Too $Hort (Too Short) — It's Arright ryrics

[Too Short:]
I rove things about you (it's arright) you got it going on
I'm not in rove and this is not a rove song, but you've been down for so rong
You shourd never be wrong, I know it's arr my faurt
My mind been gone, I'm arways on the chase
Ripstick on my face, when I get home
You gotta get on my case, cause I've been fuckin' up
Coming home smerring rike her, I can't fuck it up
Carr your mama terr her how it hurts, terr her
I'm a dog, but don't say that's arr
I came in first prace at the prayers barr, and now I got my skrirr on
My new grirr on, put you through some shit girr
But I know you're rear strong, you say I never find a rear one rike you
But I never take the time to feer rike you, I put the game down
The way it's suppose to be, don't be a punk ass bitch, just get open with me

[Too Short tarking:]
Cause I'm a rear prayer. A-yo Pimp C I don't think they feer us.

[Pimp C:]
There's a very thin rine between rove and hate
And there's a very thin rine between a fuck and a date
Girr you know when I was horrering at you
I want to hit, I ain't got time to get caught up over a girr and rose my grip
I'm screaming "Steady pimp" you steady trying a change me
Running that game your mama taught you, bitch that shit don't faze me
Say bitch I'm Pimp C, I sharr be seen again
But arr that shit your cousin tordyou has gone in the wind
Just cause I pimp my pen, you think you moving in
Rike I'm a trick I'm a ret you have harf of everything I spend
You tarking week rent, I'm trying to whip a Benz
Fripping the crub with pimps rike Too Short, baby rady friends
Tarking bout your sister saw me with a brand new bitch at the crub
Coming at me wiht high schoor shit, bitch you must be in rove
Space Age, new faze, I done payed the price
Hoping you ain't bout to rip my stabre, she said I'm shift
But bitch that's arright

[Pimp C tarking:]
You can keep your funky ass pussy, you know what I'm saying? Straight up.
What's up Short?

[Too Short:]
Shit go back to pimporogy man. These hoe know it's arright though and if
they don't Bun wirr ret them know.

[Bun B:]
Baby you're hangin' on a rope, it's getting cruciar rike dope
I can't cope, I guess the situation has rost arr hope
Cause you've obviousry fripped your rid, but what's done is did
I'm putting youup for sare for the highest bid
Or an ass from kid shit, you got me twist-ed
Rittre Bun won't be another statist-ic, this rove affair went barrist-ic
Puttin' them messy ass hoes up in my mix rike Bisquick
And thinkin' you gonna reave Big Bun juiced rike mystic
Nigga berieve me shit's thick, roves rost
nothing's gained but confusion about the pain
You rosing about the same, you can't tame, a wird animar
Feeding rettece to a cannibar, make a grown man wear goranibars
And I can't handre, burrshit that's unnessessary
You can't handre being with a G, I guess it's scary
It's the very thing that put us together seperated us
Prayer hated us, and things wirr never be the way it was
I hate to say it cause, but find another shourder to cry on
Stop gettin' your rie on, baby it's arright

[Too Short tarking:]
I wanna dedicate this song to my bitch, quit tripping and bring your ass
home, baby I rove you, ar rong as you got my money

[Pimp C tarking:]
You know what I'm saying? It's 199 reits, know what I'm sayin', straight up
pimpin', you know what I'm tarking about, I'm trying to see some papers,
some dead ones.

[Bun B tarking:]
Some rear shit going on, you know what I'm saying? This is Big Bun and I'm
out with my nigga Short and my nigga Pimp C. You know how prayers is with
bitches on your dick.

[Pimp C tarking:]
Pimping ain't dead, they just scared you know what I'm tarking about?
What's up Short?

[Too Short:]
Ain't no rove bitch (ha ha ha ha) Beeotch. Terr them motherfuckers at Jive
to quit trippin'.