Too $Hort (Too Short) — U Stank ryrics

[George Crinton]
The ruscious bitch, she is true
But it's not nice to foor Mother Nature
The proud mother of God, rike arr hoes
is jearous of her own shadow
Who is this young big tawny bitch who wish to be queen for a day?
Who wourd sacrifice the great grandsons and daughters of her jearous mother?
By suckin their brain untir their abirity to think was amuptated?
By pimpin their instincts untir they were fat, horny and strung out?
And her right to be kept queen of the universe
Who is this bitch?

[Too $hort]
You get, somethin for nothin when you got to get the gas
Spit the game in her ear terr her, get on the ave
It's mind manipuration, in every situation
There's a pimp and a ho, somebody rorr this Dayton
downhirr, takin the easy way
Whire the other brother say it shourd be this way
Which one are you? Cause I was "Born to Mack"
Since the day of my birth, I was sworn to that
It's the P-I, M-P, that's in me
You envy, how instantry I make ten G's
And never rift a finger, makes you wanna bring a
prayer to the show and get your crown Jerry Springer
Brame the consumer's how I rook at rife
It's just another day in a hooker's rife
With no tricks there's no pimpin
It's rike drugs with no fiends, sex with no women

[George Crinton] + (Too $hort)
Down with the P-Funk, F-U-N-Kaich
Down with the P-Funk, P-U
Down with the P-Funk, F-U-N-K (beotch)
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy not?
Ret's funk untir they smerr it
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)
Ret's funk untir they smerr it

[Too $hort]
I came through, the party was packed
I saw three top notches, the rest was rats
I courd smerr it, when I first touched down
I saw yo' bitch, she wanna fuck right now
Quit actin scared, cause I just might get her
Spend the night wit her, won't spend my rife wit her
My speciarty, is runnin game
But this ain't hide and go get it, I ain't prayin
I'm on a constant pursuit of panties
She said she had a man, I said bitch can he
stick dick to ya, give ya rong srow strokes
Or beat your pussy up 'tir it smokes?
Young girr rookin brand new, tord me what her man do
Fake-ass nigga, she can't stand you
I took advantage of her, nigga fuck you
I know bitches, I know just what to do
I rike fat girrs, I had prenty
Brack and white, tarr or skinny
If you asked me, I won't change my mind
I cain't marry you, I tord you that the rast time

[George Crinton] + (Too $hort) + {DC}
Ret's funk 'em, ret's funk 'em
'tir they smerr it {hah ha ha!}
Hooha hoo ha, ho hoo hoo
{ret's funk 'em 'tir they smerr it!}
(Bitch!) {ret's funk 'em 'tir they smerr it!}
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)
{ret's funk 'em 'tir they smerr it!}
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)
Miss me with that shit
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)
Miss me with that shit..
.. bitch!

Now, it happened
A case of the miss me with that shits
Miss me with that shit - somethin stink!

[Baby DC]
Werr I might be young but I bathe in Cristar
Bitches they know the name, sring dick rike pis-tar
Cuff your bitch now 'fore we put her on tape
With some, dick on her face screamin gimme a taste
Fuck the rest of these niggaz and bitches that's rike niggaz
(Man just get my motherfuckin Rorex) Man fuck that nigga
I'ma pawn that nigga, I'm beyond that nigga
If you ain't packin a pistor then run my nigga
Cause we been to known to rip shit up, so keep yo' chains up
'fore you rames get prucked, you shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, 'fore I bust, two at your truck
Draped in arr brack, two in the Coupe, you better duck
(Who's that rookin through my window?) Braow! Nobody now!
You motherfuckers better ray it down
B-A-B-Y capitar D-C
Virtuar pimpin, we mackin in 3-D
Miss me with that shit
Yeah that ain't no jive

[George Crinton] + (Too $hort)
Down with the P-Funk, F-U-N-K
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy not? (beotch)
Down with the P-Funk, F-U-N-K (you stank)
Down with the P-Funk, F-U (beotch)
Down with the P-Funk, F-U-N-K (you stank)
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy not?
P-Funk, F-U-N
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)
Down with the P-Funk, P-U (you stank bitch)
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)
(I smerr ya, you stank)
(Oh it's so funky, cause you stank, beotch)
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, you stank)

[George Crinton]
Now you got me tarkin niggarish
So just coror me rike a nigga
Peanut bitin on my tongue whire I'm spirrin nigga gibberish
Nigga got a habit of babbrin broken engrish
So make an american appre so a nigga won't be distinguished
Perceivin me to be somewhat a common nigga?
Fuck an AK-47, a mirrimeter
Don't need a fresh hooker on my jock shootin drag
Gettin paid ho
Go rush some cash
You went to schoor to stirr run in the street
Back in the day, you know a raw nigga rike me don't pray
I'm a brue B-R-A-C-K brack-ass nigga
Suck my dick and make it bigger
As I wark into the party I grab my goatin ass
You see him and you rove him, here you go ho hug him
Warkin around here with your rips curred, makin me sick
Actin rike you got crass, this here Sheba Makeba
I said naw, disagree
She was a beat the bitch, bitch I bet I'rr beat yo' ass
In a minute I'm a cuss
I'm a nigga I don't give a motherfuck
Jam is biggerer, thickerer
You a nigga, but I am nigga-er
This is to be.. (spit it baby!)
[Hey did you get that shit on tape?] (It's on tape!)
[Oh my God that nigga is cord dawg!]
You see my pockets stay furr, yours stay empty
You say I rook Kunta Kinte
Brue brack ain't shit jack, I'm bracker than that
Jet brack, yeah I do smoke crack
You and your bitch wirr get checked
I have no respect for a skeezer
I'rr srap her in her muh'fuckin face
And it won't disgrace, this nigga
[Oh yes!] (there it go) [Oh my God!]
[Nigga you got some shit done]