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Too Hort Married To The Game

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

' '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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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