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Текст (слова) песни: Too Short - Hard on The Boulevard



Sunshine, convertable tops

You call em rags, we call em drops

You ride black walls, we ride vogues

You got a girlfriend, we pimp hoes

You say Im fake, I say youre smoking

Im just a mack named $hort from oakland

Just like a tag team wrestling tip

With a nasty bitch, then the homie switch

Bitch, aint getting nothing but a lesson taught

If your pimping aint strong, its not my fault

Hoes start choosing, wouldnt give em a break

I pull out my old white too $hort tape

Im playing "dope fiend beat" and the shit still hits

Trying to stick my dick all in them lips

She said "no, I never did it before"

Well you aint the bitch Im looking for

Cause shes rich and thick and chocolate

Wouldnt hesitate to lick my dick

All my parters say "$hort whats up? "

See me with a bitch with a big-ass butt

I dont answer, I start laughing

Nothing going on but the oaktown macking

Laying it right, all damn night

Hoes getting sprung like they smoking the pipe

El dorado, mazeratti

Nothing but freaks with fine bodies

I love to roll my mercedes benz

Im nothing but a player like all my friends

So when you call me fake, be for real

The call me short dog cause Im hard as hell

Hope your girlfriends name aint linelle

I screwed her last night in a cheap motel

Like I told my crew, when the toss ups chill

Humping like a chevy rolling down foothill

Get off the pipe fool, stop cracking

Be like short dog and start macking

T double o s-h-o-r-t

I go solo, cant nobody fuck with me

Ill just kick back counting my bank

No cokes smoking, just potent dank

Funky fresh on the microphone

When you spin that wax, its not the same ol song

Round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows

You see me at the clubs catching all the hoes

I dont drink vodka, I do drink gin

I like to get a blowjob from your girlfriend

Cause Im macking, baby, you know thats right

Im from the oaktown, straight eastside

I got all my game from east oakland streets

Now motherfuck you damn shit-haired freaks

I go on and on as I sing my song

If youre tender and young, I fuck you all night long

Im not a no-good punk, I didnt make you flunk

I didnt tell the whole world your pussy stunk

I cut you slack in my rap, I couldve macked your mother

But life is too $hort so I kept it undercover

Im so damn hard, on the boulevard

Hoes aint tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car

Freak nasty dont trip, to me it aint shit

You can suck my dick with some fat hoe lips

Riding in a caddy with the top let down

California sunshine, cruising the town

On the boulevard, maybe drop my top

If youre feeling hot, dont even stop

Cause it feels so good, Im oh so sprung

They way you work that tongue, it just makes me cum

I told all my homies, all about

The way I bust big nuts, in your mouth

On the boulevard, were riding oh so real

Not skyline, Im talking about foothill

And when it ended, you know what happened

Im so hard I just cant stop macking

I know I gotta stop sooner, but Ill stop later

They call me short dog, Im nothing but a player

I know what shes thinking, "im falling in love"

But theres another freak Im thinking of

Shes got long long hair, shes not like you though

Shell do whatever I say, shell even be my hoe

Cause I dont wanna get married, Id rather freak mary

Make good love and I do mean very

Wherever I go, its the same old case

Same damn thing all over the place

(nothing but bitches) tight-ass jeans to pose in

I used to ride the strip trying to catch the hoes

They wasnt choosing, nope not these hoes

They wanted big time vettes, riding brand new vouges

So like I said before, I aint tripping

Told myself its time to stop bullshitting

Did the gangster walk, did it like this

Walked up to a girl and I called her a bitch

I said "my name is $hort, I dont play games

I only play young bitches, now whats your name? "

She said "i wouldnt tell you in all my life

Youre just a little thug, youre not my type"

I said "im sir too $hort, couldnt be no punk"

East oaktown is where Im from

You see wherever I go, its the same old case

Same damn thing all over the place

(nothing but bitches) mad cause I told the truth

Im calling you one and you can call me, too

Call me too $hort, call me "too thin"

But you wouldnt get a dime out of this pimp

So just give it up baby and Ill run right through ya

Maybe just maybe Ill come back to ya

Like too clean, Im riding cadillac

I hit the strip, turn around, and come right back

See Im a big mack, and every bitch in sight

Says "is that short dog sitting at a red light? "

 

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