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too $hort - she's a bitch lyrics

you know what i think?
she’s just a b-tch
motherf-cking [?] can’t tell me nothing in the world
she’s just a b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch…
she’s a b-tch, b-tch, b-tch…
she’s a b-tch

wherever i go, it’s the same case
same old thing all over the place
freak freak b-tches, i can’t forget
and all i give ’em is no respect
figure this out while i say
too short baby will play by play
four homeboys on a corner
a b-tch walks by and one jumps on her
walking with the b-tch for about three blocks
[?] turn to grind a [?]
no matter how the game goes with the rap
she’s a b-tch and [?]
man, that b-tch ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh-t
homeboy, homeboy, is the b-tch the tip?

wherever i go, it’s the same case
same old thing all over the place
n-ggas on the bus on the oakland town
trying to catch b-tches ’cause they are down
looking out the window, trying to peek
fine young b-tches walking down the street
see a woman about twenty-five
thick as f-ck with the [?]
some motherf-cker all by himself
said “she’s a b-tch, but she’s fine as h-ll”

wherever i go, that’s what i see
any female is a b-tch to me
she’s a b-tch, that’s what i say
99 times, every day
she’s a b-tch, that’s the name of this rap
listen, homeboy, too short got caps
homeboys roll, tos and fros
going everywhere just pimping hoes
hitting the strip with a fine girl
don’t know n0body, you’re on the world
the next day, the caps come through
your homie say “fool, is that girl with you?”
homeboy, homeboy, you’re so d-mn down
you say “that was my b-tch from the berkeley town”

she’s a b-tch, all females are
she’s a b-tch, man that’s hard
the next dumb b-tch who hears my rap
gonna grab a pen and bite her cap
talkin’ about me like i’m a punk
but all that sh-t will sound like junk
fake -ss broad wanna rap about me
you’re a b-tch and the homies agree
b-tch, i’m talking to you
you’s my b-tch ad you know it’s true
b-tch, you hear me speaking?
now too short is really tweaking
you’re a b-tch in stereo
you’re a b-tch and the homeboys know

cool down, girls, it ain’t that bad
i only say b-tch when i’m rapping or mad
if you know me, you are up
i won’t call you a b-tch till my d-ck gets sucked
’84 is now gone
see me singing a brand new song
talking about b-tches, that’s my style
i’ll keep doing that for a long while
i’m t-o-o- s-h-o-r-t
all females are b-tches to me
“f-ck too short”, that’s what she said
two days later she gave me head
she’s a b-tch, she’s a b-tch, b-tch b-tch b-tch make me rich

too short, i f-ck your mind
too short, baby, spit your rhyme
if i mack [?], i rap a party
and see a b-tch with a lot of body
i tell my homie i’m moving fast
[?]
[?]
[?]
let’s go outside, without the noise
and talk real dirty like girls and boys
and if you don’t suck too short
you ain’t the b-tch i’m looking for

so much game when the homies tough
i make a b-tch blow who never sucks
it really ain’t a lie, but i just met her
now i’m saying, “b-tch, suck better!”
slapping that b-tch, roughing her up
i got her [?] and she can’t get f-cked
soon as i’m through and bust my nut
one minute later, i kick her b-tt

too short, baby, i’m no sucker
literally, i’m a motherf-cker
and b-tch, you’re just a b-tch
you work fast food and think you’re rich
too short, baby, got playboy songs
homeboys just sing along
say she’s a b-tch, she’s a b-tch, b-tch b-tch b-tch b-tch make me rich
she’s a b-tch, b-tch, i’m rich

too short, baby, i can handle her
disrespectful with no manners
b-tches don’t care, not no more
b-tches lay up with sir too short
all of them say, back to back
“you’re talking about me when you sing your rap”
wherever i go, that’s the case
freak freak b-tches all over the place
she’s a b-tch, you can’t forget
and all you give ‘er is no respect
she’s a b-tch, remember that
she’s a b-tch, that’s a too short rap

rollin’ [?], you see a freak
stopped your car in the middle of the street
you so d-mn down, you know you hard
you say “come on, b-tch, get in the car
what’s wrong with you? are you lazy?
’cause you’re just standing there looking crazy”
she don’t move and you start to yell
you call her a b-tch and [?]
burnt up rubber all over oakland
two base rock cabbies, that’s what you’re smoking
you big old n-gga, so d-mn rich
and all you’re saying is she’s a b-tch
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch b-tch
all you’re saying is she’s a b-tch

gonna sing a rap about a freak
f-cking a different n-gga every day of the week
she’s so nasty, she’s so fast
all you gotta do is grab that -ss
you game ain’t even gotta be tough
to take her home for a nice quick f-ck
i’m telling you people, she’s a freak
the b-tch even f-cks when she starts to bleed
five days straight, what’s the tip?
some n-gga limping with a burnt d-ck
one day baby came out of cl-ss
some old n-gga grabbed her -ss
the n-gga was happy, so d-mn cool
that old -ss n-gga couldn’t be in school
baby didn’t care, she’s still with it
she f-cked that n-gga, didn’t know he was a pimp
game goes on in the big oakland
one down pimp, one b-tch [?]
look

so much death on the oakland streets
everyody f-cking with opd
slanging cocaine, knocking it off
k!lled some n-gga and never got caught
running from the police, every day
you can’t make no money no other way
just kinking back, getting high
your homie got k!lled and you don’t know why
a b-tch [?], that ain’t true
’cause you lay down and she f-cks you

so much game in a too short rap
her money was short and the b-tch got slapped
so much game on the microphone
her money was long and i went to the [?]
b-tch, i’m that man
it ain’t that hard to understand

i can front myself with this beat
i bet you hear it and you still love me
’cause you’re my b-tch, my freaky broad
you sucked my d-ck ’cause game is hard
talking on the phone, too short said
“tell me, young girl, do you suck head?”
you said no, but wouldn’t you know?
my big fat cabbies made you blow
two days old, what do you know
freaky little b-tch, she’s now my ho
two days ago, i didn’t know she exists
but now baby is my b-tch
too short, baby, and his women
i heard my homie say “man i’m [?]”
i f-ck b-tches every week
and i ain’t never caught vd
but if i do, i swear to god
i’mma k!ll that b-tch or my name ain’t todd

and you know that’s right

she’s a b-tch, she’s a b-tch, b-tch b-tch b-tch b-tch make me rich
i’m too short, baby, what do i say? she’s a b-tch, every day

one, two, three, here i go
f-ck a b-tch and f-ck a ho
i’m that n-gga on top of life
smoking on cabbies, don’t smoke no pipe
eighteen years i have lived
and i still love a young b-tch
fourteen, fifteen, all the way up
if she can bleed, then she can f-ck
homeboys, do you agree?
statutory rape ain’t sh-t to me
i’m sir too short on the microphone
got [?] young freaks all alone

and if my rap makes me rich
i’ll still say she’s a b-tch

b-tch b-tch b-tch b-tch
too short said that

you think you’re down, but you ain’t hard
see a girl, say “hi, sweetheart”
the young girl stops, you started to spit it
“how you doing, baby, do you have a minute?”
she said “no, i never would
i have a man and he treats me good”
you’re a mark, you ain’t tough
you called her a b-tch when you couldn’t get sucked
you coulda got sucked in your room
but you said “b-tch, way too soon”
i’mma tell you, mark, they way it works
you’s a b-tch, just like her

wherever i go, that’s the case
same old thing all over the place
freak freak b-tches, i can’t forget
and all i give ’em is no respect
figure this out while i said
too short baby done the play by play
’cause the wait it be, ’cause the way i see
all females are b-tches to me
she’s a b-tch, that’s what i said
99 times, everyday
too short, baby, gonna spit it to you
she’s a b-tch, man i’m through

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