Текст песни Too $hort - Pimp the Ho
Too $hort - Pimp the Ho слова песни
Pimp the hoPimp that hoIt`s like Too $hort raps been around a whileI rocked to the beat and got my own styleI`m from the O city, and I said it beforeI was born to mack, call me Playboy $hortYou wanna get freaky? Look at the timeWe could do the nasty, but it`s almost nineMy show starts at ten, I gots to goLike the mack said, homie, pimp the hoCheck it out everybody, if you got two earsTurn your radio up, Short Gog is hereIf the bass ain`t kickin, pick up the phoneDial 911, tell em: turn it onBumped a cute young tender in a tight red dressShe had a soft booty, and a real big chestShe said, "I love you", said it againAt the motel freaked her and her friendsLike a Too $hort rap, and everybody knowsLike the Mack said, homie, pimp the hoesAin`t no need in playin games, none at allFakin like a giant when you`re just too smallNo need to rush, take your timeTo adjust to the changes in my rhymeTo you rappers - tonight`s your nightYou all jump straight up on your micScreamin "I`m the best", but let me seeI make a lotta money, could that be me?He said, "Hell no, I`m the king of the rap"Looked me in my eyes, said, "Deal with that"I said, "Hold on, buddy, don`t talk that junkYou drank two 40s, now you must be drunk"He said, "Let`s battle", I said "Go"Like the Mack said, homie, I pimped the hoAll hail the king, go straight to hellIf your girlfriend`s freakin on a freaky taleBetter play your rap and take mine offBefore the bitch gets wet and you`re still softNo need to rush, take your timeTo adjust to the changes in my rhymeI was on the turf, cold chillin outWhen a sucker MC got hit in the mouthTryin to find out if he can hang with meThe boy got hooked on the Dope Fiend BeatI said, "Bitch, what are you smokin?"It ain`t funny, cool, I ain`t jokinYou never shoulda said I was fakin the placeYou wouldn`ta got socked straight in your faceI`m the coldest MC on a microphoneNow the sucker MC`s just leave me aloneThey might suck on yours, but they can`t get mineLike the Mack said, homie, pimp all the timeI`m not talkin bout hookers in mini-skirtsWhen you pimp like me, put your mind to workIt`s like 24 hoes, better known as tracksWhen I grab that mic I spit these rapsI start workin the hoes, and it just don`t stopIt`s goin on till the panties dropI`m Sir Too $hort, like I saidBitch can`t lick, don`t give me headHad a fresh young tender, won`t say her nameIt`s the same old story, ran the same old gameShe can blow more head than a well blows waterThe girl won`t stop when she get startedLike the freak you married, I had to get with herAin`t no doubt, Short Dog would get herI`m a cold player, I can`t lieThey call me Playboy $hort, and I told you whyI`m a mack, so get backI put my tape in the deck in my CadillacAnd as my ride goes on definitelyI speak each word loud as can beI`m the T-double o, and like I saidIf your girlfriend`s freakin, I accept all headScream out the combination, and I open the lockPlug in the mic jack, and then rock that cockBack to back like the Oakland RaidersIn and out like your crossfadersMakin people dance all over the floorLovin that rapper named Sir Too $hortYou got my bank, little girl, no time to act sillyI`m dynamite, baby, and my name ain`t WillyCold as hell, hard to stopI spit these raps and rock yo blockHit the city talkin bout, it`s goin onAnd the next thing you know, the whole nation`s goneIt`s Too $hort on the micAnd I`m spittin mo` raps than any rapper you likeSo all you suckers-worth rappers, you hate my beatAll I gotta say is, don`t fuck with meMy game is tight, my bank is madeYou can hate big $hort, but I still get paidYou say, "I can`t", I say you canShow respect, little boy, when you deal with a manI saw you laughin when you came in the placePunk, I start laughin when I spit in your faceSee I know how I feel, I should be shut at dawnBut I`m a true MC, I keep rockin onI won`t say I`m best, won`t declare I`m badI`m just a rappin muthafucka with a hard-ass rapToo $hort cold comin upSay a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your buttBe a man if you can, cause it might get worseYou be walkin round town with a wig and a purseNo tellin what`s next, I don`t knowLike the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho(I`ll be good to youYou`ll be good to meAnything you wantOr anything you needI got my eye on youAnd I`m into youI`ll give you all my doughYou just pimp that ho)I`m never draggin when I`m rhymin, cause I make a lotta moneyI jump in my car, drop it if it`s sunnyDoggin the freaks, and all that shitLong haired hoes with real big titsI`m a eastside player oh yes, I amGrab the microphone and start makin grandsI take a freak to her room, not a hotel trickI cold chill out at the Motel SixI`m ridin in the car, and I can`t be foundI`m the hardest muthafucka rappin from this townMy name is Sir Too $hort, and if you say `so what?`I look you in your eye, and wouldn`t give a fuckI live a California lifestyle, ain`t no trip8 years on the mike, and ain`t faked it yetSo when you see me on stage, I won`t blow you a kissI put my finger in the air and tell you just like thisSay bitchPimp the ho