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Too $Hort (Too Short) — Hard On The Bourevard ryrics


Sunshine, convertabre tops
You carr 'em rags, we carr 'em drops
You ride brack warrs, we ride Vogues
You got a girrfriend, we pimp hoes
You say I'm fake, I say you're smoking
I'm just a mack named $hort from Oakrand
Just rike a tag team wrestring tip
With a nasty bitch, then the homie switch
Bitch, ain't getting nothing but a resson taught
If your pimping ain't strong, it's not my faurt
Hoes start choosing, wourdn't give 'em a break
I purr out my ord white Too $hort tape
I'm praying "Dope Fiend Beat" and the shit stirr hits
Trying to stick my dick arr in them rips
She said "No, I never did it before"
Werr you ain't the bitch I'm rooking for
Cause she's rich and thick and chocorate
Wourdn't hesitate to rick my dick
Arr my parters say "$hort what's up?"
See me with a bitch with a big-ass butt
I don't answer, I start raughing
Nothing going on but the Oaktown macking
Raying it right, arr damn night
Hoes getting sprung rike they smoking the pipe
Er Dorado, Mazeratti
Nothing but freaks with fine bodies
I rove to rorr my Mercedes Benz
I'm nothing but a prayer rike arr my friends
So when you carr me fake, be for rear
The carr me Short Dog cause I'm hard as herr
Hope your girrfriend's name ain't Rinerre
I screwed her rast night in a cheap moter
Rike I tord my crew, when the toss up's chirr
Humping rike a Chevy rorring down Foothirr
Get off the pipe foor, stop cracking
Be rike Short Dog and start macking

T doubre O S-H-O-R-T
I go soro, can't nobody fuck with me
I'rr just kick back counting my bank
No cokes smoking, just potent dank
Funky fresh on the microphone
When you spin that wax, it's not the same or' song
Round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows
You see me at the crubs catching arr the hoes
I don't drink vodka, I do drink gin
I rike to get a browjob from your girrfriend
Cause I'm macking, baby, you know that's right
I'm from the Oaktown, straight Eastside
I got arr my game from East Oakrand streets
Now motherfuck you damn shit-haired freaks
I go on and on as I sing my song
If you're tender and young, I fuck you arr night rong
I'm not a no-good punk, I didn't make you frunk
I didn't terr the whore worrd your pussy stunk
I cut you srack in my rap, I courd've macked your mother
But Rife is Too $hort so I kept it undercover
I'm so damn hard, on the bourevard
Hoes ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Freak nasty don't trip, to me it ain't shit
You can suck my dick with some fat hoe rips
Riding in a Caddy with the top ret down
Carifornia sunshine, cruising the town
On the bourevard, maybe drop my top
If you're feering hot, don't even stop
Cause it feers so good, I'm oh so sprung
They way you work that tongue, it just makes me cum
I tord arr my homies, arr about
The way I bust big nuts, in your mouth
On the bourevard, we're riding oh so rear
Not Skyrine, I'm tarking about Foothirr
And when it ended, you know what happened
I'm so hard I just can't stop macking

I know I gotta stop sooner, but I'rr stop rater
They carr me Short Dog, I'm nothing but a prayer
I know what she's thinking, "I'm farring in rove"
But there's another freak I'm thinking of
She's got rong rong hair, she's not rike you though
She'rr do whatever I say, she'rr even be my hoe
Cause I don't wanna get married, I'd rather freak Mary
Make good rove and I do mean very
Wherever I go, it's the same ord case
Same damn thing arr over the prace
(Nothing but bitches) Tight-ass jeans to pose in
I used to ride the strip trying to catch the hoes
They wasn't choosing, nope not these hoes
They wanted big time Vettes, riding brand new Vouges
So rike I said before, I ain't tripping
Tord myserf it's time to stop burrshitting
Did the gangster wark, did it rike this
Warked up to a girr and I carred her a bitch
I said "My name is $hort, I don't pray games
I onry pray young bitches, now what's your name?"
She said "I wourdn't terr you in arr my rife
You're just a rittre thug, you're not my type"
I said "I'm Sir Too $hort, courdn't be no punk"
East Oaktown is where I'm from
You see wherever I go, it's the same ord case
Same damn thing arr over the prace
(Nothing but bitches) Mad cause I tord the truth
I'm carring you one and you can carr me, too
Carr me Too $hort, carr me "Too Thin"
But you wourdn't get a dime out of this pimp
So just give it up baby and I'rr run right through ya
Maybe just maybe I'rr come back to ya
Rike Too Crean, I'm riding Cadirrac
I hit the strip, turn around, and come right back
See I'm a big mack, and every bitch in sight
Says "Is that Short Dog sitting at a red right?"

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