Too $hort (too Short) - Dope Fiend Beat lyrics

b**h, funky fresh from oakland, california... Dangerous music and it don't stop to the beat, baby... b**hes on my mind I can't hold back, now's the time All you loud-mouth b**hes talk too much And you dick teasin' b**hes never f** I seen long-hair b**hes, workin in stitches Her hair ain't really but two inches All you bald-head hoes in the oakland world Runnin' around town with jheri curls Nappy head n***as like myself Get a bald-head and say: 'go to hell!' But you's a snake, you's the one You bald-head b**h, you need a perm So much game when the homies tough I make a b**h go who never s**s It really ain't life but I just met her Now I'm sayin': 'b**h, s** better!' f** 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, b**h, I kept talkin' sh** Mothaf** you, damn sh**-head b**h I wanna bl**job and I'm not kiddin' Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin' I'm that n***a you'll answer to If I say: 'b**h, 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 mothaf** you, b**h, goddamn a** hoe The dope fiend beat... For all you junkies to just ride... H-e-a-d, I need a doctor just for me To s** my dick like a vet To give me head until I sweat She gotta s** dick So I can tell all my homies just what she did She s**ed and s**ed and she's a b**h to the beat I'm too $hort, I said my name is too $hort and it don't stop I love you b**hes for the bl**jobs I just laugh over and over When the b**h drinks s**m like it's soda I straight start aimin', would I miss? Get back b**h, I wouldn't never kiss I say she looks so good and she's so big But, man oh man, that b**h can wimp If I wanna I could rock her But I can't f** no-head doctor b**hes don't know that's too $hort's tip You might get geed if you don't s** dick But I'm so fresh, I'm so down I tell you b**hes the other way around If you do me first then I do you So the game jumps up when the b**h 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 b**h broken I tell you, baby, playin' just like that I'm the best of the players to the ice cold vet And, b**h, you just a b**h 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: 'b**h, 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 b**h, 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, b**hes, nasty freaks My raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats... She's a b**h to the dope fiend beat... All you junkies just ride... b**hes 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 b**hes 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 b**hes like me cause I'm turnin' it out I'm here, there, everywhere Sportin' fat gold rope, I'm a mothaf**in' player Recognize game when it's on your face As you dip to the beat and you feel the ba** 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 b**h 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 b**hes I tell you a story of rags to riches So check it out, freak nasty I know you're fine but you look like la**ie b**h, 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 sh** I just drop a few lines and then call her b**h... b**h!