Too $hort (too Short) - Sheesh lyrics

[[WORK IN PROGRESS]] [Intro] Yeah we mobbin' Making history E-40, Too Short What's up Sam Bostick on the motha f**in blap Sheesh f**in' them up like this n that (that) f**in' them up like this n that (like that) Spit somethin right quick Spit somthin pimp [Verse 1: E-40] Look And a lot has moved but i scored a range rover ow I used to school to bus America got hosted n my boxer breather is were I tuck it I won't ever be sober I'm always drunk as f** Got an add with all my anckles She freaky breath look like the b**h from with the thrus of calisia Her goochy on fire she got that dragon crip I got her fists n so what? n a bag of lettuce I'll be there in a second be patient I'm really still at the house playin play station Well hittin' the bong and shootin the dice in the garage Smoking along it been a little bu*t getting a ma**age Sometimes I lie like a loyar saying things I shouldn't have But thats what happens when your livin pushin bags My motion like the ocean Her legs tho p**y creamy as f** like ola volailo (Sheesh) [Hook:] [Verse 2: Too Short] I'm in Vegas With a few freaks In a big a** room thats really to sweets Connected layed out like a pent out b**h said daddy pull your friend out Now I'm layin in the bed gettin some head and the party ain't even started sh** But that's my life i gotta live it I get up every day n tryn to get it And if she ain't with it i just come up to the b**hes You all makin faces but y'all no what this is This is vicious sertivide pimp sh** If you see a b**h with me she ain't inesent So if you wana take her She's a money maker You gotta put her in the oven like a honey baker Cuz' shes hot, burnin' up Like this b turn if you wanna it up [Hook:] [Verse 3: E-40] Let me telll yu some real sh** tho f**in' is my favourite sport drinkin is my second Keep my mouth shut if the po po ask me questions What happens on the soil stays on the soil What else Keep your mouth shut if you see some stuff on foil Talkin' to the police and tv reporters I'll getchyou f**ed n itll make your long life shorter I know a n***a that got shot in his toe and died I know a n***a that got shot in his frow (thought) still alive [Verse 4: Too Short] We don't stand toll free music we in the mix hells dope in the truck like wicks Old school west coast n***as mu f**us with yo money you better batch those n***as Tell him rymes for his life There's some k**ers on the street Havin' fun every night its crazy You never know whats gunna happen Make them every day and keep rappin (sheesh) [Hook:]