作词 : SShZz1 Pimp the ho Pimp that ho It’s like Too Short raps been around a while I rocked to the beat and got my own style I’m from the O city, and I said it before I was born to mack, call me Playboy Short You wanna get freaky? Look at the time We could do the nasty, but it’s almost nine My show starts at ten, I gots to go Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho Check it out everybody, if you got two ears Turn your radio up, Short Gog is here If the bass ain’t kickin', pick up the phone Dial 911, tell 'em, turn it on Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red dress She had a soft booty, and a real big chest She said, "I love you", said it again At the motel freaked her and her friends Like a Too Short rap, and everybody knows Like the mack said, homie, pimp the hoes Ain’t no need in playin' games, none at all Fakin' like a giant when you’re just too small No need to rush, take your time To adjust to the changes in my rhyme To you rappers, tonight’s your night You all jump straight up on your mic Screamin' I’m the best, but let me see I make a lotta money, could that be me? He said, hell no, I’m the king of the rap Looked me in my eyes, said, deal with that I said, hold on, buddy, don’t talk that junk You drank two 40's, now you must be drunk He said, "Let’s battle", I said, "Go" Like the Mack said, homie, I pimped the ho All hail the king, go straight to hell If your girlfriend’s freakin' on a freaky tale Better play your rap and take mine off Before the ***** gets wet and you’re still soft No need to rush, take your time To adjust to the changes in my rhyme I was on the turf, cold chillin' out When a sucker MC got hit in the mouth Tryin' to find out if he can hang with me The boy got hooked on the **** fiend beat I said, *****, what are you smokin'? It ain’t funny, cool, I ain’t jokin' You never shoulda said I was fakin' the place You wouldn’ta got socked straight in your face I’m the coldest MC on a microphone Now the sucker MC’s just leave me alone They might suck on yours, but they can’t get mine Like the Mack said, homie, pimp all the time I’m not talkin' 'bout hookers in mini-skirts When you pimp like me, put your mind to work It’s like 24 hoes, better known as tracks When I grab that mic, I spit these raps I start workin the hoes, and it just don’t stop It’s goin' on till the panties drop I’m sir, Too Short, like I said***** can’t lick, don’t give me head Had a fresh young tender, won’t say her name It’s the same old story, ran the same old game She can blow more head than a well blows water The girl won’t stop when she get started Like the freak you married, I had to get with her Ain’t no doubt, short dog would get her I’m a cold player, I can’t lie They call me playboy Short, and I told you why I’m a mack, so get back I put my tape in the deck in my CadillacAnd as my ride goes on definitely I speak each word loud as can be I’m the T-double O, and like I saidIf your girlfriend’s freakin', I accept all head Scream out the combination, and I open the lock Plug in the mic jack, and then rock that **** Back to back like the Oakland Raiders In and out like your crossfaders Makin' people dance all over the floor Lovin that rapper named sir Too ShortYou got my bank, little girl, no time to act silly I’m dynamite, baby, and my name ain’t WillyCold as hell, hard to stop I spit these raps and rock yo block Hit the city talkin' 'bout, it’s goin' on And the next thing you know, the whole nation’s gone It’s too Short on the mic And I’m spittin' mo’ raps than any rapper you like So all you suckers-worth rappers, you hate my beat All I gotta say is, don’t **** with me My game is tight, my bank is made You can hate big Short, but I still get paid You say, I can’t, I say you can Show respect, little boy, when you deal with a man I saw you laughin' when you came in the place Punk, I start laughin' when I spit in your face See I know how I feel, I should be shut at dawn But I’m a true MC, I keep rockin' on I won’t say I’m best, won’t declare I’m badI’m just a rappin' mutha****a with a hard-ass rap Too Short cold comin' up Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your butt Be a man if you can, 'coz it might get worse You be walkin' 'round town with a wig and a purse No tellin' what’s next, I don’t know Like the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho I’ll be good to you You’ll be good to me Anything you want Or anything you need I got my eye on you And I’m into you I’ll give you all my dough You just pimp that ho I’m never draggin' when I’m rhymin', 'coz I make a lotta money I jump into my car, drop it if it’s sunny Doggin' the freaks, and all that *******t Long haired hoes with real big ******* I’m a eastside player, oh yes, I amGrab the microphone and start makin' grands I take a freak to her room, not a hotel trick I cold chill out at the Motel SixI’m ridin in the car, and I can’t be found I’m the hardest mutha****a rappin' from this town My name is sir too Short, and if you say, "So what?" I look you in your eye, and wouldn’t give a **** I live a California lifestyle, ain’t no trip8 years on the mike, and ain’t faked it yet So when you see me on stage, I won’t blow you a kiss I put my finger in the air and tell you just like this Say *****Pimp the ho
作词 : SShZz1 Pimp the ho Pimp that ho It’s like Too Short raps been around a while I rocked to the beat and got my own style I’m from the O city, and I said it before I was born to mack, call me Playboy Short You wanna get freaky? Look at the time We could do the nasty, but it’s almost nine My show starts at ten, I gots to go Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho Check it out everybody, if you got two ears Turn your radio up, Short Gog is here If the bass ain’t kickin', pick up the phone Dial 911, tell 'em, turn it on Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red dress She had a soft booty, and a real big chest She said, "I love you", said it again At the motel freaked her and her friends Like a Too Short rap, and everybody knows Like the mack said, homie, pimp the hoes Ain’t no need in playin' games, none at all Fakin' like a giant when you’re just too small No need to rush, take your time To adjust to the changes in my rhyme To you rappers, tonight’s your night You all jump straight up on your mic Screamin' I’m the best, but let me see I make a lotta money, could that be me? He said, hell no, I’m the king of the rap Looked me in my eyes, said, deal with that I said, hold on, buddy, don’t talk that junk You drank two 40's, now you must be drunk He said, "Let’s battle", I said, "Go" Like the Mack said, homie, I pimped the ho All hail the king, go straight to hell If your girlfriend’s freakin' on a freaky tale Better play your rap and take mine off Before the ***** gets wet and you’re still soft No need to rush, take your time To adjust to the changes in my rhyme I was on the turf, cold chillin' out When a sucker MC got hit in the mouth Tryin' to find out if he can hang with me The boy got hooked on the **** fiend beat I said, *****, what are you smokin'? It ain’t funny, cool, I ain’t jokin' You never shoulda said I was fakin' the place You wouldn’ta got socked straight in your face I’m the coldest MC on a microphone Now the sucker MC’s just leave me alone They might suck on yours, but they can’t get mine Like the Mack said, homie, pimp all the time I’m not talkin' 'bout hookers in mini-skirts When you pimp like me, put your mind to work It’s like 24 hoes, better known as tracks When I grab that mic, I spit these raps I start workin the hoes, and it just don’t stop It’s goin' on till the panties drop I’m sir, Too Short, like I said***** can’t lick, don’t give me head Had a fresh young tender, won’t say her name It’s the same old story, ran the same old game She can blow more head than a well blows water The girl won’t stop when she get started Like the freak you married, I had to get with her Ain’t no doubt, short dog would get her I’m a cold player, I can’t lie They call me playboy Short, and I told you why I’m a mack, so get back I put my tape in the deck in my CadillacAnd as my ride goes on definitely I speak each word loud as can be I’m the T-double O, and like I saidIf your girlfriend’s freakin', I accept all head Scream out the combination, and I open the lock Plug in the mic jack, and then rock that **** Back to back like the Oakland Raiders In and out like your crossfaders Makin' people dance all over the floor Lovin that rapper named sir Too ShortYou got my bank, little girl, no time to act silly I’m dynamite, baby, and my name ain’t WillyCold as hell, hard to stop I spit these raps and rock yo block Hit the city talkin' 'bout, it’s goin' on And the next thing you know, the whole nation’s gone It’s too Short on the mic And I’m spittin' mo’ raps than any rapper you like So all you suckers-worth rappers, you hate my beat All I gotta say is, don’t **** with me My game is tight, my bank is made You can hate big Short, but I still get paid You say, I can’t, I say you can Show respect, little boy, when you deal with a man I saw you laughin' when you came in the place Punk, I start laughin' when I spit in your face See I know how I feel, I should be shut at dawn But I’m a true MC, I keep rockin' on I won’t say I’m best, won’t declare I’m badI’m just a rappin' mutha****a with a hard-ass rap Too Short cold comin' up Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your butt Be a man if you can, 'coz it might get worse You be walkin' 'round town with a wig and a purse No tellin' what’s next, I don’t know Like the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho I’ll be good to you You’ll be good to me Anything you want Or anything you need I got my eye on you And I’m into you I’ll give you all my dough You just pimp that ho I’m never draggin' when I’m rhymin', 'coz I make a lotta money I jump into my car, drop it if it’s sunny Doggin' the freaks, and all that *******t Long haired hoes with real big ******* I’m a eastside player, oh yes, I amGrab the microphone and start makin' grands I take a freak to her room, not a hotel trick I cold chill out at the Motel SixI’m ridin in the car, and I can’t be found I’m the hardest mutha****a rappin' from this town My name is sir too Short, and if you say, "So what?" I look you in your eye, and wouldn’t give a **** I live a California lifestyle, ain’t no trip8 years on the mike, and ain’t faked it yet So when you see me on stage, I won’t blow you a kiss I put my finger in the air and tell you just like this Say *****Pimp the ho
