bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife wife Now hoe is short for honey
gotta watch ya friends keep your enemies close Put my chin to the sky so hard to cry I'm young and black off statistic white lie One night grab a mirror
up) Jump (Get up) Jump (Get up) Jump (Get up) Jump (Get up) Na na na na I say fight you holler a quarter day late A dollar short, poppin' more corks
live so fast only to grow so slow like when you short no support for your kids but got money for marijauna just to smoke with your friends or that woman
no, is this world about to end If not then explain to me, how come I'm losin' my friends And why I'm livin' wit my kid And why I'm fifty grand short from
they paint They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't I ain't playin', life's short
holla at me Alright, hold on, Hova, line one} Here's a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse it You find a dude in town, you send him a short
glass got tint Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents And fools can't hold us Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers Comin up short of
criminally activated and evil I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin' Desert Eagle Till the end, I'm tellin' all friends and enemies You see what
no more checks And they showed me to the hall My brother died in Georgia some time ago I got no one left to call Summer wasn't bad below the bridge A little short
got no more checks And they showed me to the hall My brother died in georgia some time ago I got no one left to call Summer wasn't bad below the bridge A little short
guess that's why I didn't notice that police car We're doin' ninety in my mom's new Porsche And to make this long story short, short When the cop pulled
Imma say somethin nice to her, ya know? When can we date? NAH! I'll jus tell her like thys [Chorus] I got good taste and I like your shape dem itty bitty shorts
bums and sons Askin' niggas where they come from Get him for his one, um Sunshine, its crunch time Stranded on the front line Ducking from the one-time
I guess that's why I didn't notice that police car We're doing ninety in my mom's new Porsche And to make this long story short, short When the cop
got no more checks They showed me to the hall My brother died in Georgia some time ago Got no one left to call The summer wasn't bad below the bridge A little short
hard, concrete She can shake her ass, one cheek, two cheeks Both cheeks, both cheeks I got a white girl freak she got no cheeks Got a police bitch on a short