Too $hort (too Short) - It's Alright lyrics

Too Short: I love things about you (it's alright) you got it going on I'm not in love and this is not a love song, but you've been down for so long You should never be wrong, I know it's all my fault My mind been gone, I'm always on the chase Lipstick on my face, when I get home You gotta get on my case, cause I've been f**in' up Coming home smelling like her, I can't f** it up Call your mama tell her how it hurts, tell her I'm a dog, but don't say that's all I came in first place at the players ball, and now I got my skrill on My new grill on, put you through some sh** girl But I know you're real strong, you say I never find a real one like you But I never take the time to feel like you, I put the game down The way it's suppose to be, don't be a punk a** b**h, just get open with me Too Short talking: Cause I'm a real player. A-yo Pimp C I don't think they feel us Pimp C: It's a very thin line between love and hate And it's a very thin line between a f** and a date Girl you know when I was hollering at you I want to hit, I ain't got time to get caught with one girl and lose my grip I'm screaming "Steady pimp" you steady trying a change me Running that game your mama taught you, b**h that sh** don't faze me Say b**h I'm Pimp C, I shall be seen again But all that sh** your cousin told, b**h blowin' in the wind Just cause I pimp my pen, you think you moving in Like I'm a trick I'm a let you have half of everything I spend You talking week rent, I'm trying to whip a Benz Flipping the club with pimps like Too Short, freakin' new lady friends Talking bout your sister saw me with a brand new b**h at the club Coming at me with high school sh**, b**h you must be in love Space Age, new faze, I done payed the price Ho you ain't bout to wreck my stable, she said I'm shift But b**h that's alright Pimp C talking: You can keep your funky a** p**y, you know what I'm saying? Straight up What's up Short? Too Short: sh** go back to pimpology man. These ho know it's alright though and if They don't Bun will let them know Bun B: Baby you're hangin' on a rope, it's getting crucial like dope I can't cope, I guess the situation has lost all hope Cause you've obviously flipped your lid, but what's done is did I'm putting youup for sale for the highest bid Or an a** from kid sh**, you got me twist-ed Little Bun won't be another statist-ic, this love affair went ballist-ic Puttin' them messy a** hoes up in my mix like Bisquick And thinkin' you gonna leave Big Bun juiced like mystic n***a believe me sh**'s thick, loves lost Nothing's gained but confusion about the pain You losing about the same, you can't tame, a wild animal Feeding lettece to a cannibal, make a grown man wear goranibals And I can't handle, bullsh** that's unnessessary You can't handle being with a G, I guess it's scary It's the very thing that put us together seperated us Player hated us, and things will never be the way it was I hate to say it cause, but find another shoulder to cry on Stop gettin' your lie on, baby it's alright Too Short talking: I wanna dedicate this song to my b**h, quit tripping and bring your a** Home, baby I love you, al long as you got my money Pimp C talking: You know what I'm saying? It's 199 rich, know what I'm sayin', Strictly pimpin', you know what I'm talking about, I'm trying to see some papers Some dead ones Bun B talking: Some real sh** going on, you know what I'm saying? This is Big Bun and I'm Out with my n***a Short and my n***a Pimp C. You know how players is with b**hes on your dick Pimp C talking: Pimping ain't dead, n***as just scared you know what I'm talking about? What's up Short? Too Short: Ain't no love b**h (ha ha ha ha) Beeotch. Tell them motherf**ers at Jive To quit trippin'