Too $hort — Pimp the Ho

Pimp the ho Pimp that ho [Verse 1] It's like a Too $hort raps been around a while I rocked to the beat and got my own style I'm 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 it's 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 Dog is here If the bass ain't 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 Ain't no need in playin' games, none at all Fakin' like a giant when you're just too small No need to rush, take your time To adjust to the changes in my rhyme To you rappers - tonight's your night You all jump straight up on your mic Screamin' "I'm the best", but let me see I make a lotta money, could that be me? He said, "Hell no, I'm the king of the rap" Looked me in my eye and said, "Deal with that" I said, "Hold on, buddy, don't talk that junk You drank two 40s, now you must be drunk" He said, "Let's battle", I said "Go" Like the Mack said, homie, I pimped the ho All hail the king, go straight to hell If your girlfriend's freakin' on a freaky tale Better play your rap and take mine off Before the bitch gets wet and you're 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 ain't funny, cool, I ain't jokin' You never should've said I was fakin' the place You wouldn't've got socked straight in your face I'm the coldest MC on a microphone Now the sucker MCs just leave me alone They might suck on yours, but they can't get mine Like the Mack said, homie, pimp all the time I'm not talkin' 'bout hookers in mini-skirts When you pimp like me, put your mind to work It's like 24 hoes, better known as tracks When I grab that mic I spit these raps I start workin' the hoes, and it just don't stop It's goin' on till the panties drop I'm Sir Too $hort, like I said Bitch can't leave, don't give me head Had a fresh young tender, won't say her name It's the same old story, ran the same old game She could blow more head than a whale blows water The girl won't stop once she gets started Like the freak you married, I had to get with her Ain't no doubt, Short Dog would get her I'm a cold player, I can't lie They call me Playboy $hort, and I told you why I'm a mack, so get back I put my tape in the deck in my Cadillac And as my rhyme goes on definitely I speak each word loud as can be I'm the "T" double "O", and like I said If your girlfriend's 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 I'm dynamite, baby, and my name ain't Willy Cold as hell, hard to stop I spit these raps and rock your block Hit the city talkin' 'bout, it's goin' on And the next thing you know, the whole nation's gone It's Too $hort on the mic And I'm spittin' mo' raps than any rapper you like So all you suckers [?] rappers, you hate my beat All I gotta say is don't fuck with me My game is tight, my bank is made You can hate big $hort, but I still get paid Say, "I can't", 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 you feel, I should be shot at dawn But I'm a true MC, I keep rockin' on I won't say I'm best, won't declare I'm bad I'm just a rappin' muthafucka with a hard-ass rap Too $hort cold comin' up Say a rap, homeboy, get the mic out your butt Be a man if you can, 'cause it might get worse You'll be walking 'round town with a wig and a purse No tellin' what's next, I don't know Like the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho [Chorus] I'll be good to you You'll be good to me Anything you want Or anything you need I got my eye on you And I'm into you I'll give you all my dough You just pimp that ho [Verse 2] I'm never draggin' when I'm rhymin', 'cause I make a lotta money I jump into my car, drop it if it's sunny Doggin' the freaks, and all that shit Long haired hoes with real big tits I'm 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 I'll ride [?] and I can't be found I'm 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 wouldn't give a fuck I live a California lifestyle, ain't no trip 8 years on the mic, and ain't faked it yet So when you see me on stage, I won't blow you a kiss I put my finger in the air and tell you just like this Say bitch Pimp the ho