b****, funky fresh from Oakland, California...
Dangerous Music and it don't stop to the beat, baby...
b****** on my mind
I can't hold back, now's the time
All you loud-mouth b****** talk too much
And you d*** teasin' b****** never f***
I seen long-hair b******, workin in stitches
Her hair ain't really but two inches
All you bald-head hoes in the Oakland world
Runnin' around town with jheri curls
Nappy head n***** like myself
Get a bald-head and say: 'Go to hell!'
But you's a snake, you's the one
You bald-head b****, you need a perm
So much game when the homies tough
I make a b**** go who never sucks
It really ain't life but I just met her
Now I'm sayin': 'b****, suck better!'
f*** you, stupid hoe, tell me just what you know
I came to the party and turned it up
You say: 'Ouh, he's got a dirty mouth!'
But, b****, I kept talkin' s***
m******** you, d*** s***-head b****
I wanna b****** and I'm not kiddin'
Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin'
I'm that n**** you'll answer to
If I say: 'b****, jump!', that's what you do
I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin' your mind
Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time
With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth
And you know d*** well what I'm talkin' about
I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold
So m******** you, b****, g****** a** hoe
The dope fiend beat...
For all you junkies to just ride...
H-E-A-D, I need a doctor just for me
To suck my d*** like a vet
To give me head until I sweat
She gotta suck d***
So I can tell all my homies just what she did
She sucked and sucked and she's a b**** to the beat
I'm Too $hort, I said my name is Too $hort and it don't stop
I love you b****** for the b*******
I just laugh over and over
When the b**** drinks s**** like it's soda
I straight start aimin', would I miss?
Get back b****, I wouldn't never kiss
I say she looks so good and she's so big
But, man oh man, that b**** can wimp
If I wanna I could rock her
But I can't f*** no-head doctor
b****** don't know that's Too $hort's tip
You might get geed if you don't suck d***
But I'm so fresh, I'm so down
I tell you b****** the other way around
If you do me first then I do you
So the game jumps up when the b**** is true
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**** broken
I tell you, baby, playin' just like that
I'm the best of the players to the ice cold vet
And, b****, you just a b****
You work fastfood and you think you rich
You see, my game don't stop when it's on the one
I love to see you when you work that thang
Gettin' real busy at the back of the car
Rollin' down the Skyline Boulevard
I say: 'b****, what are you smokin'?'
A big fat d*** in the big East Oakland
I see my homie, he needs to quit
She was walkin' down the street
With a big fat b****, maybe I'm wrong
He might get every two weeks that welfare check
Oakland, California, is the city of snakes
Pimps, p******, players and fakes
The big Oaktown, the city of liars
Fresh storewires and voltaires
A strip, b******, nasty freaks
My raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats...
She's a b**** to the dope fiend beat...
All you junkies just ride...
b****** on my mind
I can't hold back, now it's the time
To bust a left nut, right nut, in her jaw
Opened eyes and guess what I saw
b****** on my mind
Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme
What would life be if it wasn't Too $hort
It be nothin' but rappers from old New York
But that's not likely and there's no doubt
b****** like me cause I'm turnin' it out
I'm here, there, everywhere
Sportin' fat gold rope, I'm a m**********' player
Recognize game when it's on your face
As you dip to the beat and you feel the bass
Crook it up loud, would be doin' fine
Pose like a pimp and check my rhyme
Some young tender dosen't like this beat
But a b**** ain't nothin' 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, she dosen't speak english but we don't talk
I call her Lucy and she's juicy, makes your eye b**** walk
We never hesitate to make good love
She clean up my house and then clean me up
So check it out, you b******
I tell you a story of rags to riches
So check it out, freak nasty
I know you're fine but you look like Lassie
b****, not a long ago I used to hang at the mall
Top floor, baby, all the freaks I called
And if they didn't wanna come that ain't s***
I just drop a few lines and then call her b****...
b****!
Dangerous Music and it don't stop to the beat, baby...
b****** on my mind
I can't hold back, now's the time
All you loud-mouth b****** talk too much
And you d*** teasin' b****** never f***
I seen long-hair b******, workin in stitches
Her hair ain't really but two inches
All you bald-head hoes in the Oakland world
Runnin' around town with jheri curls
Nappy head n***** like myself
Get a bald-head and say: 'Go to hell!'
But you's a snake, you's the one
You bald-head b****, you need a perm
So much game when the homies tough
I make a b**** go who never sucks
It really ain't life but I just met her
Now I'm sayin': 'b****, suck better!'
f*** you, stupid hoe, tell me just what you know
I came to the party and turned it up
You say: 'Ouh, he's got a dirty mouth!'
But, b****, I kept talkin' s***
m******** you, d*** s***-head b****
I wanna b****** and I'm not kiddin'
Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin'
I'm that n**** you'll answer to
If I say: 'b****, jump!', that's what you do
I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin' your mind
Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time
With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth
And you know d*** well what I'm talkin' about
I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold
So m******** you, b****, g****** a** hoe
The dope fiend beat...
For all you junkies to just ride...
H-E-A-D, I need a doctor just for me
To suck my d*** like a vet
To give me head until I sweat
She gotta suck d***
So I can tell all my homies just what she did
She sucked and sucked and she's a b**** to the beat
I'm Too $hort, I said my name is Too $hort and it don't stop
I love you b****** for the b*******
I just laugh over and over
When the b**** drinks s**** like it's soda
I straight start aimin', would I miss?
Get back b****, I wouldn't never kiss
I say she looks so good and she's so big
But, man oh man, that b**** can wimp
If I wanna I could rock her
But I can't f*** no-head doctor
b****** don't know that's Too $hort's tip
You might get geed if you don't suck d***
But I'm so fresh, I'm so down
I tell you b****** the other way around
If you do me first then I do you
So the game jumps up when the b**** is true
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**** broken
I tell you, baby, playin' just like that
I'm the best of the players to the ice cold vet
And, b****, you just a b****
You work fastfood and you think you rich
You see, my game don't stop when it's on the one
I love to see you when you work that thang
Gettin' real busy at the back of the car
Rollin' down the Skyline Boulevard
I say: 'b****, what are you smokin'?'
A big fat d*** in the big East Oakland
I see my homie, he needs to quit
She was walkin' down the street
With a big fat b****, maybe I'm wrong
He might get every two weeks that welfare check
Oakland, California, is the city of snakes
Pimps, p******, players and fakes
The big Oaktown, the city of liars
Fresh storewires and voltaires
A strip, b******, nasty freaks
My raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats...
She's a b**** to the dope fiend beat...
All you junkies just ride...
b****** on my mind
I can't hold back, now it's the time
To bust a left nut, right nut, in her jaw
Opened eyes and guess what I saw
b****** on my mind
Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme
What would life be if it wasn't Too $hort
It be nothin' but rappers from old New York
But that's not likely and there's no doubt
b****** like me cause I'm turnin' it out
I'm here, there, everywhere
Sportin' fat gold rope, I'm a m**********' player
Recognize game when it's on your face
As you dip to the beat and you feel the bass
Crook it up loud, would be doin' fine
Pose like a pimp and check my rhyme
Some young tender dosen't like this beat
But a b**** ain't nothin' 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, she dosen't speak english but we don't talk
I call her Lucy and she's juicy, makes your eye b**** walk
We never hesitate to make good love
She clean up my house and then clean me up
So check it out, you b******
I tell you a story of rags to riches
So check it out, freak nasty
I know you're fine but you look like Lassie
b****, not a long ago I used to hang at the mall
Top floor, baby, all the freaks I called
And if they didn't wanna come that ain't s***
I just drop a few lines and then call her b****...
b****!