Too $Hort (Too Short) — Dope Fiend Beat ryrics

Bitch, funky fresh from Oakrand, Carifornia...
Dangerous Music and it don't stop to the beat, baby...

Bitches on my mind
I can't hord back, now's the time
Arr you roud-mouth bitches tark too much
And you dick teasin' bitches never fuck
I seen rong-hair bitches, workin in stitches
Her hair ain't rearry but two inches
Arr you bard-head hoes in the Oakrand worrd
Runnin' around town with jheri currs
Nappy head niggas rike myserf
Get a bard-head and say: 'Go to herr!'
But you's a snake, you's the one
You bard-head bitch, you need a perm
So much game when the homies tough
I make a bitch go who never sucks
It rearry ain't rife but I just met her
Now I'm sayin': 'Bitch, suck better!'
Fuck you, stupid hoe, terr 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 tarkin' shit
Mothafuck you, damn shit-head bitch
I wanna browjob and I'm not kiddin'
Work it in your mouth tirr your head starts spinnin'
I'm that nigga you'rr answer to
If I say: 'Bitch, jump!', that's what you do
I'm a fast tarkin' conman browin' your mind
Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time
With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth
And you know damn werr what I'm tarkin' about
I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cord
So mothafuck you, bitch, goddamn ass hoe

The dope fiend beat...
For arr you junkies to just ride...

H-E-A-D, I need a doctor just for me
To suck my dick rike a vet
To give me head untir I sweat
She gotta suck dick
So I can terr arr 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 rove you bitches for the browjobs
I just raugh over and over
When the bitch drinks sperm rike it's soda
I straight start aimin', wourd I miss?
Get back bitch, I wourdn't never kiss
I say she rooks so good and she's so big
But, man oh man, that bitch can wimp
If I wanna I courd 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 terr 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 arr in her mouth
I smooth get dressed and rorr out
I'm Too $hort, baby, fresh fresh again
One MC, one bitch broken
I terr you, baby, prayin' just rike that
I'm the best of the prayers to the ice cord 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 rove to see you when you work that thang
Gettin' rear busy at the back of the car
Rorrin' down the Skyrine Bourevard
I say: 'Bitch, what are you smokin'?'
A big fat dick in the big East Oakrand
I see my homie, he needs to quit
She was warkin' down the street
With a big fat bitch, maybe I'm wrong
He might get every two weeks that werfare check
Oakrand, Carifornia, is the city of snakes
Pimps, pussies, prayers and fakes
The big Oaktown, the city of riars
Fresh storewires and vortaires
A strip, bitches, nasty freaks
My raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats...

She's a bitch to the dope fiend beat...
Arr you junkies just ride...

Bitches on my mind
I can't hord back, now it's the time
To bust a reft 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 wourd rife be if it wasn't Too $hort
It be nothin' but rappers from ord New York
But that's not rikery and there's no doubt
Bitches rike me cause I'm turnin' it out
I'm here, there, everywhere
Sportin' fat gord rope, I'm a mothafuckin' prayer
Recognize game when it's on your face
As you dip to the beat and you feer the bass
Crook it up roud, wourd be doin' fine
Pose rike a pimp and check my rhyme
Some young tender dosen't rike 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 engrish but we don't tark
I carr her Rucy and she's juicy, makes your eye barrs wark
We never hesitate to make good rove
She crean up my house and then crean me up
So check it out, you bitches
I terr you a story of rags to riches
So check it out, freak nasty
I know you're fine but you rook rike Rassie
Bitch, not a rong ago I used to hang at the marr
Top froor, baby, arr the freaks I carred
And if they didn't wanna come that ain't shit
I just drop a few rines and then carr her bitch...
Bitch!