Too $hort (too Short) - Can I Get a b**h lyrics

(Ant Banks) Its been a long time kickin this and everybody knows it Oaktown still in the house, but I suppose its Time for some more sh** So yo peep the flow b**h and I'll be the motherf**kin host with the most dick So now you know it ain't a damn thang changed up Stayin true to the streets since we came up So blame us for givin you the game plus Much ba** now the name is just Dangerous So here we go, its time for some new sh** From 94 to 95 we can do this So n***a just love this with no playa hation Cause we gets respect all over the nation Still in this to win this so you can pretend this Beat this like my dick in yo mouth, until I'm finished The sh** goes on and on and on But when you gets no promotion That a** is gone In the studio all day puttin in work Hoes didn't give a f**k and man that sh** hurts Used and abused no pain no gain Sure them hoes tried to play us, but we still in the game (Short Dawg) Still in the game, after all these years Been bumpin so long I can hardly hear Still got the same flow that I used to have You can clown if you want, but don't do it too fast Cause I'm gone slow it way down, than shoot your a** And send you wanna be pimps, back to cla** Cause Ant Banks been making these beats too long You trying to get with these funky songs But the formulas patented, we ain't havin it Game is all we spit Keep on mackin b**h You can't make it hard Can't tell a motherf**ker how to play this part Call me Short Dawg baby of the Dangerous Crew Talkin on the Mobil Ant Banks came through Ridin in a brand new Benz A n***a like that might have a few ends No sh** b**h, stupid hoe You spent your last 10 years in the studio We ain't no punks We can't be played Still in the game, still gettin paid You know we got all the hoes More hoes than Swiss cheese n***a Ant Banks you wanna hoe, you wanna b**h? Chorus: Well can I get a b**h (b**h) n***a can I get a b**h (b**h) $hort give me a b**h (b**h) Banks jump yo fat a** in the mix (Ant Banks) Yeah the sh** gets hectic, but you gots to accept it 10 years chillin in the game, well respected But check this, some n***az don't give a f**k Never be givin us props, see we don't stop cause we don't give a f**k We gets paid, so tell me what a n***a know We hit him low with the ba**, than we get more Number one album, so where the f**k you at? Doing sit-ups, stay off my dick still tryin to rap Damn, we never ballin out of control We open doors for the motherf**kin O Now lets roll Everybody up cause we all got to get it And when you get your motherf**kin chance n***a spit it So listen to what I'm tellin G, come with the melody Or keep yo skin tight so you can have longetivity Like the Bad Ass, sh** I had to earn that name Some love it some hate it, but I'm still in the game Chorus (Short Dawg) Young n***a in the fifth grade, stealin cigarettes At ten years old, he was a real vet Sellin gold weed, makin money like a star Wasn't old enough to drive, but I still bought a car Ten years later, he was sellin coke F**k with the n***a he was k**in folks Had to do a couple of n***as or he would've caught the crome Hopped on the plane, straight got gone 10 years on the run, still in the game Bounce back through the town ain't nothin change Caught a murder beef, but the sh** was weak Charges got dropped in less than two weeks n***a went through alot, but his bnk is fat Tried to catch him up with them wiretaps But that snitch thean told Its simple and plain You can clown all you want, but we still in the game Somebody say b**h (b**h) Somebody say b**h (b**h) Somebody say b**h b**h (b**h b**h) Now let me hear y'all scream (hooo) Scream (hooo) Ant Banks and Short Dawg in the house fool and we mackin