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