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!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
