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Текст (слова) песни: Too $hort - $hort Dog`s in the House

Write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-ass hoes...
Fake punk-ass bitches...
Do you know what i mean?
Fuckin`em up like this, man...
$hort Dog`s in the house, bitch!

She`s a punk-ass bitch, hoe, tramp and a slut
Took her to the hotel just to fuck
Last night she licked all on my balls
Pussy got wet like Niagara-falls
Dropped my drawls and bitch said: "Shit!"
Skinny mothafucka with a fat-ass dick
It`s like a T-P-treatment, thangs so foul
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so I called to the crew
You bitches know what to do
Hoes try to front like they ain`t no tramps
Try to get that pussy and she say you can`t
Me and my partners we got that game
Check a square-ass bitch and make her throw that thang
You wine and dine that nasty freak
Dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek
You never even know how she ran in the home
Jumped on the phone and started to burnin` me out
She kept beepin` so I made the call
Bitch on the phone jackin` off
Sounded like she was havin` fun
Playin` with her pearlthang
I said: "Bitch, I`m on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went to work
I must to bust two nuts back to bay
Never seen a bitch work head like that
She had me jumpin` out of my seat
Workin` her jaws to the beat
She was a good dicksucker, I can`t lie
Sucked so good I thought I’d die
Bitch blew me up and blew me down
All the way back to the Oakland-town
Baby started to singin`: "I love you!"
Tellin` me things she wanted to do
If I needed some money come to her
Everythin` I want is everythin` I`m worth
And you know what I said? I told the bitch
I said: "Bitch, I`m rich!"

Fuck these hoes, man...
I ain`t trippin`...I`m like hell...
Long-hair suckers...

I know you`re fine, bitch
But you got no cash you need to get a job
But your lazy-ass try to juice me up
I ain`t no punk
I put you in the rap with some serious funk
I wouldn`t buy you a car, no diamonds and shit
All the time talkin` about your fake-ass gifts
George bought you a ring, John bought you a chain
Bitch, I`m buyin` you an ounce of this game
You better take it and shut the fuck up
Stop runnin` your mouth like a sucka
Cause you`s a punk bitch
Everythin` you say and everythin` you do
Makes you a punk bitch, no good, no doubt
All I gotta do is stick a dick in your mouth
Wanna give up the pussy, bitch, I had it
You`re too slim, I like your mama`s ass
Pops came home, came up to show
Family in the backroom, I`m fuckin`em both
Now I`m the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep by one room in to the next
Nothin` goin` on but some serious sex
Some of these hoes might think I`m played
Bald-head bitch need some new brains
Cause that nappy-hair don`t even hit
What`s cookin` in the kitchen
On the back of your neck
Like you burned the rise and wanna front on me
You could never fuck with $hort, baby
I`m from the O-A-K-L-A-N-D
I slap you in the face with reality
These punk-ass hoes out there is sick
Happy walkin` around with a trippy dick
So beautiful fine young thang
To get that cog was just like a dream
But now three days later ask Kool Moe
You feel burnin` sensation down below
You`re a true blue victim of a punk-ass bitch
Thought she was a square and she gave you the shit
So for all you hoes that live like that
All the homies in the house say: "punk-ass bitch!"

 

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