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Pimp ho

Its like Too Short raps around a while
I rocked to the and got my own style
Im the O city, and I said it before
I was born to mack, call me Short
You wanna get freaky? Look at the
We could do the nasty, but its nine
My starts at ten, I gots to go
the mack said, homie, pimp the ho
Check it out everybody, if you got two
Turn your radio up, Gog is here

If the aint kickin', pick up the phone
Dial 911, tell 'em, it on
Bumped a cute young in a tight red dress
She had a soft booty, and a big chest
She said, "I love you", it again
At the motel her and her friends
Like a Too rap, and everybody knows
Like the mack said, homie, the hoes
no need in playin' games, none at all
Fakin' like a giant when just too small

No need to rush, your time
To to the changes in my rhyme
To you rappers, your night
You all straight up on your mic
Im the best, but let me see
I a lotta money, could that be me?
He said, no, Im the king of the rap
Looked me in my eyes, said, with that
I said, hold on, buddy, dont talk junk
You drank two 40's, now you must be

He said, "Lets battle", I said, "Go"
Like the said, homie, I pimped the ho
All hail the king, go straight to
If your freakin' on a freaky tale
play your rap and take mine off
Before the bitch gets wet and still soft
No to rush, take your time
To adjust to the in my rhyme
I was on the turf, cold out
When a MC got hit in the mouth

Tryin' to out if he can hang with me
The boy got hooked on the dope beat
I said, bitch, what are you
It aint funny, cool, I aint
You never shoulda said I was fakin' the
You got socked straight in your face
Im the MC on a microphone
Now the MCs just leave me alone
They might on yours, but they cant get mine
Like the said, homie, pimp all the time

Im not talkin' 'bout in mini-skirts
When you pimp like me, put your mind to
Its 24 hoes, better known as tracks
When I grab mic, I spit these raps
I workin the hoes, and it just dont stop
Its on till the panties drop
Im sir, Too Short, like I
Bitch cant lick, dont give me
Had a fresh young tender, say her name
Its the old story, ran the same old game

She can more head than a well blows water
The girl wont stop she get started
Like the you married, I had to get with her
Aint no doubt, dog would get her
Im a player, I cant lie
call me playboy Short, and I told you why
Im a mack, so get
I put my tape in the in my Cadillac
And as my ride on definitely
I each word loud as can be

Im the T-double O, and I said
If girlfriends freakin', I accept all head
Scream out the combination, and I the lock
Plug in the mic jack, and then rock that
Back to back like the Oakland
In and out like crossfaders
Makin' people dance all the floor
Lovin rapper named sir Too Short
You got my bank, girl, no time to act silly
Im dynamite, baby, and my name Willy

Cold as hell, hard to
I spit raps and rock yo block
Hit the city talkin' 'bout, its on
And the next thing you know, the whole nations
Its too on the mic
And Im spittin' mo raps than any you like
So all you suckers-worth rappers, you hate my
All I gotta say is, dont fuck me
My game is tight, my is made
You can hate big Short, but I get paid

You say, I cant, I say you can
Show respect, little boy, when you deal a man
I saw you laughin' when you came in the
Punk, I start laughin' when I spit in face
See I know how I feel, I should be shut at
But Im a true MC, I rockin' on
I wont say Im best, wont Im bad
Im just a muthafucka with a hard-ass rap
Too Short comin' up
Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out butt
Be a man if you can, it might get worse
You be walkin' 'round town with a wig and a
No tellin' next, I dont know
the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho

Ill be to you
be good to me
Anything you
Or anything you

I got my eye on you
And Im you
Ill give you all my
You pimp that ho

Im never draggin' when Im rhymin', 'coz I a lotta money
I jump into my car, it if its sunny
Doggin' the freaks, and all that
Long haired hoes real big tits
Im a player, oh yes, I am
the microphone and start makin' grands
I a freak to her room, not a hotel trick
I chill out at the Motel Six

Im ridin in the car, and I cant be
Im the hardest muthafucka rappin' this town
My is sir too Short, and if you say, "So what?"
I look you in eye, and wouldnt give a fuck
I a California lifestyle, aint no trip
8 years on the mike, and aint it yet
So when you see me on stage, I wont you a kiss
I put my finger in the air and you just like this
Say

the ho