us, you see, it's somethin' like a sin Y'all can't fuck with us, man, you gotta show love Can't fuck with us, pimp, player, gangster or thug Yo, I'm Too
Tell me I'm not dreamin' (Too Short) It's not a dream Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ow Tell me I'm not dreamin' (Too Short) She so fine Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ow
' 'bout how you pimpin' givin' hoes what they wantin' You worse than a studio gangsta Behind closed doors, gettin' his booty hole spanked up You suckers disrespect the game
[Intro: Too $hort (& Cutty)] Nasty bee-yatch (let's go niggaz don't know what to deal a hoe) You just a tramp hoe [Chorus: Cutty Cartel] No I don't like
you by You couldn't make it to the top in an elevator You think I want a sorry bitch? Never player [Chorus with Too $hort and lady singing] [Too $hort
love to let you have a taste I'll put my dick up in yo' face, why you hobo hoe? My name is Too $hort, I'm known for pimpin' women And last night, I
smokin' that bomb Need a little game, you better log on Girls get naked, lickin' on my dog bone Short Dog presents Pimpandho.com Me and D-Money keep smokin' that bomb Need a little game
married to the game I'm married, married to the game I'm married, married to the game I'm married, married to the game I'm married, married to the game
Still spitting that game and macking hoes Short Dog, you so cold You'ze a player from coast to coast Short Dog, let 'em know Still spitting that game
Put a hump in your back and shake your rump Put a hump in your back and shake your rump, hey Put a hump in your back and shake your rump Put a hump in
white wife, do your own thing I know you won't change and I can't play you wrong man I'm laced with that long game, it's just not a lot of choices man
call her But the bitch was too dumb, to ask for a thang I try to teach 'em when they young So they don't pass on the game and when you get your thang
a kiss And at the age of thirty-six I'm to the same old tricks Too Short, baby, no the game don't quit I'm playin' games with these lame brains Treatin
How can I retire still pimpin' the hoes Suited from my head to my toes Player got some money, you can tell by the clothes Why they call me Too Short
with your fast nasty ass, girl, you gon' get it Mo' skills than you ever need From the flats to the hills in Beverly Fo' sho', she's a P R O Five o
girl (I can't forget about the) Midwest ladies, down south East coast All around the world, every city I'm gone get me.. [Too $hort] A California girl
C-notes and no fifties {*scratched: "so damn.." "..fresh", "word"*} [Verse Two] Burnin rubber on these bitches, so fast.. Burn rubber as you smash all fast Tell it like $hort
choosin' aint he [Go ahead daddy] You choosin' aint he [Go ahead daddy] You choosin' aint he [Go ahead daddy] You choosin' aint he [Go ahead daddy] [Too $hort
