Too Short

[fox69]

"Don't Hate The Player"

"Don't Hate The Player"


[Too $hort:]
Don't hate the player nigga, hate the game [3x]
But what if you ain't no player?

Everybody talkin bout they gettin hated
All these lies is bout who they been datin
If you never was a player, I cain't hate you
You know life is one time, you cain't take two
You seem to think cause you ain't fuckin mo'
That some other nigga's all up in yo' hoe
It ain't yo' fault, did you do that?
You think yo' ex-bitch, gon' ever take you back?
Hell naw, you still thinkin you a player
You only got one girl;
You just a square from nowhere
You starin at the ground, fuck the ceiling
Love is the word that describes yo' feelings
You're hooked, you can't leave her alone
You're like O.J., wait til he brings her home
You wanna kill her, but you don't wanna play the fool
You never was a player, we cain't hate you

Don't hate the player nigga, hate the game [3x]
But what if you ain't no player?

What you mad at? Your bitch let me have that
And I ain't even say shit about your fat ass
She chose me, don't get an attitude
It really ain't got nuttin to do witchu
I'ma fuck her - anytime I wanna
Like a dog, I'ma climb up on her
She don't sweat me bout my other broad
But you called her on the phone and said I'm just a frog,
I beat up hoes and I'm a rapist
Then you told all your homies how I hated
Damn nigga! I don't even know you
I seen you actin like a groupie at a show or two
I know she knows, the way you lied
Last time I hated it was 1985
I was young, caught up with a bad bitch
I took my time, learned the game, I had to have the shit

Don't hate the player nigga, hate the game [3x]
But what if you ain't no player?

She said you had a little dick, and can't fuck
Other niggaz fuck her good, but you ain't up
Can't do that stuff with a freak, can't never be weak
Cause a nigga like me'll put a dick in her cheek
And to the beat, I start humpin on her face
Grab her by the ears and then give her a taste
Yeah nigga, I fucked her and she's mine now
You know I been a dog for a long time now
But I ain't gon' fight you for this pretty hoe
You think somebody player hated, you don't get it though
Just can't figure it out, and you never will
Your bitch went out and found her a better deal
Said it was cool, kickin it witchu
But she has more fun when she's lickin on dude
I hate to be rude, but you know the rules
Life is the game nigga - you lose

Don't hate the player nigga, hate the game [3x]
But what if you ain't no player?

 

[fox69]

"Don't Stop Rappin'"
(feat. Eightball, MJG)

"Don't Stop Rappin'"
(feat. Eightball, MJG)



[8B:] Space, Age-in baby
[TS:] Right right right right
[8B:] One time
[TS:] Beyotch!
[8B:] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire!

[Too $hort, Eightball:]
From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
But ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
Opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight
The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot

[Chorus:]
[TS:] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS:] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[8B:] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B:] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS:] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS:] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[MJ:] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[MJ:] and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes

[MJG, Too $hort:]
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, I paid my dues
Learn how to crawl, before I walk
Then I learned how to tie my shoes
Tryin crime, but it just didn't work for me
Matter of fact it did it worse for me
Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard
It can only do hurt to me
So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school
And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we isn't
When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady
Was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby
MJG, what you see, on TV, is fame
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game

I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
I make too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
I live the fast life of a MC
And I sell a lot of records makin pimp beats
I could do a show tonight and make ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway
I always, get my dick sucked on the highway

[Eightball, MJG:]
My way (pimp til I dieee) fuck a hoe
Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this shit is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these hoes
Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po'
Eightball got flow, MJG

Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get higher
Eightball and MJG, Too $hort, we all must be
The pimps of the industry, shit people pretend to be
Fuck so why should we, settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga

[Chorus]

[8B:] Yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin mind
[TS:] Pimp shit bitch
[8B:] Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
[TS:] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
[8B:] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late
[TS:] It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
[8B:] Straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
[TS:] Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
[8B:] Yea, New York to L.A.
[TS:] Beyitch!
[8B:] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
[TS:] T-Mix on the funk
[8B:] Dangerous Music, uhh
[TS:] Suave House
[8B:] I love that!

 

[fox69]

"Don't Trust Her"
(feat. Badwayz)

"Don't Trust Her"
(feat. Badwayz)



[Badwayz]
Yeah, don't trust her
Don't trust yo' nigga
Yeah, uhh

Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch?
Now do you love your nigga or do you trust your nigga? Yeah

[Verse One]
Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch?
Cause niggaz gotta tendencies to follow they dick
You down with Too $hort girl? He a ho
Cause I'll snatch a bitch up e'ry show, and hit the mo-mo
But certain niggaz fall in love with them hookers
Nigga the pussy ain't yours cause another nigga took her
Seen a little mo' game, she took a rang and some bigger and better thangs
Starin at the chain and the karats in the rang
Now who she wanna leave with, she know we got the sticky
The niggaz wearin dickies or the niggaz givin hickies
She know what she want, she want that California funk
Them hundred spoke thangs with that juice up in the trunk
She wanna ride down the sho' with the top back
But she know I gotta hit before we start that
Man don't trust her

[Interlude One]
(Aiyyo) Man, see that's what the fuck I'm talkin about
(What?) You can't trust a bitch!
(The fuck you mean?) What'chu mean? Where the fuck you been?
(Me and my girl Robin went to the car wash)
I don't wanna hear that shit
Robin called me lookin for yo' motherfuckin ass
What the fuck you think? (whatever, whatever)
That's what the fuck I'm talkin 'bout, I'm talkin 'bout
(You trippin) I can't trust yo' motherfuckin ass
You need to get yo' ass the fuck up outta here
(Nigga let's just fuck, okay?)
No I ain't even fuckin, ain't worth that motherfucker

Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch?
Now do you love your nigga or do you trust your nigga?
Nigga what what, what what wha-what?

[Verse Two]
Now you thinkin you be trustin yo' man, but I'ma tell you right now
The peter man make the plans
It's like when I step up in the club I gotta catch my breath
9 times out of 10 I cain't help myself
I don't really mean to cheat, I ain't lyin I'm a freak
Pager goin beep and I'm steady tryin to creep
I admit, I'm a - sinner
I did what I had to do just to get in her
I simply whispered in her ear
Tell her I'm the man, tell her what she wanna hear
Now I'm knowin I can hit it
Cause the shit was soundin good cause she bought it and she bit it
I'm down with $hort Dawg, I'm the next thang comin
You heard Badwayz? Yeah I'm the first one
My name Stud baby girl, you ain't heard of us?
"$hort Records: In Platinum We Tru$t?"
I hadda died if I wasn't high - you ain't heard that?
But matter of fact, I got some weed in the 'llac
We can finish these drinks and go smoke that shit
And from there, ain't no tellin where we gon' get
But don't trust her

[Interlude Two]
That's the type of shit I'm talkin about (what?)
That fuckin around shit man that shit is not cool
(Fuckin around nigga, you been fuckin around too with some-a your hoes)
(Now how you gon' come off on me like that?)
Man you ain't got no clue, you don't know what the fuck's goin on f'real
(Anyway) I'm bout to handle business (I know)
Oh yeah baby what's up? (I know what you doin out there okay?)
Bitch, what the fuck you think I'm doin?
(Well as long as you bringin that lucci home to me baby)

Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch?
Now do you love your nigga or do you trust your nigga?
Nigga what what, what what wha-what?

[Verse Three]
You see it's way after 12 and I'm out wit'cho bitch
Tossin up, while you workin on the midnight shift
Got you fucked up mad, bout to start a rage
She won't answer the phone, won't return your page
Gettin took for what you got yet you treat her real dapper
She takin all yo' change and she spend it on us rappers
Fuckin all in yo' house, bustin all on yo' sheets
When I come to yo' town, I be doggin yo' freak
Then you come back home lickin all on that ho
Would have a fit ever knowin she was suckin Joe
She love money and excitement, that's why y'all always fightin
And youse a workin-haulic, she want you to be ballin
When it all falls down, you cain't trust that bitch
If she make you too mad you might bust that bitch
Be locked down in county for assaultin shit
But for love and the pussy you done bought that bitch
Don't trust her

Don't trust her, don't trust that bitch
Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch?
Don't trust her
Now do you love your nigga or do you trust your nigga?
Nigga what what, what what wha-what?

 

[fox69]

"Dope Fiend Beat"

"Dope Fiend Beat"


Bitch, funky fresh from Oakland, California...
Dangerous Music and it don't stop to the beat, baby...

Bitches on my mind
I can't hold back, now's the time
All you loud-mouth bitches talk too much
And you dick teasin' bitches never fuck
I seen long-hair bitches, workin in stitches
Her hair ain't really but two inches
All you bald-head hoes in the Oakland world
Runnin' around town with jheri curls
Nappy head niggas like myself
Get a bald-head and say: 'Go to hell!'
But you's a snake, you's the one
You bald-head bitch, you need a perm
So much game when the homies tough
I make a bitch go who never sucks
It really ain't life but I just met her
Now I'm sayin': 'Bitch, suck better!'
Fuck you, stupid hoe, tell me just what you know
I came to the party and turned it up
You say: 'Ouh, he's got a dirty mouth!'
But, bitch, I kept talkin' shit
Mothafuck you, damn shit-head bitch
I wanna blowjob and I'm not kiddin'
Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin'
I'm that nigga you'll answer to
If I say: 'Bitch, jump!', that's what you do
I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin' your mind
Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time
With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth
And you know damn well what I'm talkin' about
I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold
So mothafuck you, bitch, goddamn ass hoe

The dope fiend beat...
For all you junkies to just ride...

H-E-A-D, I need a doctor just for me
To suck my dick like a vet
To give me head until I sweat
She gotta suck dick
So I can tell all my homies just what she did
She sucked and sucked and she's a bitch to the beat
I'm Too $hort, I said my name is Too $hort and it don't stop
I love you bitches for the blowjobs
I just laugh over and over
When the bitch drinks sperm like it's soda
I straight start aimin', would I miss?
Get back bitch, I wouldn't never kiss
I say she looks so good and she's so big
But, man oh man, that bitch can wimp
If I wanna I could rock her
But I can't fuck no-head doctor
Bitches don't know that's Too $hort's tip
You might get geed if you don't suck dick
But I'm so fresh, I'm so down
I tell you bitches the other way around
If you do me first then I do you
So the game jumps up when the bitch is true
Soon as I come all in her mouth
I smooth get dressed and roll out
I'm Too $hort, baby, fresh fresh again
One MC, one bitch broken
I tell you, baby, playin' just like that
I'm the best of the players to the ice cold vet
And, bitch, you just a bitch
You work fastfood and you think you rich
You see, my game don't stop when it's on the one
I love to see you when you work that thang
Gettin' real busy at the back of the car
Rollin' down the Skyline Boulevard
I say: 'Bitch, what are you smokin'?'
A big fat dick in the big East Oakland
I see my homie, he needs to quit
She was walkin' down the street
With a big fat bitch, maybe I'm wrong
He might get every two weeks that welfare check
Oakland, California, is the city of snakes
Pimps, pussies, players and fakes
The big Oaktown, the city of liars
Fresh storewires and voltaires
A strip, bitches, nasty freaks
My raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats...

She's a bitch to the dope fiend beat...
All you junkies just ride...

Bitches on my mind
I can't hold back, now it's the time
To bust a left nut, right nut, in her jaw
Opened eyes and guess what I saw
Bitches on my mind
Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme
What would life be if it wasn't Too $hort
It be nothin' but rappers from old New York
But that's not likely and there's no doubt
Bitches like me cause I'm turnin' it out
I'm here, there, everywhere
Sportin' fat gold rope, I'm a mothafuckin' player
Recognize game when it's on your face
As you dip to the beat and you feel the bass
Crook it up loud, would be doin' fine
Pose like a pimp and check my rhyme
Some young tender dosen't like this beat
But a bitch ain't nothin' but a word to me
I can check her, wreck her, or just get paid
Cut to the house and freak my maid
You see, she dosen't speak english but we don't talk
I call her Lucy and she's juicy, makes your eye balls walk
We never hesitate to make good love
She clean up my house and then clean me up
So check it out, you bitches
I tell you a story of rags to riches
So check it out, freak nasty
I know you're fine but you look like Lassie
Bitch, not a long ago I used to hang at the mall
Top floor, baby, all the freaks I called
And if they didn't wanna come that ain't shit
I just drop a few lines and then call her bitch...
Bitch!

 

[fox69]

"Double Header"
(feat. Wallpaper)

"Double Header"
(feat. Wallpaper)



[Intro]
Dubba dubba, dubba dubba
Dubba dubba dubba dubba dubba

[Too $hort]
Girl why you wanna bother me?
I already tried that monogamy
I been stopped datin young college freaks
But don't start tryin to Bill Cosby
Now get butt-naked let's fuck some mo'
Bitch, we cain't be the Huxtables
For me - that's like suicide
If I ever get married I want two rides!

[Chorus: Wallpaper]
Fatty girl; go and grab a friend for me
One + one could equal three, satisfaction guaranteed
Fatty girl; you and her and her and me
Hot tub full of Hennessy, do it 'til we overheat
(One is fun, but two is better; dubba dubba dubba doubleheader) [2X]

[Too $hort]
Yo' wife is the warden
Stay out all night she might issue a warrant
A straight APB
And if you locked out the house you cain't stay with me
Musta got paroled cause you out now
Last few years you was locked down
Don't come to my house cause this different here
Better go back home and be Cliff and Claire
I never would marry no Wedding Singer
I want twins, that look like Brittney Binger
A pretty actress like Make More Money
You can have her - gimme two Playboy Bunnies
I tell my wives to cum/come to me
I know you not havin mo' fun than me
If you in love need to pop the question
If you a player don't stop the session

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Dubba dubba, dubba dubba
Dubba dubba dubba doubleheader
Dubba dubba, dubba dubba
Dubba dubba dubba doubleheader
(One is fun, but two is better)
Now get butt-naked let's fuck some mo'
(One is fun, but two is better)
Now get butt-naked let's fuck some mo'
(One is fun, but two is better)
Now get butt-naked let's fuck some mo'
["some mo'" echoes until fade]

 

[fox69]

"Dump Truck"
(with E-40)
(feat. Travis Porter & Young Chu)

"Dump Truck"
(with E-40)
(feat. Travis Porter & Young Chu)



[Hook:]
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)

[Verse 1:]
Easy back it up uh, easy back it up uh
Easy back it up uh, easy back it up uh
Easy back it up bring it back come rewind
Double D top, 43 inch behind
Booty duty onion booty
Baby do your dance drop it like a hot potato
Do a full point stance both hands on the ground ass in the air
I'm a make you feel it through your pants, hand full of hair
I met this stick ass broad her name was Momo
She live in Sacramento in the town
I was on a pine of tuna while squeezing coronas
She was on a tree took her home and I bong bong
God damn the sex was good, she was from the hood
Got me hard as wood hit it like I should
I ain't gotta front get it understood
I do what I want, suckers do what they could

[Hook: x2]
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)

[Verse 2:]
A regular party is some fake shit
Come find me where the girls dance naked, try
I wanna get my dick sucked in the VIP in the stripclub
Looked around and found me one
My flavour I'm trying to pound on some
She got nice titties (nice titties), long weave kinda pretty
She turned around, damn, too much booty in the pass
I told her shake that monkey! I'm feelin' this shit
It's so funky
Somebody said that's right baby girl bounce that back side
It ain't real that's her new butt
I don't give a fuck bitch toot it up

[Hook: x2]
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)

[Verse 3:]
Back that ass up like a dump truck
We don't go crazy in the club, we go dumb fuck
Look, looking at her dance I know shawty want it
I had to go crazy E-40 on it
And shawty stupid bad but her man a mart'
Gon' tell his stupid ass you had a change of heart
You don't smoke weed girl you better start
Then she back that ass up in paralel

[Verse 4:]
Like them big booty girls with that long hop
Said she a cali girl but she never ever duck
She be traveling she be say coming from Brazil
Looking like a bag full of hundred dollar bills
And ah, shaking like a B12 in the air
Chilling with me, we smoke a bill out of gas
Now let me see you back it up like a dump truck
We're looking for a high girl we don't give a fuck

[Verse 5:]
Shorty I might be your first but I will not be your worst
And if you give me a chance I bet I make your shit squirt
I take my dick out my pants and then she lift up her skirt
I told her back her the fuck at me I put that thing in reverse
Now can I drop a reverse, hell yeah
Beat the pussy up why you understand with
Shawty said I'm crazy as hell and she's scared
But she said it feels real good oh yeah

[Hook: x2]
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)
Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)

 

[fox69]

"Entrepreneur"
(with Too $hort)

"Entrepreneur"
(with Too $hort)



[CHORUS]
I got a plug on the white, a bitch sellin pussy
My partner got DVDs and hood movies
I can get the J's before they come to the store
Bitch, I'm a entrepreneur

[VERSE 1: E-40]
He was born with spitt'ms
The gift of gab, izm
Mattress on the floor, borderline poor
Who woulda thought he'd be a entrepreneur?
He used to always say his blessings
Liked to ask a lotta questions
Look like a square but he got a lotta street knowledge
Hung around addicts, gangsters and alcoholics
When he first started off
A young intern, but a soon-to-be boss
Found himself, cause he used to be lost
Cooler than fan belt, cold like a cough
Dottin his i's and crossin his t's he be poppin his p's
Internationally known in the States and all overseas
He be [?] or pushin bags of blow
He got 'em wonderin what he do like Tommy from Martin show

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 2: Too $hort]
They lock niggas up all over the land
Now we affiliated to county jails and pens
Get anything you want, just like that
I'm tryina get some money, I ain't tryina go back
Gotta stay on the street, keep the fam straight
It's hundreds to get, grands to make
Stackin for a whip, waitin to get
Paint and rims, then lift that bitch
28's, I'ma ride real big
Choppin up game with my real nig
I know it's hell bein broke
But you gotta stop sellin that coke
Sooner or later, can't do it forever
Need a new hustle, still gettin that cheddar
Mo' paper, less penitentiary chance
All you need is a business plan

[CHORUS]

[Too $hort]
Where they at?
Shout-out to the money makers
(To the money makers)
If you a hustler
(What about 'em?)
Then you a entrepreneur
(A entrepreneur)
[E-40]
That's written, mane
Scared money don't make no money
Invest in yourself, mane
Ya understand me?
It's a lotta opportunities out there, mane
Ya got your health and your life and your strength, mane
Go get it, breh

 

[fox69]

"Everyday"
(with Too $hort)

"Everyday"
(with Too $hort)



[VERSE 1: E-40]
I was raised with honey badgers, my honey badgers 'don't care'
Out here they play the game of death, truth or dare
For real, block monsters like Creature Feature
Look like a plate? They gon' eat ya
Maney motherfuckes, never been to a club
Hard as nails, no sensitive thugs
I like ghetto booty broads that be doin they thing
Take care of they business, keep they coochie clean
Brazilian wax, good hygene
Miss Sixty jeans, POParazzi earrings
I got a duffle full of scrilla, on my way to re-up
With a 'JUST SAY NO TO DRUGS' sticker on my truck
Soil celebrity, heavy in this bitch
Professional hustler, there's a science to this
He started with nothin, ended up with a lot
Got a record label, barber shop and a Maybach

[CHORUS: Vgo D'Artiste (2X)]
(Stunt hard cause I)
Get dough everyday
(I'm the shit cause I)
Get dough everyday
(Hit a lick, nigga)
Get dough everyday
(Hit your bitch cause I)
Get dough everyday

[VERSE 2: Too $hort]
If you love gettin money say 'Hell yeah!'
(Hell yeah!)
Let's do this shit
You mad the right choice if you're choosin, bitch
You could leave if you ain't gettin down
But you'll never be a square cause you get around
So you might as well go with Short
Reached in my pocket, had a roll of dough
No 20's and 10's, just 50's and 100's
I get it everyday, it ain't nothin if I want it
Cause I hustle for the money
Spit a little game, now she want me
I make it everyday, and every night I get mo'
You don't need to be my hoe
I get fetti, bitch
Pimp game is a gift
But I don't really use it for the same old shit
I'm on that corporate level, executive
My secretary is a naked bitch

[CHORUS: Vgo D'Artiste (2X)]

[VERSE 3: E-40]
Can't let 'em take me off my square, can't let 'em get to a fixture
Throw my life away over a fuck nigga
Born and raised in the Bay, I stay tucked, nigga
Fuck with me you'll gon' pay, I'll buck a nigga
Money mackin and stackin, what's happenin, mobbin and mashin
And if it wasn't for rappin then I would probably be trappin
Trappin, no matter what, I stay packin
Blastin, if they run up I'm clappin
[Too $hort]
Round of applause, no hesitation
Instantaneous devastation
Everybody runnin, we just tryina get money
If you don't want none, you a dummy
You look bummy, still live with your mommy
You don't know how to hustle, can't get shit from me
Don't even ask when you see us
Cause me and 40, we just

[CHORUS: Vgo D'Artiste (2X)]

 

[fox69]

"Everytime"

"Everytime"


[$hort]
From the day we met up until we met right now
If I wanted that girl I always knew how
To fight her get her and tear her apart
Getting everything I wanted all I want
Everytime I see her its time to toss
I walking in the door taking everything off
Cuz I know I'll get it call her in a minute
Short oh boy and I'm a tone cold playa

She was mine and more but more came more
She was giving that funk to the homeboy short
Wanting money but maybe it was just the fact
The life I live made me the man of the rap
Everytime I see her you know I take her
Straight to her house then I braker
If I don't see break she'll give me a call
Same ol' freak show having a ball

[Breakdown]

She's a tender a star and Angel in white
My wildest dream on a saturday night
My freak of the week but girl of the day
If I like it like that it will be that way
Now everytime I see her she be doing it slow
Like ninty on shorty in a big time room
She's the one I can't resist
Everytime I see her I tell her like this

[Breakdown]

She be coming around the mountain around ten till eight
Hook me up on a late night date
I be right there homie opening the door
Singing baby oh baby are you ready for more
Everytime I see her you know what I mean
Had her in the back doing sexual things
Same ol' freak show all them moves
Call me short homeboy and I just can't loose

Tone cold freak dressed in lace
The hottest young tender in the whole dang place
Hottie so hot I keep telling myself
I want the young tender if you read this
At lyrics dot astraweb dot com that means
This was bitten didn't waste one second
To take a chance
I walked up to her and asked to dance
Baby said yes we hit the spot
My rap came hard and the freak got hot

 

[fox69]

"F.U.C.K.Y.O.U."
(feat. Mistah F.A.B., Ms. Hollywood, Ginger)

"F.U.C.K.Y.O.U."
(feat. Mistah F.A.B., Ms. Hollywood, Ginger)


[Chorus - X2]
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
Nigga F.U.C.K. Y.O.U.

[Too $hort]
You finna get yo' ass whooped bitch
You bout to get yo' ass whooped bitch
We finna whoop yo' ass bitch
You bout to get yo' ass whooped bitch

[Mistah F.A.B.]
On my mama yo' hood ain't shit
Nigga on my mama yo' hood ain't shit
On my mama yo' hood ain't shit
Yo' hood ain't shit, hood ain't shit

[Too $hort (Mistah F.A.B.)]
Man fuck yo' mama that punk ass bitch
(Nigga what you say?) She ain't nothin' but a bitch
Nigga fuck yo' mama that punk ass bitch
(Nigga what you say?) Yo' mama ain't shit

[Mistah F.A.B.]
Fuck that shit nigga what you wanna do?
Nigga fuck that shit nigga what you wanna do?
Nigga fuck that shit nigga what you wanna do?
Nigga what you wanna do? What you wanna do?

[Chorus - X2]
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
Nigga F.U.C.K. Y.O.U.

[Too $hort]
Hit that nigga with a champagne bottle
Hit him with a champagne bottle
Man hit that bitch with a champagne bottle
Hit him in the head with the bottle

[Mistah F.A.B.]
While you bumpin' yo' gums I'ma bust yo' shit
Keep bumpin' yo' gums I'ma bust yo' shit
Bumpin' yo' gums I'ma bust yo' shit
I'ma bust yo' head and bust yo' lip

[Too $hort]
One of y'all niggaz gon' die tonight
You gon' die tonight
Nigga one of y'all niggaz gon' die tonight
Somebody gon' die

[Mistah F.A.B.]
Nigga fuck yo' turf, I'ma put you on a shirt
Nigga fuck yo' turf, I'ma put you on a shirt
Nigga fuck yo' turf, I'ma put you on a shirt
Everybody on your turf gon' have your picture on a shirt

[Chorus - X2]
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
Nigga F.U.C.K. Y.O.U.

[Ms. Hollywood]
Broke hoe talkin' all that shit
You and your best friend got matchin' outfits
Punk ass bitch, tryin' to look cute
If I pull that weave out then what you gon' do?
Bitch fuck you, I know where you stay
Think you prettier than me, I'll cut yo' face
Don't call yo' nigga, what he gon' say?
Keep fuckin' with me, you bout to get sprayed

[Ginger]
Silly hoe, who you think you fuckin' with?
You and that pussy nigga ain't got shit
You dykin' ass hoe, want a dykin' ass bitch
Just mad 'cause I won't let ya lick my clit
You wanna cut my face 'cause I'm prettier than you?
If I looked like you I'd wanna cut mine too
You nappy headed bitch, I don't need no weave
I would take your man but he ain't got no cheese, so fuck you

[Chorus]
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
(Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too
Nigga F.U.C.K. Y.O.U.
(Fuck you)