Shittin' on 'Em Lyrics
| Song | Shittin' on 'Em |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Album | Get off the Stage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bans, Shaws | |
| I'm a legend in the game, you can't replace me | |
| I'm drivin' this car, don't try to race me | |
| You'll never win, | |
| I came straight from the coastline | |
| I got the most albums and the most rhymes | |
| I could die and you still won't catch up | |
| How you gonna step up when you let them little heffers | |
| Dig in your pocket while they suckin' on your left nut | |
| You a soldier? | |
| Nigga I'm a vet, what? | |
| I'm old school with a new style | |
| Girls hear me rap and act too wild | |
| But that's how | |
| I like 'em, what you wanna do now? | |
| Get you all alone girl and turn you out | |
| You want a man that do all he can | |
| Hold your hand and take you to the promised land | |
| But I refuse to help you get there | |
| Good luck, | |
| I hope you choose on the best player | |
| Shittin' on 'em | |
| I'm shittin' on 'em | |
| I'm shittin' on ’em, bitch | |
| She said I'm too old, get fucked it's too late | |
| She said tell $hort it's a new day | |
| Bitch, I say fuck what you say | |
| I'm from the | |
| Old Bay and the | |
| New BayWhen you make the wrong choice, who you gon' blame? | |
| I'm all in your ear tellin' you the wrong thing | |
| But you listen anyway, buyin' the dream | |
| You know about us pimps, we be lyin' and things | |
| I don't wanna fight for the bitch | |
| JoeIt's all about the game and who can spit the most | |
| I'm never too faded to hustle | |
| Ball up my fists and make the muscle | |
| I stay strapped, | |
| I don't wanna tussle | |
| Fake ass bodyguard niggas wanna wrestle‘ | |
| Cause you think she's likin' me | |
| She's goin' hella stupid on this hyphy beat | |
| And now you wanna fight with me? | |
| Make me mad and | |
| I'ma fuck your wife to be | |
| I'm from the | |
| Eastside where the | |
| Raiders play | |
| Where you get your game from? | |
| I say the | |
| BayYou think | |
| I'll square up? | |
| You can't be hopin' | |
| I'm hard on a bitch, | |
| I was trained in | |
| OaklandI never turned in my player card | |
| Ask anybody, they'll say | |
| I'm hardI'm shittin' on 'em | |
| I'm shittin' on 'em | |
| I'm shittin' on 'em | |
| I'm shittin' on 'em | |
| I'm shittin' on ’em, bitch | |
| You so horny, tryin' to find you a bitch mayne | |
| I'm hustlin', | |
| I gotta stay rich mayne | |
| You friendly, like to buy hoes gifts | |
| But I'm mean, | |
| I hit 'em with a closed fist | |
| You a sucka, take a bitch on a trip | |
| I kick back and send a bitch to go get my stack | |
| And you'll never do that | |
| You're weak for a bitch, you better move back | |
| Why they always use you?‘ | |
| Cause you pay 'em, that's what they used to | |
| Man, bitches everywhere | |
| Treat niggaz like you like teddy bears | |
| You'll get to feel on her and touch her | |
| You always with her but you still ain't fucked her | |
| You fell in love with the bitch last summer | |
| I fucked her a few times then dumped her | |
| You tricks, always tryin' to find you a better hoe | |
| I told you never put the pussy on a pedestal | |
| Them nasty little cum freaks, | |
| F 'em!If they wasn't 'bout the money | |
| I left ’em | |
| Burn rubber, | |
| I'm drivin' fast | |
| That's my new motto 'cause it's time to smash | |
| I flew past still givin' it gas | |
| Made a right turn swingin' the ass | |
| I'm shittin' on 'em | |
| I'm shittin' on 'em | |
| I'm shittin' on 'em | |
| I'm shittin' on 'em | |
| I'm shittin' on ’em, bitch | |
| That's the sound of me wiping my ass with her face$hort dog shittin' on these hoes | |
| I'm shittin' on ’em, bitch |
| zuo ci : Bans, Shaws | |
| I' m a legend in the game, you can' t replace me | |
| I' m drivin' this car, don' t try to race me | |
| You' ll never win, | |
| I came straight from the coastline | |
| I got the most albums and the most rhymes | |
| I could die and you still won' t catch up | |
| How you gonna step up when you let them little heffers | |
| Dig in your pocket while they suckin' on your left nut | |
| You a soldier? | |
| Nigga I' m a vet, what? | |
| I' m old school with a new style | |
| Girls hear me rap and act too wild | |
| But that' s how | |
| I like ' em, what you wanna do now? | |
| Get you all alone girl and turn you out | |
| You want a man that do all he can | |
| Hold your hand and take you to the promised land | |
| But I refuse to help you get there | |
| Good luck, | |
| I hope you choose on the best player | |
| Shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em, bitch | |
| She said I' m too old, get fucked it' s too late | |
| She said tell hort it' s a new day | |
| Bitch, I say fuck what you say | |
| I' m from the | |
| Old Bay and the | |
| New BayWhen you make the wrong choice, who you gon' blame? | |
| I' m all in your ear tellin' you the wrong thing | |
| But you listen anyway, buyin' the dream | |
| You know about us pimps, we be lyin' and things | |
| I don' t wanna fight for the bitch | |
| JoeIt' s all about the game and who can spit the most | |
| I' m never too faded to hustle | |
| Ball up my fists and make the muscle | |
| I stay strapped, | |
| I don' t wanna tussle | |
| Fake ass bodyguard niggas wanna wrestle' | |
| Cause you think she' s likin' me | |
| She' s goin' hella stupid on this hyphy beat | |
| And now you wanna fight with me? | |
| Make me mad and | |
| I' ma fuck your wife to be | |
| I' m from the | |
| Eastside where the | |
| Raiders play | |
| Where you get your game from? | |
| I say the | |
| BayYou think | |
| I' ll square up? | |
| You can' t be hopin' | |
| I' m hard on a bitch, | |
| I was trained in | |
| OaklandI never turned in my player card | |
| Ask anybody, they' ll say | |
| I' m hardI' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em, bitch | |
| You so horny, tryin' to find you a bitch mayne | |
| I' m hustlin', | |
| I gotta stay rich mayne | |
| You friendly, like to buy hoes gifts | |
| But I' m mean, | |
| I hit ' em with a closed fist | |
| You a sucka, take a bitch on a trip | |
| I kick back and send a bitch to go get my stack | |
| And you' ll never do that | |
| You' re weak for a bitch, you better move back | |
| Why they always use you?' | |
| Cause you pay ' em, that' s what they used to | |
| Man, bitches everywhere | |
| Treat niggaz like you like teddy bears | |
| You' ll get to feel on her and touch her | |
| You always with her but you still ain' t fucked her | |
| You fell in love with the bitch last summer | |
| I fucked her a few times then dumped her | |
| You tricks, always tryin' to find you a better hoe | |
| I told you never put the pussy on a pedestal | |
| Them nasty little cum freaks, | |
| F ' em! If they wasn' t ' bout the money | |
| I left ' em | |
| Burn rubber, | |
| I' m drivin' fast | |
| That' s my new motto ' cause it' s time to smash | |
| I flew past still givin' it gas | |
| Made a right turn swingin' the ass | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em, bitch | |
| That' s the sound of me wiping my ass with her face hort dog shittin' on these hoes | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em, bitch |
| zuò cí : Bans, Shaws | |
| I' m a legend in the game, you can' t replace me | |
| I' m drivin' this car, don' t try to race me | |
| You' ll never win, | |
| I came straight from the coastline | |
| I got the most albums and the most rhymes | |
| I could die and you still won' t catch up | |
| How you gonna step up when you let them little heffers | |
| Dig in your pocket while they suckin' on your left nut | |
| You a soldier? | |
| Nigga I' m a vet, what? | |
| I' m old school with a new style | |
| Girls hear me rap and act too wild | |
| But that' s how | |
| I like ' em, what you wanna do now? | |
| Get you all alone girl and turn you out | |
| You want a man that do all he can | |
| Hold your hand and take you to the promised land | |
| But I refuse to help you get there | |
| Good luck, | |
| I hope you choose on the best player | |
| Shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em, bitch | |
| She said I' m too old, get fucked it' s too late | |
| She said tell hort it' s a new day | |
| Bitch, I say fuck what you say | |
| I' m from the | |
| Old Bay and the | |
| New BayWhen you make the wrong choice, who you gon' blame? | |
| I' m all in your ear tellin' you the wrong thing | |
| But you listen anyway, buyin' the dream | |
| You know about us pimps, we be lyin' and things | |
| I don' t wanna fight for the bitch | |
| JoeIt' s all about the game and who can spit the most | |
| I' m never too faded to hustle | |
| Ball up my fists and make the muscle | |
| I stay strapped, | |
| I don' t wanna tussle | |
| Fake ass bodyguard niggas wanna wrestle' | |
| Cause you think she' s likin' me | |
| She' s goin' hella stupid on this hyphy beat | |
| And now you wanna fight with me? | |
| Make me mad and | |
| I' ma fuck your wife to be | |
| I' m from the | |
| Eastside where the | |
| Raiders play | |
| Where you get your game from? | |
| I say the | |
| BayYou think | |
| I' ll square up? | |
| You can' t be hopin' | |
| I' m hard on a bitch, | |
| I was trained in | |
| OaklandI never turned in my player card | |
| Ask anybody, they' ll say | |
| I' m hardI' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em, bitch | |
| You so horny, tryin' to find you a bitch mayne | |
| I' m hustlin', | |
| I gotta stay rich mayne | |
| You friendly, like to buy hoes gifts | |
| But I' m mean, | |
| I hit ' em with a closed fist | |
| You a sucka, take a bitch on a trip | |
| I kick back and send a bitch to go get my stack | |
| And you' ll never do that | |
| You' re weak for a bitch, you better move back | |
| Why they always use you?' | |
| Cause you pay ' em, that' s what they used to | |
| Man, bitches everywhere | |
| Treat niggaz like you like teddy bears | |
| You' ll get to feel on her and touch her | |
| You always with her but you still ain' t fucked her | |
| You fell in love with the bitch last summer | |
| I fucked her a few times then dumped her | |
| You tricks, always tryin' to find you a better hoe | |
| I told you never put the pussy on a pedestal | |
| Them nasty little cum freaks, | |
| F ' em! If they wasn' t ' bout the money | |
| I left ' em | |
| Burn rubber, | |
| I' m drivin' fast | |
| That' s my new motto ' cause it' s time to smash | |
| I flew past still givin' it gas | |
| Made a right turn swingin' the ass | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em, bitch | |
| That' s the sound of me wiping my ass with her face hort dog shittin' on these hoes | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em, bitch |
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