Too $hort (too Short) - Pimp The Hoe lyrics

Pimp the hoe Pimp that hoe It's like Too $hort raps been around a while I rocked to the beat and got my own style I'm from the O city, and I said it before I was born to mack, call me Playboy $hort You wanna get freaky? Look at the time We could do the nasty, but it's almost nine My show starts at ten, I gots to go Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho Check it out everybody, if you got two ears Turn your radio up, Short Gog is here If the ba** ain't kickin, pick up the phone Dial 911, tell em: turn it on Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red dress She had a soft booty, and a real big chest She said, "I love you", said it again At the motel freaked her and her friends Like a Too $hort rap, and everybody knows Like the Mack said, homie, pimp the hoes Ain't no need in playin games, none at all Fakin like a giant when you're just too small No need to rush, take your time To adjust to the changes in my rhyme To you rappers - tonight's your night You all jump straight up on your mic Screamin "I'm the best", but let me see I make a lotta money, could that be me? He said, "Hell no, I'm the king of the rap" Looked me in my eyes, said, "Deal with that" I said, "Hold on, buddy, don't talk that junk You drank two 40s, now you must be drunk" He said, "Let's battle", I said "Go" Like the Mack said, homie, I pimped the hoe All hail the king, go straight to hell If your girlfriend's freakin on a freaky tale Better play your rap and take mine off Before the b**h gets wet and you're still soft No need to rush, take your time To adjust to the changes in my rhyme I was on the turf, cold chillin out When a s**er MC got hit in the mouth Tryin to find out if he can hang with me The boy got hooked on the Dope Fiend Beat I said, "b**h, what are you smokin?" It ain't funny, cool, I ain't jokin You never shoulda said I was fakin the place You wouldn'ta got socked straight in your face I'm the coldest MC on a microphone Now the s**er MC's just leave me alone They might s** on yours, but they can't get mine Like the Mack said, homie, pimp all the time I'm not talkin bout hookers in mini-skirts When you pimp like me, put your mind to work It's like 24 hoes, better known as tracks When I grab that mic I spit these raps I start workin the hoes, and it just don't stop It's goin on till the panties drop I'm Sir Too $hort, like I said b**h can't lick, don't give me head Had a fresh young tender, won't say her name It's the same old story, ran the same old game She can blow more head than a well blows water The girl won't stop when she get started Like the freak you married, I had to get with her Ain't no doubt, Short Dog would get her I'm a cold player, I can't lie They call me Playboy $hort, and I told you why I'm a mack, so get back I put my tape in the deck in my Cadillac And as my ride goes on definitely I speak each word loud as can be I'm the T-double o, and like I said If your girlfriend's freakin, I accept all head Scream out the combination, and I open the lock Plug in the mic jack, and then rock that co*k Back to back like the Oakland Raiders In and out like your crossfaders Makin people dance all over the floor Lovin that rapper named Sir Too $hort You got my bank, little girl, no time to act silly I'm dynamite, baby, and my name ain't Willy Cold as hell, hard to stop I spit these raps and rock yo block Hit the city talkin bout, it's goin on And the next thing you know, the whole nation's gone It's Too $hort on the mic And I'm spittin mo' raps than any rapper you like So all you s**ers-worth rappers, you hate my beat All I gotta say is, don't f** with me My game is tight, my bank is made You can hate big $hort, but I still get paid You say, "I can't", I say you can Show respect, little boy, when you deal with a man I saw you laughin when you came in the place Punk, I start laughin when I spit in your face See I know how I feel, I should be shut at dawn But I'm a true MC, I keep rockin on I won't say I'm best, won't declare I'm bad I'm just a rappin muthaf**a with a hard-a** rap Too $hort cold comin up Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your bu*t Be a man if you can, cause it might get worse You be walkin round town with a wig and a purse No tellin what's next, I don't know Like the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho (I'll be good to you You'll be good to me Anything you want Or anything you need I got my eye on you And I'm into you I'll give you all my dough You just pimp that hoe) I'm never draggin when I'm rhymin, cause I make a lotta money I jump in my car, drop it if it's sunny Doggin the freaks, and all that sh** Long haired hoes with real big tits I'm a eastside player oh yes, I am Grab the microphone and start makin grands I take a freak to her room, not a hotel trick I cold chill out at the Motel Six I'm ridin in the car, and I can't be found I'm the hardest muthaf**a rappin from this town My name is Sir Too $hort, and if you say 'so what?' I look you in your eye, and wouldn't give a f** I live a California lifestyle, ain't no trip 8 years on the mike, and ain't faked it yet So when you see me on stage, I won't blow you a kiss I put my finger in the air and tell you just like this Say b**h Pimp the hoe