Too Short - Pimp The Ho текст песни

Pimp the ho

Pimp that ho

Its like too $hort raps been around a while

I rocked to the beat and got my own style

Im from the o city, and I said it before

I was born to mack, call me playboy $hort

You wanna get freaky? look at the time

We could do the nasty, but its almost nine

My show starts at ten, I gots to go

Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho

Check it out everybody, if you got two ears

Turn your radio up, short gog is here

If the bass aint kickin, pick up the phone

Dial 911, tell em: turn it on

Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red dress

She had a soft booty, and a real big chest

She said, "i love you", said it again

At the motel freaked her and her friends

Like a too $hort rap, and everybody knows

Like the mack said, homie, pimp the hoes

Aint no need in playin games, none at all

Fakin like a giant when youre just too small

No need to rush, take your time

To adjust to the changes in my rhyme

To you rappers - tonights your night

You all jump straight up on your mic

Screamin "im the best", but let me see

I make a lotta money, could that be me?

He said, "hell no, Im the king of the rap"

Looked me in my eyes, said, "deal with that"

I said, "hold on, buddy, dont talk that junk

You drank two 40s, now you must be drunk"

He said, "lets battle", I said "go"

Like the mack said, homie, I pimped the ho

All hail the king, go straight to hell

If your girlfriends freakin on a freaky tale

Better play your rap and take mine off

Before the bitch gets wet and youre still soft

No need to rush, take your time

To adjust to the changes in my rhyme

I was on the turf, cold chillin out

When a sucker mc got hit in the mouth

Tryin to find out if he can hang with me

The boy got hooked on the dope fiend beat

I said, "bitch, what are you smokin? "

It aint funny, cool, I aint jokin

You never shoulda said I was fakin the place

You wouldnta got socked straight in your face

Im the coldest mc on a microphone

Now the sucker mcs just leave me alone

They might suck on yours, but they cant get mine

Like the mack said, homie, pimp all the time

Im not talkin bout hookers in mini-skirts

When you pimp like me, put your mind to work

Its like 24 hoes, better known as tracks

When I grab that mic I spit these raps

I start workin the hoes, and it just dont stop

Its goin on till the panties drop

Im sir too $hort, like I said

Bitch cant lick, dont give me head

Had a fresh young tender, wont say her name

Its the same old story, ran the same old game

She can blow more head than a well blows water

The girl wont stop when she get started

Like the freak you married, I had to get with her

Aint no doubt, short dog would get her

Im a cold player, I cant lie

They call me playboy $hort, and I told you why

Im a mack, so get back

I put my tape in the deck in my cadillac

And as my ride goes on definitely

I speak each word loud as can be

Im the t-double o, and like I said

If your girlfriends freakin, I accept all head

Scream out the combination, and I open the lock

Plug in the mic jack, and then rock that cock

Back to back like the oakland raiders

In and out like your crossfaders

Makin people dance all over the floor

Lovin that rapper named sir too $hort

You got my bank, little girl, no time to act silly

Im dynamite, baby, and my name aint willy

Cold as hell, hard to stop

I spit these raps and rock yo block

Hit the city talkin bout, its goin on

And the next thing you know, the whole nations gone

Its too $hort on the mic

And Im spittin mo raps than any rapper you like

So all you suckers-worth rappers, you hate my beat

All I gotta say is, dont fuck with me

My game is tight, my bank is made

You can hate big $hort, but I still get paid

You say, "i cant", I say you can

Show respect, little boy, when you deal with a man

I saw you laughin when you came in the place

Punk, I start laughin when I spit in your face

See I know how I feel, I should be shut at dawn

But Im a true mc, I keep rockin on

I wont say Im best, wont declare Im bad

Im just a rappin muthafucka with a hard-ass rap

Too $hort cold comin up

Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your butt

Be a man if you can, cause it might get worse

You be walkin round town with a wig and a purse

No tellin whats next, I dont know

Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho

(Ill be good to you

Youll be good to me

Anything you want

Or anything you need

I got my eye on you

And Im into you

Ill give you all my dough

You just pimp that ho)

Im never draggin when Im rhymin, cause I make a lotta money

I jump in my car, drop it if its sunny

Doggin the freaks, and all that shit

Long haired hoes with real big tits

Im a eastside player oh yes, I am

Grab the microphone and start makin grands

I take a freak to her room, not a hotel trick

I cold chill out at the motel six

Im ridin in the car, and I cant be found

Im the hardest muthafucka rappin from this town

My name is sir too $hort, and if you say so what?

I look you in your eye, and wouldnt give a fuck

I live a california lifestyle, aint no trip

8 years on the mike, and aint faked it yet

So when you see me on stage, I wont blow you a kiss

I put my finger in the air and tell you just like this

Say bitch

Pimp the ho