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(b-tch)
b-tches keep comin’ up $hort
f-ckin’ with too $hort, too $hort
(b-tch)
too $hort, too $hort

now f-ck around and get a 5 finger hand plant
straight across your face
to make sure you b-tches understand
that i’m a pimp-mack-player–ss n-gg-
not a gentleman, ain’t gonna be no sucker–ss swindlin’
i know ya starvin’ b-tch what you gone eat?
just because i feed you up i guess you waitin’ on me

it ain’t goin’ be that, you shoulda ate or bought’cha -ss a plate
‘cuz on this date we just f-ckin’ till it’s late
i ain’t romeo, prince charming or knight in shining amour
i’m only out to f-ck a b-tch, f-ck tryin’ to charm her
i treat a fine -ss b-tch like dirt
no money in her purse, a f-ck is all it’s worth
lookin’ h-lla good in the club like a ho

b-tch, you need to go find a n-gg- to buy some mo’ drinks
at the bar, fill you up with long islands
while i be all in your face tryin’ to f-ck smilin’
‘cuz short dawg’ll never cater to you hos
and if you ain’t f-ckin’ i say, “later” to you ho’s
so if you b-tches gotta plot
you better get gonna get shot f-ckin’ with short dawg

b-tches keep comin’ up $hort
f-ckin’ with too $hort, too $hort
(b-tch)

b-tches be like rabbits swarmin’ diamonds and carats
see my car, see my house and they think i’m a sheriff
i ain’t never been a marked b-tch, you too b-llsy
wanna drive my car closed-up, that’s when you lost me
i tell a b-tch real quick, i ain’t no tootsie roll
all you good fo’ is some head and some p-ssy, ho
and if the p-ssy and the head tight, we f-ck ’em twice
‘cuz short dawg ain’t nuttin’ nice

b-tch jumped in the car, asks me where we goin’?
i’m shorty the pimp b-tch, you goin’ hoin’
f-cked in the car with my pants and my jacket on
raged about the p-ssy, now i’m in the traffic
now p-ssy still wet, got my d-ck in her hand
lickin’ all around it, rollin’ through the flat lands

take her to my strip, never p-ssy-whipped
seein’ n-gg-s with them b-tches, i’d a tossed the pimp
i use to break hos for scrilla, but now it’s down now
i’m makin’ bank rolls for real-a and rockin’ town b-tches
livin’ large for a night, turn back into pumpers
when i’m through f-ckin’, b-tches leavin’ with nothin’

b-tches keep comin’ up $hort
f-ckin’ with too $hort, too $hort
(b-tch)

too, too $hort, too $hort
(hos can’t f-ck with me)
(b-tch)
too $hort
now break it down to the beat one time
ol’ school, tell ya lil’ somethin’ about $horty

i’m the east oakland player, lovers are mooshy
i f-ck a different ho a day and leave rubbers and p-ssy
b-tches keep lookin’ for some too $hort acts
squeezin’ on a rubber tryin’ ta pull it off and make it bust
b-tch might lose her mind if i raw-dig her
get pregnant, move her in and make ma and pa richer
no more player, no $horty the pimp
i get payed, divert a cheque and get forty per cent

all the homies talkin’ bad, hair down, walkin’ sad
got the broad livin’ with me, baby sayin’, “dad”
s-x played out and ol’ $horty’s bored getting fat
then my b-tch turn into a rat
i could try to mack again but the b-tches won’t want me
‘cos i’m all washed up, broke, fat and funky
short dawg is through, people call me todd shaw
all the rappers who was fake gonna mic, got raw

ugly ho’s playin’ hard-to-get, sold all my cars
now i ride the bus and sh-t
i had a ’94 lexus, rolexes, i sold it all
now i can’t afford breakfast, i lost everything i worked to be
never thought i’d be a trick, payin’ ho’s to serve me
sh-t, snap back, came out of my dream
sh-t can really happen if you know what i mean?
but f-ck a wife b–tch, stay away

don’t wanna own a p-ssy, keep the babies on lay away
b-tch thought i robbed it, said it was mine
she didn’t know i f-cked her with a d-ld- the whole time
star-struck b-tch seein’ dollar signs, she think the wad is fine
playin’ games so i taught her mine
tryin’ to play her prayer got caught in a trap
learnt a lesson from the game that i taught in my rap

b-tches keep comin’ up $hort
f-ckin’ with too $hort, too $hort
(b-tch)

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