lips, lookin like a phantom. Like a PHANTOM!! I burn rubber on a hater. If it ain't about yaper I'm hit the 'ccelerator Too $hort. Me and E-40, we rap for money. on funky-ass tracks with slappin
Too $hort. I'm tryin' to do a show, I don't even know. Most of these niggaz, I came with some hoes. Hell nah they don't know me, askin' is he with us. Back in the day groupies was always bitches
Too $hort. I hope you wanna do the same thing I wanna do. Do you want me the same way I want you?. I like you so much baby but I won't touch. Until you say it's time to leave here and go *
up. Then all you little bitches see me and hoe up Square people, don't want me around. We get crunked in the A, we go dumb in the town. They say we like to clown. But we get too stupid on that hi
ain't too hot to be shook Broke bitch. You can't * with me, you can't afford me. Broke bitch. You can't even afford a happy meal from McDonald's Broke bitch. Five dollars worth of gas, where you
story goes It's true, in 1982. Me and Freddy B sold the tapes to you. X-rated, talkin' 'bout bitches and thugs. All the dope-dealers gettin' rich sellin' drugs Too $hort bumpin' in the background. You
Chorus Kool Ace. Wanna see the pink now. Go and pull them panties down. Gotta see the pink now. Go and pull them panties down Too $hort. You made a lot of money since you hit the stage. Swingin
sell your soul. To the devil motherfucker cause you're way too cold. And all the people hide and just run inside. Cause you keep usin yo' gat commitin homicide. Boy I tell ya, Life Is way Too $hort
Chorus - X2. (* you) Nigga * you too. (* you) Nigga * you too. (* you) Nigga * you too. Nigga F. U. C. K. Y. O. U. Too $hort. You finna get yo' ass whooped bitch. You bout
