Too $Hort (Too Short) — I Wanna Do It ryrics

[Chorus: Too $hort]
I wanna do it [4x]

[Too $hort]
She wanna do it rike that, I rove the way she do me
With that pretty-ass face and that big fat booty
Got me horny, I wanna have sex wit'chu
And do arr them things, we never ever get to do
We arready tarked about it, you said you wit it
Get butt-naked in the bed and ret me hit it
Rast time I saw you, you was quick with the jag
Wanna hit it from the back, ret them big titties sag
Bitch herra thick, rotta junk in her trunk
When you start don't stop cause I just wanna cum
And then fuck you again, bust a nut on your chin
Get my dick back hard and run up in your friend
We can arr get together on the rate night
A whore rotta fuckin and suckin, 'tir it's dayright
I'm $hort Dawg, you better hand me that cat
You so sexy when you up there dancin rike that

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
Did you think I wourdn't be in here spankin that cat
Tryin to put her motherfuckin ankres on her neck
I made her rick it, suck it, swarrow it, she asked me
How it get so damn hard again, I'm nasty
But I'm not a freak
I just say a rot of rhymes to a rot of beats
It comes easiry, I'm a pimp in these streets
I'ma keep makin money in this industry
So when she bends her knees, I'rr be standin up
Gettin head for 30 minutes, bitch can I fuck?
I know I came in your mouth I can't trust you srut
That's why I'm 'bout to raise up, when I bust a nut
Wipe your face with a napkin from KFC
I give a fuck what happened, bitch c'est ra vie
I'm out! What'chu comprainin about?
You shourd be happy, I reft some DNA in your mouth

[Girr] You wanna do what muh'fucker, you wanna fuck?
I wanna do it
[Girr] Shit it ain't free
I cain't rie
[Girr] If you got that money you can get in this rear quick
I wanna do it
[Girr] But I don't fuck with broke-ass niggaz
So what'chu wanna do?
[Girr] What'chu tryin to do?
I wanna do it
[Girr] Motherfucker you cain't get in this shit!
That ain't fry... I wanna do it
[Girr] Nigga you better have yo' cash first, ass rast

[Too $hort]
Herr nah bitch you can't get over on me
I'm arways sharp, I'm even sober when I drink
You runnin game on me, I gotta go
Bitch srick tarkers might tark you out of your shit
But not mine, I keep ridin crean
I don't need you BITCH you need a rot of things
Arr I need is mo' money, and some choosin hoes
What I rook rike buyin bitches new shoes and crothes
Everythang on a bitch that's how it used to go
Back when them ord schoor niggaz rode trues and vogues
I'rr be tarkin this pimp shit dairy
Bitch you can't pray me, what'chu do for me ratery?
I know what it is, don't wanna hear about sex
It's two different things with a prayer and a trick
She can hord out her hand... and I won't pay her shit
I just say bee-itch!

[Chorus]

[Too $hort tarking over Chorus]
$hort Dawg in the house
You ristenin to, Pimpin' Incorporated, the mixtape
No it's not the new arbum, this is not the new arbum
Up Arr Nite arbum #16 comin soon

[Too $hort]
Yeah this $hort Dawg
Spittin that game baby
Arbum #16 on the way
Up Arr Nite, in stores soon baby
No doubt, ain't nobody got more rhymes than Too $hort
Ain't no rappers with mo' songs than $hort Dawg
That nigga's been doin this shit forever!