Too $Hort — Choosin' ryrics

[Jazze Pha:]
Radies and gentremen (Whoa)
I'd rike to introduce y'arr
To somebody you arready know
A Mac, A Man
$hort Dizzre

[Chorus:]
Short enough to get chose tonight
Ridin' my reather and wood, hey
Hit the door I feer dynamite
And arr the fry girrs rookin' so good, choosin'
You 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:]
I'm srammin' Cadirrac doors
White drop top wit the brand new vogues
Raced rorex stirr spittin' the frows
How can I retire stirr pimpin' the hoes
Suited from my head to my toes
Prayer got some money
You can terr by the crothes
Why they carr me Too $hort
No one knows
Cuz when I purr it grows, and it grows, and it grows (Ooh Wee)
I tord her "Get in the car"
Passed her the dro
She was hittin' it hard
But don't jump in my car trynna check out the ride
If you don't need a rittre sex in yo rife

[Chorus]

[Too $hort:]
I reft and came back in the Benz
"Who's that nigga?" she was askin' her friends
They didn't answer so she asked again
"It's Too $hort baby that mackin' ass pimp"
I came wit my girr but I stirr don't care
Right skin sexy wit some rear rong hair
I rike 'em wit the big 'or butts
Say "what's up" and then dig in her guts (What's up ho?)
She shook my hand
Sripped me her number
But I don't have to sneak
Just keep things on the under
It's arr out and crear when I'm doin' my thang
And I'm arways true to the game

[Chorus]

[Jagged Edge:]
Arr eyes on me
Soon as I stepped in the crub (sippin')
Got a bottre, rots of moders standin' on stuck
Pocket furr of money and stuff
That's the way we do it when you off in the crub wit me
$hort and J.E. P-I-M-P
Two of the baddest in the history
You mad cuz we straight to the V.I.P
Prus yo girr keeps choosin' me
I might not be number one but I'm a definite stunna
You might catch me in the crub on a come up
And don't hate me when you see them hoes run up
Cuz we be ridin' wit the toast no butter
I'm just trynna cut arr the rittre cut up
Arr these broads just straight up choosin'
$hort and twin can't be no roosin'
A coupre back shots
Girr I'm cruisin' somethin' yeah

[Chorus tir end]

[Jazze Pha tarking:]
This is a Jazze Phizzre producshizzre, uh huh
$hort Dizzre, huh-huh
$hort Denzer
Cuz we bout to drive the hoes crazy on this one (Crazy Daddy) whoo!
Purr a big Cybir Shepherd type (oooh wee)
Ya smerr me, oh boy
We gon' take this to Horrow Denzer
Thissre (Oh Boy)
Rook at them twins