Too $hort (too Short) - Giving Up The Funk lyrics

Mc Breed: - Hell yeah - We got Ant Banks in the house, Peewee in the house, Goldie in the house - And we damn sure got Short Dawg in the house - And I am the forever lastin Breed hahaha Chorus:(Repeat 2X) Ohhhh, givin up the funk Short Dawg: Now I'm about to get with this funk sh** And talk real bad to a punk b**h Cause I'm that n***a she'll dream about Stickin my dick all in her mouth Cause that p**y don't last and I'm on the hunt b**hes like that is all I want But you playin that roll and can't say why b**h get wit it lets f** tonight It ain't cool, don't come with that sh** I'll f** that fat a** from the back b**h Tappin that a** like Gregory Hines You can have this dick, but them legs is mine b**h, the pimp game is the motto I'll put you in the back of my El Dorado Make that money so the story goes Ride that b**h like a set of vols Dip in dip out of that traffic jam Freaky little b**h gotta have it man She like to get that money from all you tricks sh** sound better than Parliament I heard you was a hoe Where's ya pimp? b**h chose me and quit f**in with him Old once a month funky c*** bleedin b**h Can't do sh** except make me rich Yep Chorus: Peewee: You love to f** around for free But now you f**in round with Peewee And being fine just ain't enough hoe you's a diamond in the rough So I'm sendin yo a** to D. C. Get me some cash to get my? Indica? Make my cd's, you tossin senators You can't get crossed up with the pd's They payin a cost to get g'd You got frost on your knees f**in and s**in them d's They usually be havin you cheesin I got the hook up for s**ers Skeezin for fees and you just send me them duckets I'm buying beatin disease You tellim me what you want b**h You givin up the funk But you gotta pay a lump To this n***a name Peewee From the are-I-C-H-M-O-N-D b**h you can't hang with me cause yo a** is scandalous b**h f** it damn, that's the end These b**hes want these inches off the dick, cause I'm with the Dangerous Crew Motherf**er you's a punk and I can't hang with you Ant Banks: Yo, be comin straight out the p**y Holdin my nut sack, quick let me bust that rap How hoes get cussed at Rashy, you was a warthog, now you's a muskrat So tramp, I?? Your tramp to much bleedin Tryin to pursue me, screw me do me Wanted to do me, started to chew me, then she blew me Ya'll stay off my level six You can't proceed I'm like a rebel kid Makin the devil get Mad, when the ba** and treble hit So wise up Keepin yo eyes up I'm lookin for b**hes and b**hes to size up I bust one and thumps one I bust two and rise up I'm ready to slide my dick in something hot as wet as you I bet its you I'm with the Dangerous Crew, so let us through Give up the p**y, give up the head Drop yo panties and rub your c*** Do the splits, rub your tits Yeah, I like the freaky sh** So give it up to me straggla f** the cheese and bragger Before I knock her out, beat her down and drag her Cause n***as be takin the p**y Just give it up to me b**h Don't fight it The last b**h that tried it, don't fight it I'm just like a bloodhound You lick my balls and give me a rub down You want me to eat your p**y, but you stank b**h Go scrub down I get up inside the p**y, spend my day in it Lay in it, play in it Wake up and go to sleep and still stay in it Imagine my dick's the basketball Yo p**y is the basket I'm a dunk, smell the room you stank b**h Cause you gave up the funk Chorus: M. C. Breed Now as I slde on this track, I won't be dissin no b**hes I'll just be clockin my riches Now bare witness as I spit this sh** that give you the mumps, cause it bumps so tremendously And n***as be knowin they flowin up tigh as they pretend to be Some sh** that they ain't Some n***as front, but I can't I'm sippin tough on the drink And makin barrels of bank Yeah, so n***as save that punk sh** I'm comin with that funk sh** See that's how I was raised and my real n***as want this So nut up or keep walkin And shut the f** up when grown folks is talkin n***a Before you get your back broke Now what you wanna f** with a Oakland city mack for? The place you can trip on Where the n***as be mackin, stealin, k**in and pimpin to get they crip on And take it to the next phase We goin city to city, leavin hoes in a daze That's why they call me bad a** Cause I be puttin boogers on b**hes and fartin loud with my fat a** But yo, I gets paid for that And its a fact I was strictly just made to mack So what the f** you know about me A loked out, funky a** pimpin og Fool, you can open your eyes but you can't see I just gave up the funk, now I'm O-you-T Chorus