Write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-a** hoes...
Fake punk-a** b******...
Do you know what i mean Vern?
f*****'em up like this, Vern...
$hort Dog's in the house, b****!
She's a punk-a** b****, hoe, tramp and a s***
Took her to the hotel just to f***
Last night she licked all on my b****
p**** got wet like Niagara-falls
Dropped my drawls and b**** said: "s***!"
Skinny m********* with a fat-a** d***
It's like a T-P-treatment, tongue so fast
From the tip of my head to the crack of my a**
She got busy so I called to the crew
You b****** know what to do
Hoes try to front like they ain't no tramps
Try to get that p**** and she say you can't
Me and my partners we got that game
Check a square-a** b**** and make her throw that thang
You wine and dine that nasty freak
Dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek
You never even know how she ran in the home
Jumped on the phone and started to burnin' me out
She kept beepin' so I made the call
b**** on the phone jackin' off
Sounded like she was havin' fun
Playin' with her pearl tongue
I said: "b****, I'm on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went to work
I must to bust two nuts back to back
Never seen a b**** work head like that
She had me jumpin' out of my seat
Workin' her jaws to the beat
She was a good d***sucker, I can't lie
Sucked so good I thought I?d die
b**** blew me up and blew me down
All the way back to the Oakland-town
Baby started to singin': "I love you!"
Tellin' me things she wanted to do
If I needed some money come to her
Everythin' I want is everythin' I'm worth
And you know what I said? I told the b****
I said: "b****, I'm rich!"
f*** these hoes, man...
I ain't trippin'...I'm like Al...
Long-hair suckers...
I know you're fine, b****
But you got no cash you need to get a job
But your lazy-a** try to juice me up
I ain't no punk
I put you in the rap with some serious funk
I wouldn't buy you a car, no diamonds and s***
All the time talkin' about your fake-a** gifts
George bought you a ring, John bought you a chain
b****, I'm buyin' you an ounce of this game
You better take it and shut the f*** up
Stop runnin' your mouth like a sucka
Cause you's a punk b**** It shows a mile away
Everythin' you do and everythin' you say
Makes you a punk b****, no good, no doubt
All I gotta do is stick a d*** in your mouth
Wanna give up the p****, b****, I'll pass
You're too slim, I like your mama's a**
Pops came home, came up short
found me in the backroom, f*****'em both
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep out one room into the next
Nothin' goin' on but some serious s**
Some of these hoes might think I'm played
Bald-head b**** need some dookie braids
Cause that nappy-hair don't even hit
What's cookin' in the kitchen on the back of your neck
Like you burned the rise and wanna front on me
You could never f*** with $hort, baby
I'm from the O-A-K-L-A-N-D
I slap you in the face with reality
These punk-a** hoes out here is sick
Have ya walkin round with a drippy d***
So beautiful fine young thang
To get that c*** was just like a dream
But now three days later ask Kool Moe
You feel the burnin' sensation down below
You're a true blue victim of a punk-a** b****
Thought she was a square and she gave you the s***
So for all you hoes that live like this
All the homies in the house say: "punk-a** b****!"
Fake punk-a** b******...
Do you know what i mean Vern?
f*****'em up like this, Vern...
$hort Dog's in the house, b****!
She's a punk-a** b****, hoe, tramp and a s***
Took her to the hotel just to f***
Last night she licked all on my b****
p**** got wet like Niagara-falls
Dropped my drawls and b**** said: "s***!"
Skinny m********* with a fat-a** d***
It's like a T-P-treatment, tongue so fast
From the tip of my head to the crack of my a**
She got busy so I called to the crew
You b****** know what to do
Hoes try to front like they ain't no tramps
Try to get that p**** and she say you can't
Me and my partners we got that game
Check a square-a** b**** and make her throw that thang
You wine and dine that nasty freak
Dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek
You never even know how she ran in the home
Jumped on the phone and started to burnin' me out
She kept beepin' so I made the call
b**** on the phone jackin' off
Sounded like she was havin' fun
Playin' with her pearl tongue
I said: "b****, I'm on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went to work
I must to bust two nuts back to back
Never seen a b**** work head like that
She had me jumpin' out of my seat
Workin' her jaws to the beat
She was a good d***sucker, I can't lie
Sucked so good I thought I?d die
b**** blew me up and blew me down
All the way back to the Oakland-town
Baby started to singin': "I love you!"
Tellin' me things she wanted to do
If I needed some money come to her
Everythin' I want is everythin' I'm worth
And you know what I said? I told the b****
I said: "b****, I'm rich!"
f*** these hoes, man...
I ain't trippin'...I'm like Al...
Long-hair suckers...
I know you're fine, b****
But you got no cash you need to get a job
But your lazy-a** try to juice me up
I ain't no punk
I put you in the rap with some serious funk
I wouldn't buy you a car, no diamonds and s***
All the time talkin' about your fake-a** gifts
George bought you a ring, John bought you a chain
b****, I'm buyin' you an ounce of this game
You better take it and shut the f*** up
Stop runnin' your mouth like a sucka
Cause you's a punk b**** It shows a mile away
Everythin' you do and everythin' you say
Makes you a punk b****, no good, no doubt
All I gotta do is stick a d*** in your mouth
Wanna give up the p****, b****, I'll pass
You're too slim, I like your mama's a**
Pops came home, came up short
found me in the backroom, f*****'em both
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep out one room into the next
Nothin' goin' on but some serious s**
Some of these hoes might think I'm played
Bald-head b**** need some dookie braids
Cause that nappy-hair don't even hit
What's cookin' in the kitchen on the back of your neck
Like you burned the rise and wanna front on me
You could never f*** with $hort, baby
I'm from the O-A-K-L-A-N-D
I slap you in the face with reality
These punk-a** hoes out here is sick
Have ya walkin round with a drippy d***
So beautiful fine young thang
To get that c*** was just like a dream
But now three days later ask Kool Moe
You feel the burnin' sensation down below
You're a true blue victim of a punk-a** b****
Thought she was a square and she gave you the s***
So for all you hoes that live like this
All the homies in the house say: "punk-a** b****!"