Too $hort (too Short) - Just Like Dope lyrics

(Too $hort) It's that high The p**y's just like dope It's that dope Even, if, you don't, want no mo' Even if you don't want no mo' The p**y's just like dope First time you got a shot, you was hooked When she walked into your life, you never shoulda looked Ain't no rehab for p**y, it won't hurt me You just like cigarettes and goin cold turkey That's all you ever think about Nasty a** hoes'll give you stank mouth First thing in the morning, she's on your mind Twenty minute kisses, all the time Bomb a** head, hit it from the back She be ridin yo' dick like a horse bareback You ever wonder where she learned that? The b**h'll pull a pimp's perm back Special handlin, dick's the package It's mine - you gon' let me have it back b**h? Good p**y make you fall in love You better say no to d** Chorus: Too $hort It's like h**n (h**n, h**n) The p**y's just like dope Even, if, you don't, want no mo' The p**y's just like dope (Too $hort) I chose to say no to d** p**y throw them thangs beat yo' a** like thugs Have you whipped, creamin in yo' hand and sh** Call her every day and can't stand the b**h You old p**y a** s**er n***az still love hoes that f**k other n***az Can't tell you nothin, you need counselin F**k that sh**, keep poundin it I'm talkin bout some stay wet, bustin big nuts in her face sh** Dick thrustin like a spaceship Red snapper's what I call that p**y Why you askin stupid questions like would she s** yo' dick -- you ain't know? It was pa**ed down to her from her kinfolks Momma and her aunties was freaks Kryptonite p**y got you weak Chorus (E-40) Uh-huh.. OOOH! Some of these b**hes is garden tools, and I don't mean shovels I mean hoes HOES experts at workin they p**y muscles Literally (??) over these hoes, n***az'll fight and scrap for But see I don't play that sh**, I beat a bootch down with a belt buckle The first thing you wanna do is go down on a botch, and eat her crabby KNOWIN that there botch still got lead in her a** from yesterday I'm on your botch -- size 44D bodacious breasts but the b**h got mo' miles on her THAN SOUTHWEST Don't, you, get it dis-com-bob-u-la-ted (discombobulated) She used to have a 70's bush - until I shaved it (until I shaved it) Beatch, beatch! Now you all in front of her momma's house, blowin your horn (blowin your horn) All in front of her momma's house, blowin your horn Suicide, dial that girl for help? (help?) Shot up her fam' BAM, returned to grind on yourself Chorus 2X