, see if you with it So I can hit it, know what I mean? Freak nasty, all on my thing I never seen nothin' like that I'm lookin' at the cat, it's lookin
You know we ridin', yeah we ridin' I got my nigga MC Breed in the house Big Baller, what you ridin' boy, what you ridin'? I got some candy paints sittin
bitch, you wanna fuck If she say no so what? 'Cause all you really wanna do is get this cash Pull hundred dollar bills out a bitch's ass Too many niggaz
'm married And send her home with the cock swoll, did her pops know? Little girl that he tryna protect was in the crib doin' porno Fo' sho' baby, I know these hoes Step up too
't quit, you gotta keep goin' You already knowin', you can't give up, you just can't Comin' up is hard, givin' up is easy You always get the game from your homey Too
the house not havin' that Get freaky wit' me, shit I'm bringin' ya back Oh you lovin' this mack 'cause I got your leg shakin' like that 'Cause a nigga's straight killin' the cat
Where my money at ho? Where my money at yo? Get my money 'fore I whip Forget your big fat ass, we going off, baby We don't mess around 'cuz I'm nautious
you And when I ball, don't ask me what I do You wanna be kept, keep yo' mouth shut But youse a gold digger and you go out too much If I choose you,
like I'm interested By the end of the night, she done been molested And she loves it, that's how I do it You tried to get with her too but you blew it
sayin' my name I had a record player on my stereo Got down on my knees with my radio From Oakland, California with some new shit I'm Sir Too Short, I
P.F.L. You wanna be like me? I don't think you can Your girlfriend loves you, need to be her man She never told you how she was a Too $hort fan She
'm a pimp, bitch Why must I chase the cat? 'Cause you know, she's a ho Why must I chase the cat? Whaddya know, she gives me dough Why must I chase the cat
too If I say bitch jump that's what you'll do You know I kept talkin' shit Motherfuck you damn shit head bitch I'm Too Short baby, way too cold Motherfuckin
stop playin' and get yo' game tight Too Short, Eastsidaz, Big Tig, oh boy Album number 13 nigga, y'all better stop chasin' the cat And chase that money
It be her friends nigga that's who It be your bitch friends nigga they be Nigga they be all up in your mix nigga I don't even, ay nigga she don't love
Luscious bitch, she is true But it's not nice to fool Mother Nature The proud mother of God, like all hoes Is, is jealous of her own shadow Who is this
Why.. why she hoein man? Why's she hoein, you ain't knowin? Oh you know why Why is she prostitutin her body.. BEITCH! [Chorus: Too $hort] Analyze the
a BEITCH! Say what, bitch? Don't get it twisted Sup with that little crazy man - it is what it is Yeah, yeah - tryin to get with that mayne [Too $hort