Too Short

Too Short - Dope Fiend Beat lyrics

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Dangerous Music and it don't stop to the beat  baby...

 Bitches on my mind
 I can't hold back  now's the time
 All you loud mouth bitches talk too much
 And you dick teasin' bitches never fuck
 I seen a long hair bitch's workin' instincts
 Her hair ain't really but two inches
 All you bald head hoes in the Oakland world
 Runnin' around town with jeri curls
 Nappy head niggas like myself
 Get a bald-head and say: 'Go to hell!'
 But you's a snake, you's the one
 You bald-head bitch, you need a perm
 So much game when the homies tough
 I make a bitch go who never sucks
 It really ain't life but I just met her
 Now I'm sayin': 'Bitch, suck better!'
 Fuck you, stupid hoe, tell me just what you know
 I came to the party and turned it up
 You say: 'Ouh, he's got a dirty mouth!'
 But, bitch, I kept talkin' shit
 Mothafuck you, damn shit-head bitch
 I wanna blowjob and I'm not kiddin'
 Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin'
 I'm that nigga you'll answer to
 If I say: 'Bitch, jump!', that's what you do
 I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin' your mind
 Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time
 With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth
 And you know damn well what I'm talkin' about
 I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold
 So mothafuck you, bitch, goddamn ass hoe

 The dope fiend beat...
 For all you junkies to just ride...

 H-E-A-D, I need a doctor just for me
 To suck my dick like a vet
 To give me head until I sweat
 She gotta suck dick
 So I can tell all my homies just what she did
 She sucked and sucked and she's a bitch to the beat
 I'm Too $hort, I said my name is Too $hort and it don't stop
 I love you bitches for the blowjobs
 I just laugh over and over
 When the bitch drinks sperm like it's soda
 I straight start aimin', would I miss?
 Get back bitch, I wouldn't never kiss
 I say she looks so good and she's so big
 But, man oh man, that bitch can wimp
 If I wanna I could rock her
 But I can't fuck no-head doctor
 Bitches don't know that's Too $hort's tip
 You might get geed if you don't suck dick
 But I'm so fresh, I'm so down
 I tell you bitches the other way around
 If you do me first then I do you
 So the game jumps up when the bitch is true
 Soon as I come all in her mouth
 I smooth get dressed and roll out
 I'm Too $hort, baby, fresh fresh again
 One MC, one bitch broken
 I tell you, baby, playin' just like that
 I'm the best of the players to the ice cold vet
 And, bitch, you just a bitch
 You work fastfood and you think you rich
 You see, my game don't stop when it's on the one
 I love to see you when you work that thang
 Gettin' real busy at the back of the car
 Rollin' down the Skyline Boulevard
 I say: 'Bitch, what are you smokin'?'
 A big fat dick in the big East Oakland
 I see my homie, he needs to quit
 She was walkin' down the street
 With a big fat bitch, maybe I'm wrong
 He might get every two weeks that welfare check
 Oakland, California, is the city of snakes
 Pimps, pussies, players and fakes
 The big Oaktown, the city of liars
 Fresh storewires and voltaires
 A strip, bitches, nasty freaks
 My raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats...

 She's a bitch to the dope fiend beat...
 All you junkies just ride...

 Bitches on my mind
 I can't hold back, now it's the time
 To bust a left nut, right nut, in her jaw
 Opened eyes and guess what I saw
 Bitches on my mind
 Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme
 What would life be if it wasn't Too $hort
 It be nothin' but rappers from old New York
 But that's not likely and there's no doubt
 Bitches like me cause I'm turnin' it out
 I'm here, there, everywhere
 Sportin' fat gold rope, I'm a mothafuckin' player
 Recognize game when it's on your face
 As you dip to the beat and you feel the bass
 Crook it up loud, would be doin' fine
 Pose like a pimp and check my rhyme
 Some young tender dosen't like this beat
 But a bitch ain't nothin' but a word to me
 I can check her, wreck her, or just get paid
 Cut to the house and freak my maid
 You see, she dosen't speak english but we don't talk
 I call her Lucy and she's juicy, makes your eye balls walk
 We never hesitate to make good love
 She clean up my house and then clean me up
 So check it out, you bitches
 I tell you a story of rags to riches
 So check it out, freak nasty
 I know you're fine but you look like Lassie
 Bitch, not a long ago I used to hang at the mall
 Top floor, baby, all the freaks I called
 And if they didn't wanna come that ain't shit
 I just drop a few lines and then call her bitch...
 Bitch
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Copyrights:

Author: Ted Bohanon, Todd Shaw

Composer: ?

Publisher: Dangerous Music

Details:

Released in: 1987

Language: English

Appearing on: Born to Mack (1987)

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