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
Get the fuck up out my face

[Too $hort]
You came to my house with a maxi pad
Bitch you goin' home in a taxi cab
No more limos, run the meter
We might need stitches, this one's a bleeder
Grab yo' shit girl, it's time to go
You look good, but you ain't my kind of hoe
Another time on another day
We could hook up, make love and play
It really can't happen no other way
Girl do you hear what a brotha say?
Don't leave anything in my room
I got another freak, she'll be here soon
She might not be, as wild you
It's 4 AM and right now she'll do
She's not a super freak, and she's not a hoe
But when she gets here, you gotta go

[Chorus]
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
You need to get up out my face
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
Get the fuck up out my face

[Too $hort]
We did what we did so let's do what we do
We had fun, but now I'm through with you
I gotta run, I'll call you in a few days
I'll be back, to get some more cooch-ay
Cause you do it, better than most
At this rate, we'll probably never be close
But that's okay, 'cause that's not the mission
You could cheat on your man if you got permission
I'll give it to ya, I'll beat it so well
When we finished, we gotta leave the hotel
That's all... I'm the #1 Player
You can call, or I'll see you somewhere
As long as we make this happen again
Yo' fine ass sittin' back in the Benz
Cause yours is the best, I must confess
But right now, it's time to get dressed

[Chorus]
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
You need to get up out my face
(It's time to go)
Get up out my face
You better get up out my face
Get up out my face
Get the fuck up out my face
(It's time to go)

You need to get on up out my face... {You gotta go}
(It's time to go)
You need to get on up out my face... {It's time to go}
(It's time to go)

 

[fox69]

"It's Your Life"

"It's Your Life"


[Too $hort:]
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..

Nowwwwwwwwwwww I come from, the Oakland town
Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down
Young brothers my age makin dollars so long
Drive a brand new Benz with a cellular phone
See his diamonds and gold, call him Big Bank Bob
Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job
This is not a song I made about crack
It's all about losin what you can't get back
Cause the name of the game is to control yo' life
and all the things you do you must do them right
It's not my life, it's on you baby
What's really goin on is that cash money
How you make it, it doesn't matter to me
Work at MacDonald's or just slang them ki's
or you can be like me and go straight legit
Drive a brand new Benz and they can't say shit

It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..

Partners in your face, ain't even your friend
Probably have to blast him if you see him again
And if you don't blast him you'll get shot in the head
Seven days later you'll be buried and dead
I can't be like that, the only thing you fear
Homeboy you can't see it but you know it's there
It's called tomorrow, whatcha gonna do with that
cut school, sell a few dopefiends crack?
It's not a one-way street, it's more like a dead-end
So if you take it, you better turn back my friend
I know a lot of young brothers don't think things through
They really don't know what they wanna do
When you lag, you lose, you start payin your dues
You can't kick back and let your bankroll stack
You'll be stuck on stupid, for smokin a friend
Ten years from now you'll still be in the pen

It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..

I got my eighteens pumpin, ridin the five
People lookin at me like I stole the ride
Am I a gangster, player, makin them G's
cocaine dealer with the Z's and V's
Can't tell em nothin, so I say, "Whassup?"
They get mad, I don't give a fuck
I keep ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
Look at all my homeboys trippin
They'll knock you out, one punch like the champ
Goin to jail is like summer camp
We shake hands one day, kill each other the next
And if you don't like it it's just like that
Cause I come from, the city of dope
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
But since I have the chance, I'll say in the rhyme:
we have to stop the killin sometime (soon)

It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..
It's your life, don't be stupid dope..
[P-Funk sample]
cause when you waste it..

 

[fox69]

"Just Another Day"

"Just Another Day"


I woke up one day in Vacaville
Round the corner from the pen
Fat house on the hill
All the homies in the pen straigt locked down
But I gotta get dressed and hit the oaktown
I called Randy ??Olson?? on the telephone
Early in the mornin but he still ain't home
So I called Ant Banks to see what's up
He said meet me at the studio at two o'clock
I got dressed, smokin on some serious dank
Grabbed my keys off the table and a bid ol bank
I hit interstate 80 and I'm rollin
Joint's still burnin and I'm smokin'
I was on my way to San Jose
To the stero shop that make my music play
Cause one amp shut down and the bass ain't playin
Didn't take long, for Joel and Janks to have me slumpin'
So I called up ??Boo??, what's up nigga what you bout to do
He said, just kickin' back waitin on the fellas
Bout to go eat at Della's
I said it sure sounds good to me
I can't go tho, gotta hit Myrtle Street
Passed the acorns on my way, bitch. it's just anotha day

Big Banks came through and started mixin
Sittin in the studio kick back listenin
To some funky ass shit from the dangerous crew
Debbie D came through, with FM Blue
Shorty B rolled up smokin' fat ones
Pee-Wee had a crew in the back room
Goldie had the tramps givin head breakin off
Rap and rhyme that diddley-dog
Twin one and two is tellin stories
Bout beatin down niggas for the glory
Had to catch a plane that night and roll out of town
Everybody gettin high tryin hard to clown
I had to go shop fo its time to leave
I dipped to the mall, flipped me some jeans
Rolled on out like a playa
Hot ass day, bitches everywhere
I'm leanin' hard to the left like a big shot
Checkin out the hoes seein who'll get knocked
Cause when you fuck with $hort you get fucked quick
I rub some cum on ya ass and make ya suck dick
Ride through the ??old?? scene ??beamin it?? slow
Talkin that shit five niggas on the four
Drive crazy, tryin to tear up shit
It's just anotha day in Oakland bitch

It was me, Jaque, ??Beamin?? and ??Tilo??
??Boo-kicke?? slow-motion and ??PO??
Spud, Ju-Ju, Frog and Big-E
Gettin high on our street
Bug, Joe-A, Ce-Ce and Mark,
Rollin four deep from SobranI Park
Howard came through from the B-Town
Motherfuckas gettin high it's goin down
It's the same everyday everyday it's the same
But that night we hit the hoop game
Who was playin: Seattle versus Golden State
Hollered at the home boy Gary Payton
After the game, we went to his house
NBA Jams, turned us out
Niggas talkin bout slammin bones
Any kinda way to get your gamble on
Bet, all you kept hearin was bet
Dice game on the pool table fuck that shit
I ain't goin outa town broke
I gotta have a bank get some dank to smoke
Think I'm gamblin, you must be insane
It started gettin late I had to catch that plane
So I cut to the airport
Just anotha day for Too Short

I was high as fuck on the airplane
Thinkin to myself about a street gang
How a black man'll do you in a minute
Walk around the corner see some shit and get in it
How the police always tryin to catch us
Fell asleep and woke up in Houston, Texas
Gangtas ass niggas from the fifth and the third
Take yo ass there nigga fuck what ya heard
Next night we did a show, in New Orleans
Same gangstas same old scene
Yellin at seventh at ninth ward
I see my homies from the third and the fourth
It was me Big Dog and the ??eight guard?? posse
Havin fun and you just can't stop me
I did a show in Birmingham, Alabama
Then caught a plane in Atlanta
I heard about the motherfuckin freaknick
Popped that pussy hole fuck that weak shit
You shoulda seen all the bitches on the street
Niggas from Detroit was deep
All my patnas from the 'O' flew up
And they was slangin that danky stuff
Gettin high with some brothers from MiamI and Cleveland
Kickin back talkin bout we ain't leavin

 

[fox69]

"Just Like Dope"
(feat. E-40)

"Just Like Dope"
(feat. E-40)



[Too $hort:]
It's that high
The pussy's just like dope
It's that dope

Even, if, you don't, want no mo'
Even if you don't want no mo'
The pussy's just like dope

First time you got a shot, you was hooked
When she walked into your life, you never shoulda looked
Ain't no rehab for pussy, it won't hurt me
You just like cigarettes and goin cold turkey
That's all you ever think about
Nasty ass hoes'll give you stank mouth
First thing in the morning, she's on your mind
Twenty minute kisses, all the time
Bomb ass head, hit it from the back
She be ridin yo' dick like a horse bareback
You ever wonder where she learned that?
The bitch'll pull a pimp's perm back
Special handlin, dick's the package
It's mine - you gon' let me have it back bitch?
Good pussy make you fall in love
You better say no to drugs

[Chorus: Too $hort]
It's like heroin (heroin, heroin)
The pussy's just like dope
Even, if, you don't, want no mo'
The pussy's just like dope

[Too $hort:]
I chose to say no to drugs
Pussy throw them thangs beat yo' ass like thugs
Have you whipped, creamin in yo' hand and shit
Call her every day and can't stand the bitch
You old pussy ass sucker niggaz
Still love hoes that fuck other niggaz
Can't tell you nothin, you need counselin
Fuck that shit, keep poundin it
I'm talkin bout some stay wet,
Bustin big nuts in her face shit
Dick thrustin like a spaceship
Red snapper's what I call that pussy
Why you askin stupid questions like would she
Suck yo' dick -- you ain't know?
It was passed down to her from her kinfolks
Momma and her aunties was freaks
Kryptonite pussy got you weak

[Chorus]

[E-40:]
Uh-huh.. OOOH!
Some of these bitches is garden tools, and I don't mean shovels
I mean hoes HOES experts at workin they pussy muscles
Literally (??) over these hoes, niggaz'll fight and scrap for
But see I don't play that shit, I beat a bootch down with a belt buckle
The first thing you wanna do is go down on a botch, and eat her crabby
KNOWIN' that there botch still got lead in her ass from yesterday
I'm on your botch -- size 44D bodacious breasts
But the bitch got mo' miles on her THAN SOUTHWEST
Don't, you, get it dis-com-bob-u-la-ted (discombobulated)
She used to have a 70's bush - until I shaved it (until I shaved it)
Beatch, beatch!
Now you all in front of her momma's house, blowin your horn
(blowin your horn) All in front of her momma's house, blowin your horn
Suicide, dial that girl for help? (help?)
Shot up her fam' BAM, returned to grind on yourself

[Chorus 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Keep Bouncin' (Street)"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Will.I.Am, Fergie)

"Keep Bouncin' (Street)"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Will.I.Am, Fergie)



{[ATCQ sample:] "Keep, ke-keep, ke-keep, keep, keep bouncing!"}
{"Keep, keep bouncing!"}
{"Keep, ke-keep, ke-keep, keep, keep bouncing!"} [2X]

[Snoop] My nigga Short Dawg in the house
[Short] My nigga Will.I.Am in the house
[Will] Suh-suh-Snoop Dogg's in the house
[Will] Wuh-wuh-West coast make 'em bounce

[Snoop Dogg]
I'ma bounce wit'cha though, yo
We gon' bounce everywhere we go
Make a nigga wanna bounce
Make a nigga burn a ounce

Get loose, get wild, now get set
Yeah it's the anthem, nigga it's the shit
You can get crunk, get hyphy, get fit
You can bounce like you're hoppin over a muh'fuckin fence
If you in the whip, ghostride the bitch
Slip into the liquor sto', sippin on a fifth
Yeah nigga, brang in the bag
Gangbang on you motherfuckers claimin the flag
West coast nigga, I'm a real go-getter
40 ounce sipper, the blackjack tripper
20 Cripper, 10-to-1 I flip her
Got the hook-up on the birds and the motherfuckin zippers
Go to the club with my thugs sell drugs
And I might get a girl but I ain't gon' tip her (uh-uh)
Get malt liquor, spit, mo' slicker
Put y'all hands in the air muh'fucker it's a stick up
Naw nigga eat a dick up
You say you a pimp, but you in love with a stripper
Just bounce to the beat, and don't pay me no attention
Just bounce to the beat, bounce bounce to the beat
{It, it makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to..} bounce bounce bounce to the beat
I'm all up in the club
E'rybody in this muh'fucker wanna mean mug

Make a nigga wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
Make a nigga burn an ounce {BOUNCE!}
Doggy Dogg turn it out {BOUNCE!}
My nigga Short Dawg in the house
Yeah make a nigga wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
Make a nigga burn an ounce {BOUNCE!}
Doggy Dogg turn it out {BOUNCE!}
Nigga Short Dawg in the house

[Too $hort]
Beotch! I told the DJ play her song
Watch her choose up, put a player on
Put her in the wifey zone
She can be my girlfriend all night long
Keep bouncin, the floor is sweatin
I'm all on her booty, I know I'm gettin it
We from the West coast, we live fun lives
Freak these hoes 'til the sunrise
What time is it, late night
Send her back home when it's daylight
Her nigga at the house with a cake like
Captain Save-a-Hoe, but she ain't right
She like to play hard to get
She don't wanna dance she wants some hard dick
Well give her what she wants
Stick it in the hoe, and watch her go dumb {DUMB}

Make a bitch wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
Short Dawg turn 'em out {BOUNCE!}
Bitch, don't you wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
My nigga Snoop Dogg in the house
Make the bitch wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
Short Dawg turn 'em out {BOUNCE!}
Bitch, don't you wanna bounce {BOUNCE!}
My nigga Will.I.Am in the house

[Will.I.Am]
I'm in the house and I ain't movin out
The girls keep more of my name in they mouth
I like breasts best when they poppin out
So girl bring 'em out, bring 'em out, I make 'em bounce
{"Keep, keep bouncing!"} Yeah just keep them bouncing
Open up your mind and accept what I'm announcing
If we have a President's Day and a Veteran's Day
Let's have a Titty Holiday
And lick on nipple everyday through the weekend
I like tit like fish like sippin
Watchin boobies bounce is my favorite tradition
When I'm up in the club just sittin and wishin
them boobies was bouncin on my head (my head)
Them boobies was bouncin on my head (my head)
Bouncin, bouncin on my head (my head)
I want them boobies bouncin on my head (my head)
Okay, now let me change the subject
I usually don't be gettin mannish up in public
But that's aight, cause I'm chillin with my folks
From the West coast Short Dawg's in the house ("Whattup loc?")
Snoop Dogg's in the house (in the house)
The nigga Too $hort's in the house (in the house)
Wuh-Will.I.Am's in the house (in the house)
Wuh-West coast make 'em bounce {"Keep, keep bouncing!"}

[Snoop Dogg]
{It, it makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to..}
{It, it makes me want to bounce!} To the beat
{It makes me want to bounce!}
{It makes me want to bounce!} We gon' bounce everywhere we go
{"Keep, keep bouncing!"} Bounce bounce bounce to the beat
{"Keep bouncing!"} Bounce bounce bounce to the beat
{"Keep bouncing!"} Bounce bounce bounce to the beat
{"Keep bouncing!"} {"Keep, keep bouncing!"}

 

[fox69]

"Keep Fuckin' Me"

"Keep Fuckin' Me"


Yeah bitch you know how real players do this shit, beitch!

[Too $hort:]
Man look at her, baby look good
The way she dancin, maybe I should
Step up to her, and run this game
I wanna FUCK - I don't wanna know her name
I play the role though, act like I'm interested
By the end of the night, she done been molested
And she loves it, that's how I do it
You tried to get with her too but you blew it
I told her I ain't had no woman, I got three
And you ain't leavin this club without me
Cause I'll be - your breakfast in the mornin
See the sun rise while you're nake and you're moanin
And when I get up, talkin like a pimp
That's when reality, starts to sink in
You want me to fuck yo' pussy 'til it hurts
And I wanna put yo' fine ass to work, bitch

[Chorus:]
Bitches always tellin me
You're a player (a real player)
I don't care about these other hoes
Just keep fuckin' me (keep it up in you, way up)

[Too $hort:]
I can look in yo' eyes and see I got you
You so fine girl I had to knock you
We left the bar, we in the car
I'm treatin this bitch like a movie star
It's all game, I just wanna hit it quick
Try to turn a bitch out so I can hit a lick
And it's a trip, she's such a good bitch
Mama told you bout niggaz that look slick
You knew about the hoes when you met me
I'll add you to my stable if you let me
So you can get me, what I need so quickly
I want G's bitch, about a hundred fifty
All these hoes, know my style
I'll put you to work but don't go too wild
Cause we'll get this cash, just take our time
Choose or leave, you better make up yo' mind

[Chorus:]
Bitches always tellin me (what dem hoes say?)
You're a player (that's right, I'm a fuckin' player bitch)
I don't care about these other hoes (na nah)
Just keep fuckin' me

[Too $hort:]
You said put it all up in you, keep on fuckin' you
Knew what time it was and I knew just what to do
Bitch I get at you, have you stuck like a statue
Use nothin but words and I have you
I give a fuck if you think I'm too rich
I ain't gon' cash you out like these new tricks
She wanna eat, drink and fuck good
That won't make you get my cash, but what would?
If I turned you on to this player life
Quit fuckin' rich niggaz tryin to be a wife
I can show you how to put this game to work
Don't do it, unless you put some change in yo' purse
Bitch you know whassup wit me
I'm from the O, I roll in luxury
I mack broads, and smoke big buds of weed
Can't be a ho when you always fuck for free, beitch!

[Chorus:]
Bitches always tellin me (tellin you what?)
You're a player (.. that ain't no lie)
I don't care about these other hoes
Just keep fuckin' me (just keep gettin that cash girl)

Bitches always tellin me.. you're a player
I don't care about these other hoes; just keep fuckin' me