Pimp The Ho

Исполнитель: Too Short

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Опубликовано: 27.07.2007

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Pimp the ho Pimp that ho Its like too $hort raps been around a while I rocked to the beat and got my own style Im from the o city, and I said it before I was born to mack, call me playboy $hort You wanna get freaky? look at the time We could do the nasty, but its 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 aint 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 $hort rap, and everybody knows Like the mack said, homie, pimp the hoes Aint no need in playin games, none at all Fakin like a giant when youre just too small No need to rush, take your time To adjust to the changes in my rhyme To you rappers - tonights your night You all jump straight up on your mic Screamin "im the best", but let me see I make a lotta money, could that be me? He said, "hell no, Im the king of the rap" Looked me in my eyes, said, "deal with that" I said, "hold on, buddy, dont talk that junk You drank two 40s, now you must be drunk" He said, "lets battle", I said "go" Like the mack said, homie, I pimped the ho All hail the king, go straight to hell If your girlfriends freakin on a freaky tale Better play your rap and take mine off Before the bitch gets wet and youre 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 aint funny, cool, I aint jokin You never shoulda said I was fakin the place You wouldnta got socked straight in your face Im the coldest mc on a microphone Now the sucker mcs just leave me alone They might suck on yours, but they cant get mine Like the mack said, homie, pimp all the time Im not talkin bout hookers in mini-skirts When you pimp like me, put your mind to work Its like 24 hoes, better known as tracks When I grab that mic I spit these raps I start workin the hoes, and it just dont stop Its goin on till the panties drop Im sir too $hort, like I said Bitch cant lick, dont give me head Had a fresh young tender, wont say her name Its the same old story, ran the same old game She can blow more head than a well blows water The girl wont stop when she get started Like the freak you married, I had to get with her Aint no doubt, short dog would get her Im a cold player, I cant lie They call me playboy $hort, and I told you why Im a mack, so get back I put my tape in the deck in my cadillac And as my ride goes on definitely I speak each word loud as can be Im the t-double o, and like I said If your girlfriends 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 $hort You got my bank, little girl, no time to act silly Im dynamite, baby, and my name aint willy Cold as hell, hard to stop I spit these raps and rock yo block Hit the city talkin bout, its goin on And the next thing you know, the whole nations gone Its too $hort on the mic And Im spittin mo raps than any rapper you like So all you suckers-worth rappers, you hate my beat All I gotta say is, dont fuck with me My game is tight, my bank is made You can hate big $hort, but I still get paid You say, "i cant", 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 Im a true mc, I keep rockin on I wont say Im best, wont declare Im bad Im just a rappin muthafucka with a hard-ass rap Too $hort cold comin up Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your butt Be a man if you can, cause it might get worse You be walkin round town with a wig and a purse No tellin whats next, I dont know Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho (Ill be good to you Youll be good to me Anything you want Or anything you need I got my eye on you And Im into you Ill give you all my dough You just pimp that ho) Im never draggin when Im rhymin, cause I make a lotta money I jump in my car, drop it if its sunny Doggin the freaks, and all that shit Long haired hoes with real big tits Im a eastside player oh yes, I am Grab the microphone and start makin grands I take a freak to her room, not a hotel trick I cold chill out at the motel six Im ridin in the car, and I cant be found Im the hardest muthafucka rappin from this town My name is sir too $hort, and if you say so what? I look you in your eye, and wouldnt give a fuck I live a california lifestyle, aint no trip 8 years on the mike, and aint faked it yet So when you see me on stage, I wont blow you a kiss I put my finger in the air and tell you just like this Say bitch Pimp the ho

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