b**h, funky fresh from oakland, california...
Dangerous music and it don't stop to the beat, baby...
b**hes on my mind
I can't hold back, now's the time
All you loud-mouth b**hes talk too much
And you dick teasin' b**hes never f**
I seen long-hair b**hes, 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 n***as like myself
Get a bald-head and say: 'go to hell!'
But you's a snake, you's the one
You bald-head b**h, you need a perm
So much game when the homies tough
I make a b**h go who never s**s
It really ain't life but I just met her
Now I'm sayin': 'b**h, s** better!'
f** 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, b**h, I kept talkin' sh**
Mothaf** you, damn sh**-head b**h
I wanna bl**job and I'm not kiddin'
Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin'
I'm that n***a you'll answer to
If I say: 'b**h, 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 mothaf** you, b**h, goddamn a** hoe
The dope fiend beat...
For all you junkies to just ride...
H-e-a-d, I need a doctor just for me
To s** my dick like a vet
To give me head until I sweat
She gotta s** dick
So I can tell all my homies just what she did
She s**ed and s**ed and she's a b**h to the beat
I'm too $hort, I said my name is too $hort and it don't stop
I love you b**hes for the bl**jobs
I just laugh over and over
When the b**h drinks s**m like it's soda
I straight start aimin', would I miss?
Get back b**h, I wouldn't never kiss
I say she looks so good and she's so big
But, man oh man, that b**h can wimp
If I wanna I could rock her
But I can't f** no-head doctor
b**hes don't know that's too $hort's tip
You might get geed if you don't s** dick
But I'm so fresh, I'm so down
I tell you b**hes the other way around
If you do me first then I do you
So the game jumps up when the b**h 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 b**h broken
I tell you, baby, playin' just like that
I'm the best of the players to the ice cold vet
And, b**h, you just a b**h
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: 'b**h, 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 b**h, 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, b**hes, nasty freaks
My raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats...
She's a b**h to the dope fiend beat...
All you junkies just ride...
b**hes 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
b**hes 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
b**hes like me cause I'm turnin' it out
I'm here, there, everywhere
Sportin' fat gold rope, I'm a mothaf**in' player
Recognize game when it's on your face
As you dip to the beat and you feel the ba**
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 b**h 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 b**hes
I tell you a story of rags to riches
So check it out, freak nasty
I know you're fine but you look like la**ie
b**h, 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 sh**
I just drop a few lines and then call her b**h...
b**h!