Ted Bohanon - Dope Fiend Beat lyrics

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 teasing b**hes never f** I seen a long-hair b**h, working extensions Her hair ain't really but two inches All you bald-head hoes in the Oakland world Running 'round 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 a worm You bald-head b**h, you need a perm So much game when the homies tough I make a b**h blow who never s**s It really ain't a lie, but I just met her Now I'm saying, "b**h, s** better!" f** you, stupid ho, tell me just what you know I came to the party and turned it out You said, "Ooh, he's got a dirty mouth!" But, b**h, I kept talking sh** Mother f** you, damn sh**-head b**h I want a bl**job and I'm not kidding Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinning I'm that n***a you'll answer to If I say, "b**h, jump!", that's what you'll do I'm a fast talking con man blowing your mind Breaking you and your cousin at the same time With my dirty rap coming out my mouth And you know damn well what I'm talking about I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold So mother f** you, b**h, goddamn a** ho The dope fiend beat... For all you junkies to just rock... 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's 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 Of 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 a soda I straight start aiming, woops I missed Get back b**h, we'll never kiss I say she looks so good and she's so thick But, man oh man, that b**h can lick If I want it I could rock her But I can't f** no-head doctor b**hes don't know that Too $hort's tip You might get G'd 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, well I'll do you So the game jumps off when the b**h is through 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, playing just like that I'm the best of the greatest of the ice cold rap And, b**h, you're just a b**h You work fast food and you think you're rich You see, my game don't stop when it's on the one I love to see you when you work that tongue Getting real busy in the back of the car Rolling down the Skyline Boulevard I said, "b**h, what are you smoking?" A big fat dick in the big East Oakland I see my homie, he needs to quit He was walking down the street with a big fat b**h Maybe I'm wrong he might collect 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 Star Wires and Vogue tires 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's the time Bust a left nut, right nut, in her jaw Opened my eye, guess what I saw b**hes on my mind Grabbed the microphone then I started to rhyme What would life be if it wasn't Too $hort It'd be nothing but rappers from the old New York But that's not likely and there's no doubt b**hes like me cause I'm turning it out I'm here, there, everywhere Sporting fat rope, babies, I'm a mother f**ing player Recognize game when it's in your face As you dip to the beat when you feel the ba** Crank it up loud, would be doing fine Pose like a pimp and check my rhyme Some young tender doesn't like this beat But a b**h ain't nothing 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, you can't speak English but we don't talk 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, all you b**hes I tell a story 'bout 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 want to come. well that ain't sh** I just drop a few lines and then call her a b**h... b**h!