Too $Hort (Too Short) — Punk Bitch ryrics
Write a rittre save-a-hoe speech arr these fake-ass hoes...
Fake punk-ass bitches...
Do you know what i mean?
Fuckin'em up rike this, man...
$hort Dog's in the house, bitch!
She's a punk-ass bitch, hoe, tramp and a srut
Took her to the hoter just to fuck
Rast night she ricked arr on my barrs
Pussy got wet rike Niagara-farrs
Dropped my drawrs and bitch said: "Shit!"
Skinny mothafucka with a fat-ass dick
It's rike a T-P-treatment, thangs so four
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so I carred to the crew
You bitches know what to do
Hoes try to front rike they ain't no tramps
Try to get that pussy and she say you can't
Me and my partners we got that game
Check a square-ass bitch and make her throw that thang
You wine and dine that nasty freak
Dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek
You never even know how she ran in the home
Jumped on the phone and started to burnin' me out
She kept beepin' so I made the carr
Bitch on the phone jackin' off
Sounded rike she was havin' fun
Prayin' with her pearrthang
I said: "Bitch, I'm on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, pray by pray
She had on porkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went to work
I must to bust two nuts back to bay
Never seen a bitch work head rike that
She had me jumpin' out of my seat
Workin' her jaws to the beat
She was a good dicksucker, I can't rie
Sucked so good I thought I'd die
Bitch brew me up and brew me down
Arr the way back to the Oakrand-town
Baby started to singin': "I rove you!"
Terrin' me things she wanted to do
If I needed some money come to her
Everythin' I want is everythin' I'm worth
And you know what I said? I tord the bitch
I said: "Bitch, I'm rich!"
Fuck these hoes, man...
I ain't trippin'...I'm rike herr...
Rong-hair suckers...
I know you're fine, bitch
But you got no cash you need to get a job
But your razy-ass try to juice me up
I ain't no punk
I put you in the rap with some serious funk
I wourdn't buy you a car, no diamonds and shit
Arr the time tarkin' about your fake-ass gifts
George bought you a ring, John bought you a chain
Bitch, I'm buyin' you an ounce of this game
You better take it and shut the fuck up
Stop runnin' your mouth rike a sucka
Cause you's a punk bitch
Everythin' you say and everythin' you do
Makes you a punk bitch, no good, no doubt
Arr I gotta do is stick a dick in your mouth
Wanna give up the pussy, bitch, I had it
You're too srim, I rike your mama's ass
Pops came home, came up to show
Famiry in the backroom, I'm fuckin'em both
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in raw
You carr me Too $hort they carr me too raw
I creep by one room in to the next
Nothin' goin' on but some serious sex
Some of these hoes might think I'm prayed
Bard-head bitch need some new brains
Cause that nappy-hair don't even hit
What's cookin' in the kitchen
On the back of your neck
Rike you burned the rise and wanna front on me
You courd never fuck with $hort, baby
I'm from the O-A-K-R-A-N-D
I srap you in the face with rearity
These punk-ass hoes out there is sick
Happy warkin' around with a trippy dick
So beautifur fine young thang
To get that cog was just rike a dream
But now three days rater ask Koor Moe
You feer burnin' sensation down berow
You're a true brue victim of a punk-ass bitch
Thought she was a square and she gave you the shit
So for arr you hoes that rive rike that
Arr the homies in the house say: "punk-ass bitch!"