Write a little save-a-ho speech all these fake-a** hoes...
Fake punk-a** b**hes...
Do you know what I mean, Vern?
f**in'em up like that, man...
$hort Dog's in the house, b**h!
She's a punk-a** b**h, ho, tramp and a s*ut
Took her to the hotel just to f**
Last night she licked all on my balls
p**y got wet like Niagara-falls
Dropped my drawls and b**h said: "sh**!"
Skinny mothaf**a with a fat-a** dick
It's like a T-P-treatment, thangs so foul
From the tip of my head to the crack of my a**
She got busy so I called to the crew
You b**hes know what to do
Hoes try to front like they ain't no tramps
Try to get that p**y and she say you can't
Me and my partners we got that game
Check a square-a** b**h and make her throw that thang
You wine and dine that nasty freak
Dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek
You never even know how she ran in the house
Jumped on the phone and started to burnin' me out
She kept beepin' so I made the call
b**h on the phone jackin' off
Sounded like she was havin' fun
Playin' with her pearl tongue
I said: "b**h, I'm on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went to work
I must to bust two nuts back to back
Never seen a b**h work head like that
She had me jumpin' out of my seat
Workin' her jaws to the beat
She was a good dicks**er, I can't lie
s**ed so good I thought I'd die
b**h blew me up and blew me down
All the way back to the Oakland-town
Baby started to singin': "I love you!"
Tellin' me things she wanted to do
If I needed some money come to her
Everythin' I want is everythin' I'm worth
And you know what I said? I told the b**h
I said: "b**h, I'm rich!"
f** these hoes, man...
I ain't trippin'...I'm like hell...
Long-hair s**ers...
I know you're fine, b**h
But you got no cash you need to get a job
But your lazy-a** try to juice me up
I ain't no punk
I put you in the rap with some serious funk
I wouldn't buy you a car, no diamonds and sh**
All the time talkin' about your fake-a** gifts
George bought you a ring, John bought you a chain
b**h, I'm buyin' you an ounce of this game
You better take it and shut the f** up
Stop runnin' your mouth like a s**a
Cause you's a punk b**h
It shows a mile away
Everythin' you say and everythin' you do
Makes you a punk b**h, no good, no doubt
All I gotta do is stick a dick in your mouth
Wanna give up the p**y, b**h, I pa**
You're too slim, I like your mama's a**
Pops came home, came up to show
Family in the backroom, I'm f**in'em both
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep by one room in to the next
Nothin' goin' on but some serious s**
Some of these hoes might think I'm played
Bald-head b**h need some dookie braids
Cause that nappy-hair don't even hit
What's cookin' in the kitchen
On the back of your neck
Like you burned the rice and wanna front on me
You could never f** with $hort, baby
I'm from the O-A-K-L-A-N-D
I slap you in the face with reality
These punk-a** hoes out there is sick
Happy walkin' around with a trippy dick
So beautiful fine young thang
To get that co*k was just like a dream
But now three days later ask Kool Moe
You feel burnin' sensation down below
You're a true blue victim of a punk-a** b**h
Thought she was a square and she gave you the sh**
So for all you hoes that live like this
All the homies in the house say: "punk-a** b**h!"