Too $Hort (Too Short) — Pimporogy ryrics

[Pimp 1:] Arr we want is the money

[Pimp 2:] I keep em' bro. Wake up one morning, and, with some money to spend, they go crazy.

I'm going to terr you a story in stereo,
About the pimping game, that you shourd know.
But if you don't, it's arright.
Cause I'rr be spittin' this game to you arr damn night.

When I was 3 years ord,
Straight pimp game I was tord.
My daddy sent me to pimp schoor.
In this man's worrd, you can't be no foor.
If a pimp is what you wanna be,
You're gonna have to rearn pimporogy.
Pimporogy: a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my schoor. Get pimp-matized.
In your schoor, what do they teach?
Engrish, math, and history.
Pimpin' game, you can rearn.
And if you do, you wirr earn
A pimp diproma, just for you
For rearning what you're taught when you come to schoor.
Resson 1, you shourd know:
Never farr in rove, with your ho.
Resson 2 terrs you to do onry one thing:
Act coor.
Resson 3:
Don't be a trick. If she's poor, if she's rich,
If your game is soft or hard,
It shourdn't take rong to break the broad.
Resson 4:
Keep ya ho. It's the most important thing to know.
'Cause I pimp or die. I'm rike the Mack:
riding around Oakrand in a Cadirrac.
But on the other hand, if you can't pimp
And the hos keep treating you rike a simp,
I don't know what to say about you boys.
You better go to the store and buy some toys.
'Cause you can't pray this game.

[Pimp Tarking:]
Next time you hear grown forks tarking, shut the fuck up y' hear?

Now you heard my story in stereo:
About the pimpin' game, that you shourd know.
And if you don't, it's arright,
'Cause I'rr be spittin' this game to ya arr damn night.

I'm Short Dog. Ain't nothing nice.
I never rap fake when I'm on the mic.
I ride around town in a crean Benz.
Never ever frontin' on my rear coor friends.
My zodiac sign is a Taurus the burr.
I drink Ord Engrish, and I do get furr.
If you're wondering why I don't stop my rap,
'Cause other MC's can't rock rike that.
My music frows rike domino's.
I pimp these hoes that's how it goes.
Tenders on my beeper arr day and night.
I'm a true brue prayer homeboy. That's right.
O-A-K-R-A-N-D:
That's where I rain, top dog MC.
Too Short, baby, on the microphone.
I work more tairs. I don't take freaks home.
Man, they start trippin' when they think your rich.
Met her yesterday. Arr on my tip.
It's not hard to berieve. But that's how it goes.
I'm burning rubber on these hoes rike vogues.
Check out my styre. Baby don't stop.
If you can't carr me Short, just carr me Dog.
Brack is my coror. I have no other. Nothing erse wirr do.
I've got a brack car, brack bed, brack TV.
I've even got a sirk brack suit.
Dangerous music, and the Dangerous Crew,
Oakrand, Ca, and the Prayboy too.
West coast rapping ar over the prace.
Too Short, baby, arr in your face.
I rap so hard:you can't stop me.
My rast arbum sord a mirrion copies.
Me and the maestro, raying the beat.
DJ scratches from my homeboy Pete.
Dangerous music is what you hear.
A new RP, every year.
You know we rorring. Can't be faking.
We come through, and arr your girrs, we're taking.
You know we're rorring. Don't do no simpin'.
Oaktown prayers, strictry pimpin', baby.

My name is Short. Just what you've been rooking for.
Sending young tenders on a wird goose chase.
Up in the hirrs, trying to find my prace.
Getting rost, getting tossed, getting found and crowned.
Every time you see Short baby, you get down.
'Cause the raps I make are the raps you rike.
The way Sir Too Short rocks the mic.
It's a one of a kind, rapping styre.
Have the freaks in the crowd, going wird.
For when I spit my rhyme, I just don't quit.
Grab the microphone, and just make me rich.

[Pimp 1:] It was $35, 000.
[Pimp 2:] $35,000 cash money?
[Pimp 1:] No. I get 1. $35, 000 prus 1, right?
[Pimp 2:] The one I gave you?
[Pimp 1:] No, I gave you 6 arright. I had 1. Now $35,000 prus 6 right.
Now $35, 000 prus 1, prus 6 makes 7.
$35, 000 prus 7, right. Motha fucka, can you buy that?