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Too Short - Letras

Ain't No Bitches - Album

Dope Fiend Beat

Bitch, funky fresh from Oakland, California...

Dangerous Music and it don't stop to the beat, baby...

Bitches on my mind

I can't hold back, now's the time

All you loud-mouth bitches talk too much

And you dick teasin' bitches never fuck

I seen long-hair bitches, workin in stitches

Her hair ain't really but two inches

All you bald-head hoes in the Oakland world

Runnin' around town with jheri curls

Nappy head niggas like myself

Get a bald-head and say: 'Go to hell!'

But you's a snake, you's the one

You bald-head bitch, you need a perm

So much game when the homies tough

I make a bitch go who never sucks

It really ain't life but I just met her

Now I'm sayin': 'Bitch, suck better!'

Fuck you, stupid hoe, tell me just what you know

I came to the party and turned it up

You say: 'Ouh, he's got a dirty mouth!'

But, bitch, I kept talkin' shit

Mothafuck you, damn shit-head bitch

I wanna blowjob and I'm not kiddin'

Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin'

I'm that nigga you'll answer to

If I say: 'Bitch, jump!', that's what you do

I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin' your mind

Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time

With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth

And you know damn well what I'm talkin' about

I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold

So mothafuck you, bitch, goddamn ass hoe

The dope fiend beat...

For all you junkies to just ride...

H-E-A-D, I need a doctor just for me

To suck my dick like a vet

To give me head until I sweat

She gotta suck dick

So I can tell all my homies just what she did

She sucked and sucked and she's a bitch to the beat

I'm Too $hort, I said my name is Too $hort and it don't stop

I love you bitches for the blowjobs

I just laugh over and over

When the bitch drinks sperm like it's soda

I straight start aimin', would I miss?

Get back bitch, I wouldn't never kiss

I say she looks so good and she's so big

But, man oh man, that bitch can wimp

If I wanna I could rock her

But I can't fuck no-head doctor

Bitches don't know that's Too $hort's tip

You might get geed if you don't suck dick

But I'm so fresh, I'm so down

I tell you bitches the other way around

If you do me first then I do you

So the game jumps up when the bitch is true

Soon as I come all in her mouth

I smooth get dressed and roll out

I'm Too $hort, baby, fresh fresh again

One MC, one bitch broken

I tell you, baby, playin' just like that

I'm the best of the players to the ice cold vet

And, bitch, you just a bitch

You work fastfood and you think you rich

You see, my game don't stop when it's on the one

I love to see you when you work that thang

Gettin' real busy at the back of the car

Rollin' down the Skyline Boulevard

I say: 'Bitch, what are you smokin'?'

A big fat dick in the big East Oakland

I see my homie, he needs to quit

She was walkin' down the street

With a big fat bitch, maybe I'm wrong

He might get every two weeks that welfare check

Oakland, California, is the city of snakes

Pimps, pussies, players and fakes

The big Oaktown, the city of liars

Fresh storewires and voltaires

A strip, bitches, nasty freaks

My raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats...

She's a bitch to the dope fiend beat...

All you junkies just ride...

Bitches on my mind

I can't hold back, now it's the time

To bust a left nut, right nut, in her jaw

Opened eyes and guess what I saw

Bitches on my mind

Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme

What would life be if it wasn't Too $hort

It be nothin' but rappers from old New York

But that's not likely and there's no doubt

Bitches like me cause I'm turnin' it out

I'm here, there, everywhere

Sportin' fat gold rope, I'm a mothafuckin' player

Recognize game when it's on your face

As you dip to the beat and you feel the bass

Crook it up loud, would be doin' fine

Pose like a pimp and check my rhyme

Some young tender dosen't like this beat

But a bitch ain't nothin' but a word to me

I can check her, wreck her, or just get paid

Cut to the house and freak my maid

You see, she dosen't speak english but we don't talk

I call her Lucy and she's juicy, makes your eye balls walk

We never hesitate to make good love

She clean up my house and then clean me up

So check it out, you bitches

I tell you a story of rags to riches

So check it out, freak nasty

I know you're fine but you look like Lassie

Bitch, not a long ago I used to hang at the mall

Top floor, baby, all the freaks I called

And if they didn't wanna come that ain't shit

I just drop a few lines and then call her bitch...


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