too short - top down lyrics
too short:
how freaky can you get to a long fat d-ck
h-lla freaky like i said to a song that hit
i’m the dirty rapper too short, the triple x
run up in the p-ssy, rub the nipple next
b-tch, which is worse?
my bark or my bite
you heard about me
and now i’m f-cking you from dark to the light
you must of thought i got nicer
talking about heiser
i’m an old dogg and old dogg’s get wiser
caught up in the game, got ya thinking while your doing this
you never did this, sucking on a big d-ck
what b-tch? you better check the size, and recognize
when i’m between your thighs
sh-t, i get hard from the sound of a kidrum
riding down the strip with your diamonds and ? ?
shiny bald head catching sun rays
smashing down the strip going backwards down runways
four eighteens with the zues and the zapto
sounding like i’m riding out a concert at a rap show
hit a back street and put the top up
stopped at the light see some hoes watch ’em jock us
i’m so roll with my electric top
hit a b-tton, ain’t gotta get out, f-ck with nuthin
let the top just fold up and lay down
slamming hard p-ssing by the schools and the playgrounds
everybody knows when short’s in town
cause i keep the beats thumping h-lla-hard with my top down
(whisper) drop the top
(whisper)just drop the top
(short) we call ’em rags, you call ’em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top
(short) we call ’em rags, you call ’em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top
nine alb-ms out, ain’t changed my talk
a thousands hoes walked on i’m still a dogg
ain’t changed nuthing but the hoe that i’m f-cking
still riding through the hood all the homies say “was ? ? ”
give me my props cause i always rock
and i still gets c-ck when the fine hoes jock
still smoking indo getting burned out
still got the orange juice bottle full of gin ’bout to turn out
a show
a hoe smashed back to the o
put them b-tches on my beeper then pull some mo’
cause i b-mp more hoes than acme
i guess you b-tch can’t learn that you just can’t mack me
i’m off of gin and juice
don’t even introduce
if you ain’t f-cking back up cause i’m free to choose
i want some p-ssy that could make write a freaky tale
drawls back, bootie cracks, b-tch in a hotel
just to say you got some too short d-ck
you wanna show some evidence, don’t swallow don’t spit
cause i bust more nuts than a squirel
and my d-ck been in p-ss-es all around the world
if you had a picture of it and you asked the b-tch
what’s this?
i bet you say, “too short d-ck”
i still taunt the fine hoes and get shot down
i say “b-tch”, slam the beat
smash off with my top down
just riding with my top down
(short) we call ’em rags, you call ’em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top
(short) we call ’em rags, you call ’em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top
we rode the ac transit bus
selling joints for a dollar, smoking angel dust
on the way to a house party
a maybe delux
slanging too short tapes
making some bucks
looking out the window at the mustang and falcon crew
asking myself “how can you? ”
roll like the giants down the foothill strip
with beats thumping top down b-mping a b-tch
sh-t i had to have drop
didn’t care, if i had a volkswagon
pick up the beat, had a hoes flaging
siding with the top down, lit like a lamp
blowing out the amp, trying to b-mp a tramp
most n-gg-rs couldn’t afford to have a drop top
so they got they sh-t cut at the chop shop
couldn’t tell n-gg-rs nuthin way back then
a lot of n-gg-rs died or they went to the pen
couldn’t even see the homie short bubble
bank get fat and my whole account double
when i walk in a club b-tches say “oo god,
is that you todd? ”
me and my homies just who-ride
and take advantage of a life we never had
f-ck eating cheese sandwiches, broke, living bad
i’m a do it for my homies that’s there to lock down
ride with my beats slamming top down
(whisper) drop the top
(whisper) just drop the top
(short) i got my top down
(whisper) drop the top
(whisper) just drop the top
(short) i’m just rolling with my top down
(short) we call ’em rags, you call ’em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top
(short)we call ’em rags, you call ’em drops
(short) whatever you call it just drop the top
(whisper) beyotch
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