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Bitch, funky fresh from oakland, california... Dangerous music and it dont stop to the beat, baby... Bitches on my mind I cant hold back, nows the time All you loud-mouth bitches talk too much And you dick teasin bitches never fuck I seen long-hair bitches, workin in stitches Her hair aint really but two inches All you bald-head hoes in the oakland world Runnin around town with jheri curls Nappy head niggas like myself Get a bald-head and say: go to hell! But yous a snake, yous the one You bald-head bitch, you need a perm So much game when the homies tough I make a bitch go who never sucks It really aint life but I just met her Now Im sayin: bitch, suck better! Fuck you, stupid hoe, tell me just what you know I came to the party and turned it up You say: ouh, hes got a dirty mouth! But, bitch, I kept talkin shit Mothafuck you, damn shit-head bitch I wanna blowjob and Im not kiddin Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin Im that nigga youll answer to If I say: bitch, jump!, thats what you do Im 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 damn well what Im talkin about Im the too $hort, baby, way too cold So mothafuck you, bitch, goddamn ass 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 dick like a vet To give me head until I sweat She gotta suck dick So I can tell all my homies just what she did She sucked and sucked and shes a bitch to the beat Im too $hort, I said my name is too $hort and it dont stop I love you bitches for the blowjobs I just laugh over and over When the bitch drinks sperm like its soda I straight start aimin, would I miss? Get back bitch, I wouldnt never kiss I say she looks so good and shes so big But, man oh man, that bitch can wimp If I wanna I could rock her But I cant fuck no-head doctor Bitches dont know thats too $horts tip You might get geed if you dont suck dick But Im so fresh, Im so down I tell you bitches the other way around If you do me first then I do you So the game jumps up when the bitch is true Soon as I come all in her mouth I smooth get dressed and roll out Im too $hort, baby, fresh fresh again One mc, one bitch broken I tell you, baby, playin just like that Im the best of the players to the ice cold vet And, bitch, you just a bitch You work fastfood and you think you rich You see, my game dont stop when its 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: bitch, what are you smokin? A big fat dick in the big east oakland I see my homie, he needs to quit She was walkin down the street With a big fat bitch, maybe Im wrong He might get every two weeks that welfare check Oakland, california, is the city of snakes Pimps, pussies, players and fakes The big oaktown, the city of liars Fresh storewires and voltaires A strip, bitches, nasty freaks My raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats... Shes a bitch to the dope fiend beat... All you junkies just ride... Bitches on my mind I cant hold back, now its the time To bust a left nut, right nut, in her jaw Opened eyes and guess what I saw Bitches on my mind Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme What would life be if it wasnt too $hort It be nothin but rappers from old new york But thats not likely and theres no doubt Bitches like me cause Im turnin it out Im here, there, everywhere Sportin fat gold rope, Im a mothafuckin player Recognize game when its 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 dosent like this beat But a bitch aint 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 dosent speak english but we dont talk I call her lucy and shes juicy, makes your eye balls walk We never hesitate to make good love She clean up my house and then clean me up So check it out, you bitches I tell you a story of rags to riches So check it out, freak nasty I know youre fine but you look like lassie Bitch, not a long ago I used to hang at the mall Top floor, baby, all the freaks I called And if they didnt wanna come that aint shit I just drop a few lines and then call her bitch... Bitch!
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