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too short - dope fiend beat كلمات الأغنية

b-tch funky fresh from oakland california…
dangerous music and it don’t stop to the beat baby…

b-tches on my mind
i can’t hold back now’s the time
all you loud mouth b-tches talk too much
and you d-ck teasin’ b-tches never f-ck
i seen a long hair b-tch’s workin’ instincts
her hair ain’t really but two inches
all you bald head hoes in the oakland world
runnin’ around town with jeri curls
nappy head n-gg-s like myself
get a bald-head and say: ‘go to h-ll!’
but you’s a snake, you’s the one
you bald-head b-tch, you need a perm
so much game when the homies tough
i make a b-tch go who never sucks
it really ain’t life but i just met her
now i’m sayin’: ‘b-tch, suck better!’
f-ck you, stupid hoe, tell me just what you know

i came to the party and turned it up
you say: ‘ouh, he’s got a dirty mouth!’
but, b-tch, i kept talkin’ sh-t
mothaf-ck you, d-mn sh-t-head b-tch
i wanna bl-wj-b and i’m not kiddin’
work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin’
i’m that n-gg- you’ll answer to
if i say: ‘b-tch, jump!’, that’s what you do
i’m a fast talkin’ conman blowin’ your mind
breakin’ you and your cousin at the same time
with a dirty rap comin’ out my mouth
and you know d-mn well what i’m talkin’ about
i’m the too $hort, baby, way too cold
so mothaf-ck you, b-tch, godd-mn -ss hoe

the dope fiend beat…
for all you junkies to just ride…

h-e-a-d, i need a doctor just for me
to suck my d-ck like a vet
to give me head until i sweat
she gotta suck d-ck
so i can tell all my homies just what she did
she sucked and sucked and she’s a b-tch to the beat
i’m too $hort, i said my name is too $hort and it don’t stop
i love you b-tches for the bl-wj-bs
i just laugh over and over
when the b-tch drinks sperm like it’s soda
i straight start aimin’, would i miss?
get back b-tch, i wouldn’t never kiss
i say she looks so good and she’s so big
but, man oh man, that b-tch can wimp
if i wanna i could rock her
but i can’t f-ck no-head doctor

b-tches don’t know that’s too $hort’s tip
you might get geed if you don’t suck d-ck
but i’m so fresh, i’m so down
i tell you b-tches the other way around
if you do me first then i do you
so the game jumps up when the b-tch is true
soon as i come all in her mouth
i smooth get dressed and roll out
i’m too $hort, baby, fresh fresh again
one mc, one b-tch broken
i tell you, baby, playin’ just like that
i’m the best of the players to the ice cold vet
and, b-tch, you just a b-tch
you work fastfood and you think you rich
you see, my game don’t stop when it’s on the one
i love to see you when you work that thang
gettin’ real busy at the back of the car
rollin’ down the skyline boulevard
i say: ‘b-tch, what are you smokin’?’
a big fat d-ck in the big east oakland
i see my homie, he needs to quit
she was walkin’ down the street
with a big fat b-tch, maybe i’m wrong
he might get every two weeks that welfare check
oakland, california, is the city of snakes
pimps, p-ss-es, players and fakes
the big oaktown, the city of liars
fresh storewires and voltaires
a strip, b-tches, nasty freaks
my raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats…

she’s a b-tch to the dope fiend beat…
all you junkies just ride…

b-tches on my mind
i can’t hold back, now it’s the time
to bust a left nut, right nut, in her jaw
opened eyes and guess what i saw
b-tches on my mind
grabbed the microphone and then i started to rhyme
what would life be if it wasn’t too $hort
it be nothin’ but rappers from old new york
but that’s not likely and there’s no doubt
b-tches like me cause i’m turnin’ it out
i’m here, there, everywhere
sportin’ fat gold rope, i’m a mothaf-ckin’ player
recognize game when it’s on your face
as you dip to the beat and you feel the b-ss
crook it up loud, would be doin’ fine
pose like a pimp and check my rhyme
some young tender dosen’t like this beat
but a b-tch ain’t nothin’ but a word to me
i can check her, wreck her, or just get paid
cut to the house and freak my maid
you see, she dosen’t speak english but we don’t talk
i call her lucy and she’s juicy, makes your eye b-lls walk
we never hesitate to make good love
she clean up my house and then clean me up
so check it out, you b-tches
i tell you a story of rags to riches
so check it out, freak nasty
i know you’re fine but you look like l-ssie
b-tch, not a long ago i used to hang at the mall
top floor, baby, all the freaks i called
and if they didn’t wanna come that ain’t sh-t
i just drop a few lines and then call her b-tch…
b-tch!

- too short

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