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too hort - nasty rhymes lyrics

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too $hort why you say those nasty words?
too $hort why you say those nasty rhymes?
how come you be dissin all us girls?
too $hort why you say those nasty words?

it’s like this b-tch

verse 1:
see i hit the studio ten years ago,
screamin out cuss words like “f-ck you ho”
comin from east oakland went nationwide,
i’m on my tenth alb-m b-tch and i still aint died
wouldn’t change for nuthin, gettin paid to kick it,
you could rap your whole life and wouldn’t make a mealticket
n-gg- don’t stop rappin let the hoes keep hoin’,
as long as i’m alive i’ma keep on rollin
can’t do nuthin for a b-tch while she bleed,
you can put that on a fat bag of weed
and get high, n-gg- f-ck these hoes,
i’ll be singin nasty rhymes even when i’m old
cause i don’t stop rappin, bank keep stackin,
wherever theres hoes best believe i’m mackin
all you emcees tryin to take my place,
yellin “beyotch!!” just to hear the people say

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verse 2:
i talk bad about a b-tch, it aint that hard,
never got the big head still the same old todd
in every household n-gg-s know my name,
hoes love the way i kick that game
>from nineteen-eighty to ninety-six,
i’m still makin hits, hoes ridin the d-ck
my crew is thick, and we dangerous,
you lick d-ck b-tch, you wanna hang with us?
you better never talk down on a player,
i’m $horty the pimp, i got hoes everywhere
i get my cash quick you lil’ fast b-tch,
i take you to my house and get my -ss licked
you say hey too $hort why you rap so nasty,
i look you in the face and say b-tch don’t ask me
nuthin, they’ll never take my place,
i’m yellin “beyotch!!” just to hear the people say

-female speaking indeterminately-

don’t get me wrong b-tch

verse 3:
see i got a gang of homies that i put on deck,
i make the sh-t that you b-mp when you in the projects
you can check my file and won’t find a flaw,
you can ask these b-tches am i really raw
like captain fowl, i cuss you out while i spit in your mouth,
so b-tch don’t ask me how
too $hort f-cked it up came back again ho,
smokin them big fat sacks of indo
i make a new alb-m every year,
my speakers so loud i can barely hear
i got a bad b-tch, with some big ol’ br–sts,
i like to play with them t-tties, lay my d-ck on her chest
and start strokin, thats how it should be,
i’m bustin’ nuts everywhere but in her p-ssy
and if sometimes things don’t go my way,
i say “beyotch!!” just to hear the people say

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