Pimp the Ho Lyrics
| Song | Pimp the Ho |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Album | Life Is...Too Short |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Shaw | |
| Pimp the ho | |
| Pimp that ho | |
| It’s like | |
| Too Short raps been around a while | |
| I rocked to the beat and got my own style | |
| I’m from the | |
| O city, and | |
| I said it before | |
| I was born to mack, call me | |
| Playboy Short | |
| You wanna get freaky? | |
| Look at the time | |
| We could do the nasty, but it’s almost nine | |
| My show starts at ten, | |
| I gots to go | |
| Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho | |
| Check it out everybody, if you got two ears | |
| Turn your radio up, | |
| Short Gog is here | |
| If the bass ain’t kickin', pick up the phone | |
| Dial 911, tell 'em, turn it on | |
| Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red dress | |
| She had a soft booty, and a real big chest | |
| She said, "I love you", said it again | |
| At the motel freaked her and her friends | |
| Like a Too | |
| Short rap, and everybody knows | |
| Like the mack said, homie, pimp the hoes | |
| Ain’t no need in playin' games, none at all | |
| Fakin' like a giant when you’re just too small | |
| No need to rush, take your time | |
| To adjust to the changes in my rhyme | |
| To you rappers, tonight’s your night | |
| You all jump straight up on your mic | |
| Screamin' | |
| I’m the best, but let me see | |
| I make a lotta money, could that be me? | |
| He said, hell no, | |
| I’m the king of the rap | |
| Looked me in my eyes, said, deal with that | |
| I said, hold on, buddy, don’t talk that junk | |
| You drank two 40's, now you must be drunk | |
| He said, "Let’s battle", | |
| I said, "Go" | |
| Like the Mack said, homie, | |
| I pimped the ho | |
| All hail the king, go straight to hell | |
| If your girlfriend’s freakin' on a freaky tale | |
| Better play your rap and take mine off | |
| Before the bitch gets wet and you’re still soft | |
| No need to rush, take your time | |
| To adjust to the changes in my rhyme | |
| I was on the turf, cold chillin' out | |
| When a sucker | |
| MC got hit in the mouth | |
| Tryin' to find out if he can hang with me | |
| The boy got hooked on the dope fiend beat | |
| I said, bitch, what are you smokin'? | |
| It ain’t funny, cool, | |
| I ain’t jokin' | |
| You never shoulda said | |
| I was fakin' the place | |
| You wouldn’ta got socked straight in your face | |
| I’m the coldest | |
| MC on a microphone | |
| Now the sucker | |
| MC’s just leave me alone | |
| They might suck on yours, but they can’t get mine | |
| Like the Mack said, homie, pimp all the time | |
| I’m not talkin' 'bout hookers in mini-skirts | |
| When you pimp like me, put your mind to work | |
| It’s like 24 hoes, better known as tracks | |
| When I grab that mic, | |
| I spit these raps | |
| I start workin the hoes, and it just don’t stop | |
| It’s goin' on till the panties drop | |
| I’m sir, Too | |
| Short, like | |
| I saidBitch can’t lick, don’t give me head | |
| Had a fresh young tender, won’t say her name | |
| It’s the same old story, ran the same old game | |
| She can blow more head than a well blows water | |
| The girl won’t stop when she get started | |
| Like the freak you married, | |
| I had to get with her | |
| Ain’t no doubt, short dog would get her | |
| I’m a cold player, | |
| I can’t lie | |
| They call me playboy | |
| Short, and | |
| I told you why | |
| I’m a mack, so get back | |
| I put my tape in the deck in my | |
| CadillacAnd as my ride goes on definitely | |
| I speak each word loud as can be | |
| I’m the T-double | |
| O, and like | |
| I saidIf your girlfriend’s freakin', | |
| I accept all head | |
| Scream out the combination, and | |
| I open the lock | |
| Plug in the mic jack, and then rock that cock | |
| Back to back like the | |
| Oakland Raiders | |
| In and out like your crossfaders | |
| Makin' people dance all over the floor | |
| Lovin that rapper named sir | |
| Too ShortYou got my bank, little girl, no time to act silly | |
| I’m dynamite, baby, and my name ain’t | |
| WillyCold as hell, hard to stop | |
| I spit these raps and rock yo block | |
| Hit the city talkin' 'bout, it’s goin' on | |
| And the next thing you know, the whole nation’s gone | |
| It’s too Short on the mic | |
| And I’m spittin' mo’ raps than any rapper you like | |
| So all you suckers-worth rappers, you hate my beat | |
| All I gotta say is, don’t fuck with me | |
| My game is tight, my bank is made | |
| You can hate big | |
| Short, but | |
| I still get paid | |
| You say, I can’t, | |
| I say you can | |
| Show respect, little boy, when you deal with a man | |
| I saw you laughin' when you came in the place | |
| Punk, I start laughin' when | |
| I spit in your face | |
| See I know how | |
| I feel, I should be shut at dawn | |
| But I’m a true | |
| MC, I keep rockin' on | |
| I won’t say | |
| I’m best, won’t declare | |
| I’m badI’m just a rappin' muthafucka with a hard-ass rap | |
| Too Short cold comin' up | |
| Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your butt | |
| Be a man if you can, 'coz it might get worse | |
| You be walkin' 'round town with a wig and a purse | |
| No tellin' what’s next, | |
| I don’t know | |
| Like the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho | |
| I’ll be good to you | |
| You’ll be good to me | |
| Anything you want | |
| Or anything you need | |
| I got my eye on you | |
| And I’m into you | |
| I’ll give you all my dough | |
| You just pimp that ho | |
| I’m never draggin' when | |
| I’m rhymin', 'coz | |
| I make a lotta money | |
| I jump into my car, drop it if it’s sunny | |
| Doggin' the freaks, and all that shit | |
| Long haired hoes with real big tits | |
| I’m a eastside player, oh yes, | |
| I amGrab the microphone and start makin' grands | |
| I take a freak to her room, not a hotel trick | |
| I cold chill out at the | |
| Motel SixI’m ridin in the car, and | |
| I can’t be found | |
| I’m the hardest muthafucka rappin' from this town | |
| My name is sir too | |
| Short, and if you say, "So what?" | |
| I look you in your eye, and wouldn’t give a fuck | |
| I live a California lifestyle, ain’t no trip8 years on the mike, and ain’t faked it yet | |
| So when you see me on stage, | |
| I won’t blow you a kiss | |
| I put my finger in the air and tell you just like this | |
| Say bitchPimp the ho |
| zuo ci : Shaw | |
| Pimp the ho | |
| Pimp that ho | |
| It' s like | |
| Too Short raps been around a while | |
| I rocked to the beat and got my own style | |
| I' m from the | |
| O city, and | |
| I said it before | |
| I was born to mack, call me | |
| Playboy Short | |
| You wanna get freaky? | |
| Look at the time | |
| We could do the nasty, but it' s almost nine | |
| My show starts at ten, | |
| I gots to go | |
| Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho | |
| Check it out everybody, if you got two ears | |
| Turn your radio up, | |
| Short Gog is here | |
| If the bass ain' t kickin', pick up the phone | |
| Dial 911, tell ' em, turn it on | |
| Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red dress | |
| She had a soft booty, and a real big chest | |
| She said, " I love you", said it again | |
| At the motel freaked her and her friends | |
| Like a Too | |
| Short rap, and everybody knows | |
| Like the mack said, homie, pimp the hoes | |
| Ain' t no need in playin' games, none at all | |
| Fakin' like a giant when you' re just too small | |
| No need to rush, take your time | |
| To adjust to the changes in my rhyme | |
| To you rappers, tonight' s your night | |
| You all jump straight up on your mic | |
| Screamin' | |
| I' m the best, but let me see | |
| I make a lotta money, could that be me? | |
| He said, hell no, | |
| I' m the king of the rap | |
| Looked me in my eyes, said, deal with that | |
| I said, hold on, buddy, don' t talk that junk | |
| You drank two 40' s, now you must be drunk | |
| He said, " Let' s battle", | |
| I said, " Go" | |
| Like the Mack said, homie, | |
| I pimped the ho | |
| All hail the king, go straight to hell | |
| If your girlfriend' s freakin' on a freaky tale | |
| Better play your rap and take mine off | |
| Before the bitch gets wet and you' re still soft | |
| No need to rush, take your time | |
| To adjust to the changes in my rhyme | |
| I was on the turf, cold chillin' out | |
| When a sucker | |
| MC got hit in the mouth | |
| Tryin' to find out if he can hang with me | |
| The boy got hooked on the dope fiend beat | |
| I said, bitch, what are you smokin'? | |
| It ain' t funny, cool, | |
| I ain' t jokin' | |
| You never shoulda said | |
| I was fakin' the place | |
| You wouldn' ta got socked straight in your face | |
| I' m the coldest | |
| MC on a microphone | |
| Now the sucker | |
| MC' s just leave me alone | |
| They might suck on yours, but they can' t get mine | |
| Like the Mack said, homie, pimp all the time | |
| I' m not talkin' ' bout hookers in miniskirts | |
| When you pimp like me, put your mind to work | |
| It' s like 24 hoes, better known as tracks | |
| When I grab that mic, | |
| I spit these raps | |
| I start workin the hoes, and it just don' t stop | |
| It' s goin' on till the panties drop | |
| I' m sir, Too | |
| Short, like | |
| I saidBitch can' t lick, don' t give me head | |
| Had a fresh young tender, won' t say her name | |
| It' s the same old story, ran the same old game | |
| She can blow more head than a well blows water | |
| The girl won' t stop when she get started | |
| Like the freak you married, | |
| I had to get with her | |
| Ain' t no doubt, short dog would get her | |
| I' m a cold player, | |
| I can' t lie | |
| They call me playboy | |
| Short, and | |
| I told you why | |
| I' m a mack, so get back | |
| I put my tape in the deck in my | |
| CadillacAnd as my ride goes on definitely | |
| I speak each word loud as can be | |
| I' m the Tdouble | |
| O, and like | |
| I saidIf your girlfriend' s freakin', | |
| I accept all head | |
| Scream out the combination, and | |
| I open the lock | |
| Plug in the mic jack, and then rock that cock | |
| Back to back like the | |
| Oakland Raiders | |
| In and out like your crossfaders | |
| Makin' people dance all over the floor | |
| Lovin that rapper named sir | |
| Too ShortYou got my bank, little girl, no time to act silly | |
| I' m dynamite, baby, and my name ain' t | |
| WillyCold as hell, hard to stop | |
| I spit these raps and rock yo block | |
| Hit the city talkin' ' bout, it' s goin' on | |
| And the next thing you know, the whole nation' s gone | |
| It' s too Short on the mic | |
| And I' m spittin' mo' raps than any rapper you like | |
| So all you suckersworth rappers, you hate my beat | |
| All I gotta say is, don' t fuck with me | |
| My game is tight, my bank is made | |
| You can hate big | |
| Short, but | |
| I still get paid | |
| You say, I can' t, | |
| I say you can | |
| Show respect, little boy, when you deal with a man | |
| I saw you laughin' when you came in the place | |
| Punk, I start laughin' when | |
| I spit in your face | |
| See I know how | |
| I feel, I should be shut at dawn | |
| But I' m a true | |
| MC, I keep rockin' on | |
| I won' t say | |
| I' m best, won' t declare | |
| I' m badI' m just a rappin' muthafucka with a hardass rap | |
| Too Short cold comin' up | |
| Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your butt | |
| Be a man if you can, ' coz it might get worse | |
| You be walkin' ' round town with a wig and a purse | |
| No tellin' what' s next, | |
| I don' t know | |
| Like the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho | |
| I' ll be good to you | |
| You' ll be good to me | |
| Anything you want | |
| Or anything you need | |
| I got my eye on you | |
| And I' m into you | |
| I' ll give you all my dough | |
| You just pimp that ho | |
| I' m never draggin' when | |
| I' m rhymin', ' coz | |
| I make a lotta money | |
| I jump into my car, drop it if it' s sunny | |
| Doggin' the freaks, and all that shit | |
| Long haired hoes with real big tits | |
| I' m a eastside player, oh yes, | |
| I amGrab the microphone and start makin' grands | |
| I take a freak to her room, not a hotel trick | |
| I cold chill out at the | |
| Motel SixI' m ridin in the car, and | |
| I can' t be found | |
| I' m the hardest muthafucka rappin' from this town | |
| My name is sir too | |
| Short, and if you say, " So what?" | |
| I look you in your eye, and wouldn' t give a fuck | |
| I live a California lifestyle, ain' t no trip8 years on the mike, and ain' t faked it yet | |
| So when you see me on stage, | |
| I won' t blow you a kiss | |
| I put my finger in the air and tell you just like this | |
| Say bitchPimp the ho |
| zuò cí : Shaw | |
| Pimp the ho | |
| Pimp that ho | |
| It' s like | |
| Too Short raps been around a while | |
| I rocked to the beat and got my own style | |
| I' m from the | |
| O city, and | |
| I said it before | |
| I was born to mack, call me | |
| Playboy Short | |
| You wanna get freaky? | |
| Look at the time | |
| We could do the nasty, but it' s almost nine | |
| My show starts at ten, | |
| I gots to go | |
| Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho | |
| Check it out everybody, if you got two ears | |
| Turn your radio up, | |
| Short Gog is here | |
| If the bass ain' t kickin', pick up the phone | |
| Dial 911, tell ' em, turn it on | |
| Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red dress | |
| She had a soft booty, and a real big chest | |
| She said, " I love you", said it again | |
| At the motel freaked her and her friends | |
| Like a Too | |
| Short rap, and everybody knows | |
| Like the mack said, homie, pimp the hoes | |
| Ain' t no need in playin' games, none at all | |
| Fakin' like a giant when you' re just too small | |
| No need to rush, take your time | |
| To adjust to the changes in my rhyme | |
| To you rappers, tonight' s your night | |
| You all jump straight up on your mic | |
| Screamin' | |
| I' m the best, but let me see | |
| I make a lotta money, could that be me? | |
| He said, hell no, | |
| I' m the king of the rap | |
| Looked me in my eyes, said, deal with that | |
| I said, hold on, buddy, don' t talk that junk | |
| You drank two 40' s, now you must be drunk | |
| He said, " Let' s battle", | |
| I said, " Go" | |
| Like the Mack said, homie, | |
| I pimped the ho | |
| All hail the king, go straight to hell | |
| If your girlfriend' s freakin' on a freaky tale | |
| Better play your rap and take mine off | |
| Before the bitch gets wet and you' re still soft | |
| No need to rush, take your time | |
| To adjust to the changes in my rhyme | |
| I was on the turf, cold chillin' out | |
| When a sucker | |
| MC got hit in the mouth | |
| Tryin' to find out if he can hang with me | |
| The boy got hooked on the dope fiend beat | |
| I said, bitch, what are you smokin'? | |
| It ain' t funny, cool, | |
| I ain' t jokin' | |
| You never shoulda said | |
| I was fakin' the place | |
| You wouldn' ta got socked straight in your face | |
| I' m the coldest | |
| MC on a microphone | |
| Now the sucker | |
| MC' s just leave me alone | |
| They might suck on yours, but they can' t get mine | |
| Like the Mack said, homie, pimp all the time | |
| I' m not talkin' ' bout hookers in miniskirts | |
| When you pimp like me, put your mind to work | |
| It' s like 24 hoes, better known as tracks | |
| When I grab that mic, | |
| I spit these raps | |
| I start workin the hoes, and it just don' t stop | |
| It' s goin' on till the panties drop | |
| I' m sir, Too | |
| Short, like | |
| I saidBitch can' t lick, don' t give me head | |
| Had a fresh young tender, won' t say her name | |
| It' s the same old story, ran the same old game | |
| She can blow more head than a well blows water | |
| The girl won' t stop when she get started | |
| Like the freak you married, | |
| I had to get with her | |
| Ain' t no doubt, short dog would get her | |
| I' m a cold player, | |
| I can' t lie | |
| They call me playboy | |
| Short, and | |
| I told you why | |
| I' m a mack, so get back | |
| I put my tape in the deck in my | |
| CadillacAnd as my ride goes on definitely | |
| I speak each word loud as can be | |
| I' m the Tdouble | |
| O, and like | |
| I saidIf your girlfriend' s freakin', | |
| I accept all head | |
| Scream out the combination, and | |
| I open the lock | |
| Plug in the mic jack, and then rock that cock | |
| Back to back like the | |
| Oakland Raiders | |
| In and out like your crossfaders | |
| Makin' people dance all over the floor | |
| Lovin that rapper named sir | |
| Too ShortYou got my bank, little girl, no time to act silly | |
| I' m dynamite, baby, and my name ain' t | |
| WillyCold as hell, hard to stop | |
| I spit these raps and rock yo block | |
| Hit the city talkin' ' bout, it' s goin' on | |
| And the next thing you know, the whole nation' s gone | |
| It' s too Short on the mic | |
| And I' m spittin' mo' raps than any rapper you like | |
| So all you suckersworth rappers, you hate my beat | |
| All I gotta say is, don' t fuck with me | |
| My game is tight, my bank is made | |
| You can hate big | |
| Short, but | |
| I still get paid | |
| You say, I can' t, | |
| I say you can | |
| Show respect, little boy, when you deal with a man | |
| I saw you laughin' when you came in the place | |
| Punk, I start laughin' when | |
| I spit in your face | |
| See I know how | |
| I feel, I should be shut at dawn | |
| But I' m a true | |
| MC, I keep rockin' on | |
| I won' t say | |
| I' m best, won' t declare | |
| I' m badI' m just a rappin' muthafucka with a hardass rap | |
| Too Short cold comin' up | |
| Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your butt | |
| Be a man if you can, ' coz it might get worse | |
| You be walkin' ' round town with a wig and a purse | |
| No tellin' what' s next, | |
| I don' t know | |
| Like the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho | |
| I' ll be good to you | |
| You' ll be good to me | |
| Anything you want | |
| Or anything you need | |
| I got my eye on you | |
| And I' m into you | |
| I' ll give you all my dough | |
| You just pimp that ho | |
| I' m never draggin' when | |
| I' m rhymin', ' coz | |
| I make a lotta money | |
| I jump into my car, drop it if it' s sunny | |
| Doggin' the freaks, and all that shit | |
| Long haired hoes with real big tits | |
| I' m a eastside player, oh yes, | |
| I amGrab the microphone and start makin' grands | |
| I take a freak to her room, not a hotel trick | |
| I cold chill out at the | |
| Motel SixI' m ridin in the car, and | |
| I can' t be found | |
| I' m the hardest muthafucka rappin' from this town | |
| My name is sir too | |
| Short, and if you say, " So what?" | |
| I look you in your eye, and wouldn' t give a fuck | |
| I live a California lifestyle, ain' t no trip8 years on the mike, and ain' t faked it yet | |
| So when you see me on stage, | |
| I won' t blow you a kiss | |
| I put my finger in the air and tell you just like this | |
| Say bitchPimp the ho |
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