Slow Dancin' With A Memory Lyrics

Artist : DARRYL WORLEY
Album : Sounds Like Life

He walked into Dusty's Place last night
I said something about that boy ain't right
He drank a half a dozen double shots
Walked to the dancefloor and picked his spot

[CHORUS]
Then he closed his eyes and dropped his head
Folded his arms across his chest
Slowly started swaying side to side

That's when I walked up and said are you okay
He had big old tears running down his face
He said not right now buddy can't you see
I'm slow dancing with a memory

I just waited until the song was through
I asked if there was something I could do
He said not unless you can bring her home
Then 'he stopped loving her today' came on

[CHORUS]
Then he closed his eyes and dropped his head
Folded his arms across his chest
Slowly started swaying side to side

I walked back to the bar and old dusty said
We oughta throw that fool out on his head
I said why don't you let that poor man be
He's slow dancing with a memory

I hate to see somebody down that low
But that's the wau life is and the way love goes
Someday that just mights be you or me
Slow dancing with a memory
Slow dancing with a memory


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Sounds Like Life To Me Lyrics

Artist : DARRYL WORLEY
Album : Sounds Like Life

Got a call last night from an old friend’s wife
Said I hate to bother you
Johnny Ray fell off the wagon
He’s been gone all afternoon
I know my buddy so I drove to Skully’s
And found him at the bar
I say hey man, what’s going on
He said I don’t know where to start

Sarah’s old car’s about to fall apart
And the washer quit last week
We had to put momma in the nursing home
And the baby’s cutting teeth
I didn’t get much work this week
And I got bills to pay
I said I know this ain’t what you wanna hear
But it’s what I’m gonna say

[Chorus]
Sounds like life to me it ain’t no fantasy
It’s just a common case of everyday reality
Man I know it’s tough but you gotta suck it up
To hear you talk you’re caught up in some tragedy
It sounds like life to me

Well his face turned red and he shook his head
He said you don’t understand
Three kids and a wife depend on me
And I’m just one man
To top it off I just found out
That Sarah’s 2 months late
I said hey bartender set us up a round
We need to celebrate

[Chorus]
Sounds like life to me plain old destiny
Yeah the only thing for certain is uncertainty
You gotta hold on tight just enjoy the ride
Get used to all this unpredictability
Sounds like life

Man I know its tough but you gotta suck it up
To hear you talk you’re caught up in some tragedy
Sounds like life to me
Sounds like life


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Doin' What's Right Lyrics

Artist : DARRYL WORLEY
Album : Sounds Like Life

The only thing that he feared was God
He was tough as nails, he didn't spare the rod
'Cause he loved us kids
Yeah, he did

Raised us up straight and strong
Said be your own man, don't you tag along
With the wrong crowd
He said, listen now

Don't you let nobody tell you what you need to do
Just listen to that voice that's talkin' deep inside of you, sayin'

Don't sell out
Don't you compromise
If it's something you believe in
Son, you may have to fight
But you can't go wrong when you're doin' what's right

Well, things have changed in the world today
No black and white, just shades of grey
And we know it ain't right
Taking pills to sleep at night

My old man still lives in me
And I'm seeing things that he said I'd see
But I won't give in
'Cause I remember when

He told me not to live my life for anybody else
Son, the only thing you have to do is answer to yourself, sayin'

Don't sell out
Don't you compromise
If it's something you believe in
Son, you may have to fight
But you can't go wrong when you're doin' what's right

He said, it may be the hardest thing you'll ever have to do
And if anybody's got your back it'll be a precious few, sayin'

Don't sell out
Don't you compromise
If it's something you believe in
Son, you may have to fight
But you can't go wrong when you're doin' what's right


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Tequila On Ice Lyrics

Artist : DARRYL WORLEY
Album : Sounds Like Life

I always kind of figured love would pass me by
The kind of girl I wanted wouldn’t want a guy like me
I thought that she, wouldn’t look twice
You see I‘m kinda crazy, I like the extremes
So all of my life, the girl of my dreams
Was everything nice, sugar and spice
And tequila on ice

I was looking for a saint who was a devil of a lover
But every girl I found was either one way or the other
‘Til one night at a bar when I saw her standing there
Pretty thing in blue jeans with a daisy in her hair

I walked over to her and introduced myself
Said, “Now that we know each other, if you’re not with someone else
Can I buy you a drink”
She said “Thank you I think
I’ll have tequila on ice” (and I said, “Nice”)

I was looking for a saint who was a devil of a lover
But every girl I found was either one way or the other
But this one here was different, I could see it from the start
Pretty thing in blue jeans, kinda sweet and wild at heart

I guess that’s what got me down here in Cancun
Lying in this hammock, looking at the moon up there
Stroking her hair and picking out rice
My baby’s kisses taste like sugar and spice
And tequila on ice


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Everyday Love Lyrics

Artist : DARRYL WORLEY
Album : Sounds Like Life

Girl, it hit me like a bolt right out of the blue
I was done, that was it
I was way past through
I always swore I'd never act like a lovesick fool
But these days that's all I do
From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew

This ain't no everyday love
It's a gift from the Good Lord up above
Never had a feeling feel like this one does
I need it every day
This ain't no everyday love
Ain't no everyday love

Just about the time I thought I'd felt it all, phone rang
You cried and said the doctor called
She's the sweetest thing I think I've ever seen
Red hair, blue eyes, her daddy's grin
From the moment I laid eyes on her, I was sure

This ain't no everyday love
It's a gift from the Good Lord up above
Never had a feeling feel like this one does
I need it every day
This ain't no everyday love

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday
I thank Him every Sunday

This ain't no everyday love
It's a gift from the Good Lord up above
Never had a feeling feel like this one does
I need it every day
This ain't no everyday love
Ain't no everyday love


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Nothing But Money Lyrics

Artist : DARRYL WORLEY
Album : Sounds Like Life

Put a man on the moon
And a kid in college
Get you four new tires
And your pickup polished

A little white house outside of the city
Or a big old chair on the House Committee
It'll put you up on top of the world
Or six feet in the ground
(It makes the world go 'round)

Money
Nothin' but money
Money
Nothin' but money
I work all day
Sweat and slave
And we break our backs for what?
Money
Nothin' but money

Just a little bitty green wrinkled piece of paper
It's a down-right bonafide force of nature
Can't buy happiness, won't buy love
And if you had it all it wouldn't be enough
It'll make you do some crazy thing
It's something we all need
(It don't grow on trees)

Money
Nothin' but money
Talkin' 'bout money
Nothin' but money
I work all day
Sweat and slave
And we break our backs for what?
Money
Nothin' but money

Money
Nothin' but money
Talkin' 'bout money
Nothin' but money
Money
Nothin' but money
Talkin' 'bout money
Nothin' but money
I work all day
Sweat and slave
And we break our backs for what?
Money
Nothin' but money


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Artist : DARRYL WORLEY
Album : Sounds Like Life
(feat. Bill Anderson, John Anderson, Mel Tillis & Smash Mouth)

Well, tonight there's a party in the making
And by now word is out all over town
Just one rule, the only stipulation
Don't show up
If you can't get down

We've been known to play some funky music
It never fails to always draw a crowd
We insist that everybody here be groovin'
So don't show up
If you can't get down

Come on in pretty mama
Sure feels fine
Leave your worries and your cares behind
And let us help you, baby
Turn it loose
The house is rocking girl and so are you

Come on in everybody
Sure feels fine
Leave your worries and your cares behind
Get your party on
And do your thing
You won't find a better place to hang

Man I love the way this joint is hopping
The way you're shaking it may crumble to the ground
We ain't scared
And there ain't nobody stopping
So don't show up
If you can't get down

I said
Don't show up
If you can't get down


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Messed Up In Memphis Lyrics

Artist : DARRYL WORLEY
Album : Sounds Like Life

Home
I'm so far from home
And she's gone
I messed up in Memphis

Alone
Out here on my own
The night is young
Messed up in Memphis

Oh, there's music in the air tonight
City lights and I hear those Beale Street blues
Telling me it's gonna be alright
Let it go
You got nothing' left to lose

Oh, pain
I don't feel no pain
Messed up in Memphis

Oh, there's music in the air tonight
City lights and I hear those Beale Street blues
Telling me it's gonna be alright
Let it go
You got nothin' left to lose

Oh, glance
Just a passing glance
A second chance
Messed up in Memphis

Fire
Painted lips on fire
Love for hire
Messed up in Memphis

Love for hire
Messed up in Memphis


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You Never Know Lyrics

Artist : DARRYL WORLEY
Album : Sounds Like Life

He kissed his wife at gate number 5
Headed on another red-eye flight
Said he'd be back on the 9th and they'd find the time
To take the kids out on the coast
Do the things that really matter most
But he won't be coming home
This time

Guess you never know
You never know
In this here today and gone tomorrow
Don't be fightin' with your brother
Tell your mama that you love her
Hold your woman tight
And don't let go
'Cause you never know

So I took my own advice
And I held my woman tight
I cry about my brother's life almost every night
I think about our year-long grudge
Mama begged me to call him up
What I wouldn't give now
To go back

'Cause you never know
You never know
In this here today and gone tomorrow
Don't be fightin' with your brother
Tell your mama that you love her
Hold your woman tight
And don't let go
'Cause you never know

If you've been puttin' off forgiveness
Man, tomorrow ain't a promise
Call 'em up tonight and let it go
'Cause you never know


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Old Letters Lyrics

Artist : COMPANY OF THIEVES
Album : Ordinary Riches

I went sifting through old letters
Just to find your number written on a page

Sometimes I remember secrets that you said
In places nobody could trace

Ooh you creep around my head
With all the things you said and
Boxes that you kept labeled lightly with my name
In case I didn't stay
Of course I'd never stay for promises you'd break

I'll come running I'll be where you are
I'll coming running I'll see you're found out

Watch me re-invent the web
The madness in my head will turn a darker red
Just as you had predicted my blood has turned quite thick
The sight of me would surely sicken you to death

All the people that you said had been interested
In listening all disappeared
How convenient this was, I placed all of my trust
Into someone I thought was worthy of so very much

Ooh you creep up on me kinda like a nightmare in my sleep
Oh you creep up on me kinda like a nightmare in my sleep

I'll come running and I'll be where you are
I'll come running I'll be where you are
I'll come running I'll see you're found out

Will you love me now
Will you love me now
Will you love me now
Will you love me love me now


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In Passing Lyrics

Artist : COMPANY OF THIEVES
Album : Ordinary Riches

One time we were in passing
I watched the future
Swirling 'round
Around my head
And this is how it went

You and I both
A long time waiting in lines
Too long to comprehend
We both sat
Waiting in line for the rest of our lives

Yoo hoo, hoo hoo
Forever and after
We went on forever

One time you were inhaling
I saw the smoke rings
Whirling 'round
Your heedless head
You bored me to my death

You and I both
Alongside waiting outside in lines
Too long to comprehend
We both sat in lines
Waiting for the rest of our lives

Yoo hoo, hoo hoo
Forever after
We went on forever

I prefer to sleep alone
I prefer to stay right here
Don't come searching

I prefer the windows up
I prefer the fresher air
And for the record

Yoo hoo, hoo hoo
Forever and
Forever and after
We went on forever
And after
We went on forever


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Oscar Wilde Lyrics

Artist : COMPANY OF THIEVES
Album : Ordinary Riches

Episodes and parallels,
Don't you want the invitation?
Big bright accent, catty smile,
Oscar Wilde confrontation

Ah, Live like it's the style
Oh, we waltz on your front porch

We are all our own devil
We are all our own devil
And we make this world our hell

We are all our own devil
We are all our own devil
And we make this world
We make this world our hell

Porcelain teacups decorate,
Tables and the conversation,
Beauty pageants, all the time,
Is running out, the time is running out

Ah, Live like it's the style
Oh, we waltz on your front porch

We are all our own devil
We are all our own devil
And we make this world our hell

We are all our own devil
We are all our own devil
And we make this world
We make this world our hell

Time keeps on ticking away
It's Always running away
We're always running in time
We're always running from time [x8]

We are all our own devil
We are all our own devil
And we make this world our hell

We are all our own devil
We are all our own devil
And we make this world
We make this world our hell
Oh, we make it our hell
We make it our hell
Ah, ah, make it our hell


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Quiet On The Front Lyrics

Artist : COMPANY OF THIEVES
Album : Ordinary Riches

I can't hold a glass of wine yet,
But they think it's fun to have me hold a gun,
Kill a man, and kill his son.
Well, straight down in the yard when
Uncle pulled his gun and
Sent him off alone fighting blind in dark
The wheels just keep on turning
The men just keep on marching in

I swear to god if you don't get that letter
I will kill myself before they kill me on the line
In the end the heart divines
In the pictures, we'll reside
Without memories we all fade in time, in time

Mother sweeps at night the porch
Squints, hardly to discover
Baby coming home, but of course
She doesn't to know how or when he will get there
Surely needing repair
Worries to the bone, gets weaker

As the wheels just keep on turning
The men just keep on marching in
I swear to god if you don't get that letter
I will kill myself before they kill me on the line
In the end the heart divines
In the pictures, we'll reside
Without memories, we all fade in time, in time

'Ma'am we found his corpse
With sincere regret?
'Ma'am we found his corpse
With sincere regret?

In the end the heart divines
In the pictures, we'll reside
Without memories we all fade in time
Without memories we all fade in time, in time
Without memories we all fade in time, in time
Without memories we all fade in time, in time
Without memories we all fade in time, in time


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Pressure Lyrics

Artist : COMPANY OF THIEVES
Album : Ordinary Riches

I am angry all the time no ones fault but mine
tell me how you fashion kind when you're out of style
and I try hard to answer all the questions that you've posed
tell me now how should I care when I feel so alone and so unloved

and the pressure is rising I mean it, it's binding
I've been compromising for you

the pressure is rising I mean it, it's binding
I've been compromising for you

you come home real late at night
ripe to pick a fight, I know just the kind you like
so come on and bite
and I've tried hard to answer all the punches that you've thrown
tell me now how should I fare
when I feel so unloved and so alone

and the pressure is rising I mean it, it's binding
I've been compromising for you

the pressure is rising I mean it, it's binding
I've been compromising for you

the pressure is rising...I've been compromising for you

I'm waiting at the bus stop in the morning and it's pouring
I am waiting at the bus stop for you

Staring at walls with closed doors, the key that won't work
sure helps the time pass by saying
I'm wrong when I'm wrong and knowing it's the right thing
sure helps the thoughts in my mind [x2]

and the pressure is rising I mean it, it's binding
I've been compromising for you

the pressure is rising I mean it, it's binding
I've been compromising for you

I'm waiting at the bus stop in the morning and it's pouring
I am waiting at the bus stop for you


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Around The Block Lyrics

Artist : COMPANY OF THIEVES
Album : Ordinary Riches

I want to know
What's been going on
What's around the block
I'd like to die
with the songs I love stuck in my head

Seeming seamless,
It was never easy enough,
to keep a smile thin
while they pushed into bed

Feeling fearless,
It was never easy enough,
to figure friends from foes
and so this story goes...

I want to know
What's been going on
What's around the block
I'd like to die
with the songs I love stuck in my head

I hope to make the most
of all those hollow bones we become,
Wo-oh, I raise a toast
to the souls that sang all along

Feeling fearless,
It was never easy enough
to keep my feet on ground
and head out of the clouds

I want to know
What's been going on
What's around the block
I'd like to die
with the songs I love stuck in my head

I hope to make the most
of all those hollow bones we become,
Wo-oh, I raise a toast
to the souls that sang all along

I've been gathering friends
just to make some sound
before the ship goes down
and
I've been making amends
by making the rounds before the whole world ends
and
I've been gathering friends
just to make some sounds
before the ship goes down.

I want to know
What's been going on
What's around the block
I'd like to die
with the songs I love stuck in my head

I hope to make the most
of all those hollow bones we become,
We all could raise a toast
to the souls that sang all alone

I hope to make the most
We all could raise a toast

I'd like to die
with the songs I love stuck in my head.


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Even In The Dark Lyrics

Artist : COMPANY OF THIEVES
Album : Ordinary Riches

For those who work so hard
Never see their children
Never see their children grow
Into the gifts they give them

This is life is all unknown
Gotta listen to their laughter
Everyone must be heard now
Even in the dark

For those who seek no answers
Keep it from the table
Ignorance is eaten up
When everyone must be fed

This life is constant hunger
See it in the dreamers
Believe in the believers of never-ending love
An end is kind of love

Even in the darkness
Whoa...
Even in the dark

Find your calling
Even in the dark
Find your calling

Find your calling
Even in the dark
Find your calling
You gotta find your calling
Even in the dark
Everyone must be heard
Even in the darkness

Even in the dark
Even in the darkness
Whoa...
Even in the dark


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Under The Umbrella Lyrics

Artist : COMPANY OF THIEVES
Album : Ordinary Riches

This train is moving so fast
I don't even know where it's going
A tunnel's up on the left
I guess everybody is guessing
They're growing so old
They're growing so oh-oh-old
Growing old

In your house
And you're here with pills
You're growing so old
You can't even feel this
In your house alone with the phone
You're growing so old
You can't even hear this

It's 10 AM in the diner
A man's waiting in front of me
Living my dreams through his planner
One thing they'll know it don't mean a thing
He'll see he's growing old
I'm growing so oh-oh-old
Growing old

Oh, we try and remember hazy days
Mixing up medication
Take it 'til you find your way
Oh, we try and remember hazy days
Hiding under umbrellas
Dizzy dancing to the grave

You are, you are
In the room
Under the umbrella
Hiding from all the rainfall
Hiding from it all

Nothing's ever enough

Na na na-nananana


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Past The Sleep Lyrics

Artist : COMPANY OF THIEVES
Album : Ordinary Riches

Across the ocean
Under the sand
That got in your wounds
Across the ocean
Under the land
That you now consume

There sleeps a demon
It wakes at night by the light of the moon
And its watching while you sleep
While you sit and dream
Of all the people laughing
Picking up the shells
Too concerned with suntans
Nobody can tell

They end up empty, wanting, wandering
Hollow like their shells
On seashores and sailors can tell they'll never tell to their maidens and babies
Tales that they'll never tell

Across the ocean
Under the water that got in your lungs
There sleeps a demon
It knows exactly what you will become

And it's watching while you sleep
While you sit and dream
Of all the people laughing
Picking up the shells
Too concerned with suntans
Nobody can tell

They end up empty, wanting, wandering
Hollow like their shells
On Seashores and sailors can tell they'll never
Tell to their maidens and babies
Tales that they'll never tell

While you're dreaming at the sea...

They end up empty, wanting, wandering
Hollow like their shells
On Seashores and sailors can tell they'll never
Tell to their maidens and babies
Tales that they'll never tell

They end up empty, wanting, wandering
Hollow like their shells


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The Tornado Song Lyrics

Artist : COMPANY OF THIEVES
Album : Ordinary Riches

He said, boys let's paint the sky.
It's do or die
And black tonight
We shoot um down
Beneath this high horse that we ride
Soft skin boys we blow away
On this dirt path that you play
It's to the fair
For this family to stay

They'll stay, stay, stay
And breakaway

And as all the churches fall
So does, so does the ferris wheel
Oh what a great tornado
All the rides and petty fights
Turn to nothing with the night
Except the wind
It gathers quickly up the light

Little girls wait in line
For their maypole dirty sides
Shouting out as they swiftly spin around
They spin around, around, around
Til they fall down

And as all the churches fall
So does, so does the ferris wheel
Oh what a great tornado

The cowboys they pull out their guns
And all the children run

The cowboys they pull out their guns
And all the children run

The cowboys they pull out their guns
And all children run

The cowboys they pull out their guns
And all children run

The cowboys they pull out their guns
The cowboys they pull out their guns
And all children run

And as all the churches fall
Fall
So does the ferris wheel
Under the great tornadohhh


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New Letters Lyrics

Artist : COMPANY OF THIEVES
Album : Ordinary Riches

I fell in love when you were brushing your teeth
Over my kitchen sink

I have no means for distraction
No fuel that feeds the reaction
I just came all this way just to say
I really do believe
This was much more than "meant to be"

I fell under when you were waiting for me
Over lines far from time
What do they mean?

I have no means for distraction
No fuel that feeds the reaction
I just came all this way just to say
I really do believe
This was much more than "meant to be"
I really do believe in you
I really do believe in this

I won't give up
I can't give in
Can't get enough
Where to begin?

I won't give up on you
I can't give in
Can't get enough of this
Where to begin?

I won't give up
I can't give in
Can't get enough
Where to begin?

I won't give up on you
I can't give in
Can't get enough of this
Where to begin?
Oh, where to begin?

Let's all get together and start a cure
Let's all get together and start over
Over

Let's all get together and start a cure
Let's all get together and start over
Over
Over
Over
Over


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The Old Fashioned Way Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : What's My Favorite Word?

[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]

What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll pay you back, think you flossin hard
When you ridin down the strip in yo' boss's car?
With your silver chain on and your fake diamonds
Cain't do it right but you stay tryin
You got big dreams, to hit a lick quick
And buy a brand new house, but you ain't get shit
Wouldn't even know what to do if you had bread
How to be a baller - can you pass the test?
There's more than one way to hit the top
Trunk full of dope nigga don't get stopped
Take it to the house and bag it up
Make that money and stack it up
Or spend it all in one place, what you want from me?
I can't tell you how to run yo' company
And don't start bitchin bout Too $hort
What the fuck I wanna listen to you fo'?
Look at you, you ain't all that successful
Them plates ain't made out of Cristal
You just regular, plain ol' frontin
You come from nowhere and you don't claim nuttin
Stop bein phony, actin hella hard
Girl at the mall, maxin your credit card
Answer your cell phone, now you smilin
Talk to your girl, man it's been a while
Since she left to go shoppin, girl where you at?
She out havin lunch with a player mack
I'm in the background, don't trip partner
Just munchin on the lunch that your bitch bought me
She don't love you, she just used to you
Got your mom and them wonderin what she do to you

[Chorus:]
I don't pay hoes, I turn 'em
I teach hoes, you learn 'em
How we get them hoes, don't concern 'em
The old fashioned way, we earn 'em
I been in the game, I did it
I'm true to the game, I'm so committed
I got a lot of hoe money, where you get it
The old fashioned way, I just spit it

I'm pimpish, I never let hoes pimp me
I let one bitch get me, and instantly
She dipped to Mexico, I'ma get you hoe
I'ma find you and check you like a physical
I'm not a doctor, but I cut a bitch open
With this game have her broken never quit hoein
A bad habit, I picked up along the way
Break a bitch, and make a new song every day
I do my own thing, I'm original
I was "Born to Mack" when I came in the do'
Just so you know, I got the game from the East
Lake Merritt(?) to Sobranny(?) in them East Oakland streets
Took my game on the road, became a millionaire
Tell the world get ready for a real player
And so it happened, I grabbed the mic and start rappin
Make that money keep stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E'RYBODY shit
And when they say it like me, I couldn't want mo'
Send a special thanks out to yo' Uncle $hort
Do yo' thang nephew, y'know I'm down witcha
Stay strapped, watch yo' back, don't let the town getcha
And when you get mad, try to use your brain
Get some street etiquette, don't abuse the game
You know us real ones, you know we never bite
When these hoes start shit you know we never fight
Cause I'd be layin on the ground feelin real silly
All I did was fuck his bitch, that nigga still killed me
And even though I know a sucker spent all his cash
Just so he could fuck and try to get some ass

[Chorus]


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Quit Hatin' Pt. 1 Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : What's My Favorite Word?
(feat. Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz, Twista, V. White)

[Lil' Jon:]
Yea, yea, e-YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what?
Wha', what, what?
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh)
Short Dawg! (YeahHHH) Once again at yo' ass (YEAHHHH!)
Bitch!! (Yeah!) This go out to all the pussy niggaz (listen here)
That see us when we walk in the club (whassup)
And just be mean muggin!

[Chorus: Lil' Jon (repeat 2x)]
Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin!
Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin!
God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH
God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH

[Twista:]
High cause I'm tokin the choke and smokin on Purple Haze and I'm coughin
Got some new Nike's on my feet, even my Caddy wear Jordans
Now bitches be on my dick when I pull up in a platinum blue 'llac
They come and spread they ass crack, let me hit it from the back
On the flo', they bend over, shake them titties and twurk them hips
With them lil' ol' thongs on, I can almost see they coochie lips
And she backin that thing up on me, so I do the damn thing and pop her
With a lil' curl that ha-hangin proper, drunk off champagne and vodka
Just cause it's us in the club they krunk, it's $hort and Twista
And I know the ladies know we love to cut, I can tell it when they whisper
They say -

[Twista (really fast):]
See the ballin niggaz in the party
They came in new Escalades
And I got a single, wanna get up in the lobby
I'm with that, come freak all in my body, it's on

[Twista:]
We about to break your back and your hip
Smoke a sack and just sip
Sit back and eat some immaculate shrimp
Stackin chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon' bounce
But on the streets, my dro' goin for, six hundred a ounce

[Chorus]

[Too $hort:]
Show me love when you see me, don't hate
If you take my woman from me, what you gon' say?
Charge it to the game, if I lose, I lose
You never know when a hoe is wearin choosy shoes
You must be a magician cause you're nothin but a trick
Tryin to give her all your money, but whatchu gon' get?
I get 'em all, suited at the player's ball
Up against the wall, just got another number to call
Y'all see me I'm a real player, I do this nightly
You wanna fight me, cause you can't be like me
All you hatin ass suckers in the place
You better stop starin in my motherfuckin face
Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind
You mad like you guilty, goin to do some time
Pay yo' pussy bill nigga if you want a date
But you just talkin shit I figure you just wanna hate
You hater!

[Chorus]

[V. White:]
Now you can catch me I-80 in the diamond lane gettin head
In the rearview, make a wrong move and I gotsta have your head
I put 23's in the game on the Avalanche and give you the blues
And blow white smoke up out the sunroof while we keep it on cruise
I ride with a hog in the back and the vogue in the back and you hatin on that
It's just V. White, T. $hort, Twista boy we blazin on track
It's just that Eastside psycho-chronological mind-stopper
Keep a burner at yo' waist while we serve these haters proper
You better get up, get out, get somethin; nigga, and stop frontin
If I had no car and stayed with my momma then I'd be hatin on somethin
Nah but nope, not me, I give 'em out, above the knee
You could catch one in the torso, b-2-1-2, fuckin with me
Now you can hate me all you want to cause I ain't hard to find
I got hitters on payroll and parolees dyin to shine
That'll leave a hole in your dome like Rogaine, old school like road games
You can't stop me from shinin, I'm highly flammable like propane

[Chorus]

[Too $hort:]
Yeah we got some real players in this motherfucker
Too $hort, Twista, V. White, Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Delinquents
Yeah we see you haters up in this motherfucker
Tryin to kick it like us real players
But you know what we gon' do?
We gon' sift you motherfuckin haters out
And we gon' beat yo' motherfuckin ass

Yeah that's right, whup that hater's ass
Beat his ass!
Like he stole somethin..

[Lil' Jon:] Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin!
[$hort:] Now slow it down for the retarded people


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Quit Hatin' Pt. 2 Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : What's My Favorite Word?
(feat. Lil' Jon, Lyfe, Pimp C)

[Intro/Chorus: Lil' Jon (repeat 2x)]
Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin!
Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin!
God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH
God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH

[Lyfe:]
I got the call, stuck at the crib, hoe I'm ready for war
Call your boy I got the deals and I'm hittin the do'
I got some niggaz with them figures waitin at the club
Gettin jigga with a swigga while I'm sittin on dubs
Lookin fake as hell, I keep my nails ready to fight
Club closed, powdered nose, I'm on one tonight
I keep them hatin bitches up so they can mimic the game
Watch yo' back cause if he gangsta then I'm takin yo' mayne
Haha, y'all bitches ain't keep shit real
Y'all bitches ain't got the wheel
Y'all bitches done clappin ya traps and don't even know the fuckin deal
Y'all just some hatin ass hoes, mad cause these real niggaz chose
Y'all bitches be poppin that shit gon' get popped in ya fuckin nose
Cause this shit big shit bitch, I'm down with that player shit
Y'all over there talkin now but you really just wanna suck his dick
Y'all bitches is scared and y'all been dared to make a move hoe
It's Joan of Arc, pullin guns on y'all hatin hoes

[Chorus]

[Pimp C:]
My baby momma butler hooked me with thirty-six
So many games cookin whippin down 55 in this bitch
Niggaz thought that I was slumpin I was steadily pumpin
Niggaz talkin bout a drop but man I ain't dealin nothin
I'm a self made nigga on the grind in the skreets
I ain't really wanna do it but my baby had to eat
From sales to hotels and dough from pote(?)nail
Pay everybody bail, ain't no spendin time in jail
Been around the world, y'all niggaz ain't seen all the shit I seen
Them girls, send them to Essence cause they sixteen
I'm comin through a couple bars to pimp them nipplezeens
In Southern Benz, S-Class, know what the fuck I mean?
A pimper, a stankin shriver(?) a Jack Tripper
A candy sweet dipper playin with cock and suckin on nipples
Every day my game get thicker, gettin good head from champagne sippers
Rapper the bird flipper, man, a motherfuckin nigga

[Chorus]

Haters can't get it cause I ride with thugs, killers
Can only date the millionaires and drug dealers
Takin notes from Scarface and Goodfellas
Straight gangsters or them motherfuckein hoodfellas
Pretty and still gritty, like Frank Nitti
And I, flaunt my titties like I'm on "Sex and the City"
So here we go again, daddy short, why they hatin?
Cause ain't none bitch this rich and hit makin

[Chorus]

[Too $hort having convo that starts over Chorus]
What's up Todd?
What's up with you girl, what's goin on?
Ahh shit, the usual, fly from here to there
Doin a little bit of change, legal money - ha ha ha
Like that? Guess what, you know you on my album right?
What? So what are you saying Todd?
He he he, I'm sayin that, it's goin down right now baby
The song is called "Quit Hatin'," and I just wanna know
What would you say to the haters in yo' life?
Niggaz hatin.. bitches hatin.. fuck 'em!

[Singer - repeat to fade:]
You ain't gotta hate me so much
Just show me some love, when I pull up on dubs
And you ain't gotta pay me to fuck
Just show me some love, when you see me at the club


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Lollypops Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : What's My Favorite Word?

Tell a nigga.. telephone, telegram; two-way that motherfucker
Somebody let him know.. tell that nigga
His bitch is out of pocket

It was me and yo' broad, ridin in my 'llac
She tried to climb on top of me and slide on my lap
I said hold on baby, we almost to the spot
We gon' do somethin nasty, with all this lust you got
I fucked her on the floor then we got up in the bed
Woke up in the mornin, can't remember what we did
Last night we was drunk, stinkin dirty motherfuckers
Stayed up all night, 'til 7:30 can't touch us
When we down on the beach, in the sand in Miami
I done found me a freak, done got my hand in her panties
She was playin in the water, MAN she was wet
So I laid her on her back, I pulled her panties to the left
I told her.. naww baby, we ain't do it too soon
Straighten up your dress, let's go up to my room
Tell your man you was lost, ran into a boss
Then I opened that ass up like a can of sauce

[Chorus:]
We don't like those lollypops
Sucker ass niggaz don't know how we rock
They can't even handle it
When you tell the truth, they can't stand a bitch
We don't like those lame marks
that run the other way when the game starts
Cause they don't know what to do
Don't lie tell me why would I fuck with you

Stop hatin since we datin the same lady
Don't hate the player, hate the game baby
I like her style, she's kinda wild
And when we do it we don't waste time goin out
We into it like the X-Rated flick with no plot, it's so hot
Don't hesitate and don't stop 'til we on top
She got a dude - but what I gotta prove?
Ain't no need to creep, you know she's a freak
Take it all, 'til the balls, disappear in her jaws
Then she take off them drawers, let me hit them sugar walls
And when I'm done havin fun tryin to be a player
She kiss my thang goodbye and say I'll see you later
Now if you can't take it mayne you need a good girl
Take a ride around the town and try to look for her
Cause yo' wife's a hoe, you might like to know
If she see a big dick, she might go..

[Chorus]

I watched her eye, she witcha man, stop starin
Stop the lies, there's no comparin
You wanna ride well let's go; I got a magic carpet with vogues
I'm nice to the ladies but I'm hard on the hoes
And when you jump in my car bumpin "Freaky Tales"
You told me pull it out, you wanna see it's real
I know your type girl, you ain't fin' to wait
That's how a pimp taste ridin on the interstate
It's in your mouth, make you wanna scream and shout
You can swallow or spit, when the cream comes out - bitch!
Just don't tell your man
Cause whores start wars when they know they can
I understand, you really wanna do me
Dance to a slow jam, "Feelin' on Your Booty"
And after tonight, when you kick it with a real one
All them fake-ass niggaz you ain't even gon' feel 'em (hell nah)

[Chorus]


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Female Players Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : What's My Favorite Word?

[Woman:] Only fuck with these silly-ass boys for fun
[Woman:] Get 'em all alone, and a thug is hung
Screamin aiyy-yah, aiyy-yah
[Woman:] Only fuck with these silly-ass boys for fun
[Woman:] Get 'em all alone, and a thug is hung
Screamin aiyy-yah, aiyy-yah

[Too $hort:]
I like them wild girls, the way they throw that
When the music ghetto, and she don't hold back
I wanna see her wiggle, when I stick it in her
Call me the champ, cause my dick's the winner
Bitch! It's internationally known
I picture in my mind, you look nasty in thongs
You probably do it just like you dance (player)
You bout to bust out your pants
You got.. too much ass in your jeans
Throw it my way, I'm not passin a thing
Are you a pleaser, or a teaser?
R&B diva or a skeezer?
To me, it's the same difference
I do my thang in the game, pimpin'
Don't worry bout me, cause I'ma do mine (damn)
Damn this bitch is too fine

[Chorus: Too $hort + Woman:]
[Woman:] Only fuck with these silly-ass boys for fun
[$hort:] I like female players
[Woman:] Get 'em all alone, and a thug is hung
Screamin aiyy-yah, aiyy-yah
[Woman:] Only fuck with these silly-ass boys for fun
[$hort:] I don't like them squares
[Woman:] Get 'em all alone, and a thug is hung
Screamin aiyy-yah, aiyy-yah

[Too $hort:]
Yeah she got dough, she get her hustle on
You can't buy that girl out, fool what you want?
She get her own table, buy her own bottles
Look in her purse, she got long dollars
Now you wonder why she hangin with me
You curious how my game could be
Playin broads ain't a thang to me
It must be a sign up but you can't see (player)
It's right there in your face
Throw the peace sign up all the players in the place
Look around, it's time to go to work
I'm tryin to flirt with little momma in the shortest skirt
I think she with it, but I don't wanna just hit it
I wanna get explicit
And if she kiss it, it's bound to get good
Tomorrow mornin I'll be cruisin round the bitch hood

[Chorus (w/ minor variations)]

[Too $hort:]
All my female players, gather around
It's a roller coaster baby you at Magic Mountain
Six Flags on a holiday
You wanna ride again girl you ain't gotta wait
You never have to stand in line for the ride
Just take a few hits cause I'm tryin to get you high
I can't tell you to loosen up
But I can say I love the way you move your butt
Let's make it happen, you wanna go home with me?
So I don't wake up in the mornin all lonely?
We can't compromise, I won't promise you lies
But I will make you feel it 'til the sun rise
And if you wanna know what it's like
Ask all the top notches in the club tonight
They'll tell ya, I ain't tryin to find a wife
But if you fuck with Short Dawg you'll have the time of your life

[Chorus (w/ minor variations)]

[Too $hort:] I like female players


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Cali-O Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : What's My Favorite Word?
(feat. Ant Banks, B-Legit, E-40)

[Singin':]
This hit aint no joke, Oh no
Dont ya know, Dont ya know
Its Cali-O, Its Cali-O, Yeah
This hit aint no joke, This here aint no joke
Dont ya know, Sweet Cali-O

[Too $hort:]
Its that Orangutan lookin' like a Crayola
Nothin' but the sunshine, Soon as the day's over
Roll'em up, In the town, We get down
On the green and the purple, Never on the brown
Cause when ya hit the O its the real dope, From Humbolt
Have ya flyin' real stupid like Dumbo
They love it when it comes from California
You'll never be an +Outkast+ with that +Stankonia+

[E-40:]
Smell the aroma, Smells so lovely
Man thats potent, What ya'll smokin man?, Orange Ruffie
Where ya from, You from the Yay, Im from the Valley J
Man ya'll some fools, You California dudes do not play
I though you thoughtamajig, I though I told you my nagga
Game colder than a six pack of soda my nagga
Northren Cali, 23's on my Denali
Gettin rowdy in the Scrillacon Valley
Hoe

[Chorus:]
This hit aint no joke, Oh joke
Dont ya know, Dont ya know
Its Cali-O, Its Cali-O, Yeah
This hit aint no joke, This here aint no joke
Dont ya know, Sweet Cali-O
Love it when I hit it, Cali-O
Love it when I hit it, Dont ya know
Sweet Cali-O
I cant wait to touch it, Cali-O
Dont ya know, Yeah
Love it when I twist it, Dont ya know
Sweet Cali-O

[Too $hort:]
The Valley Joe

[B-Legit:]
Know it when you smell it, Hit it, Enhale the blow
Got zips from Cali-O, Niggas call it the dro
When I'm in for a show first hit up the store
Four boxes to the neck, Alcohol to follow
Get it on fa sho, Every zone I go
Tip toe to the door, Room 3-0-4
Put that town down-lo, Its that Town endo
Guarenteed, No seeds, In your town we'll blow

[Ant Banks:]
Now homie tell me what that yay like
Livin that Bay Life
We put it up in the air, From sundown to daylight
And the girls they be lovin' it, Cause it freeze on em
That Cali-O sensation lets us squeeze up in em
Its a whole 'notha mind state, A way of livin
That playalistic feelin' gives you the vibes of a villian
Help ya focus, And I was gone when I wrote this
Just trippin on that Cali-O, Its known to be the dopest

[Chorus (with minor variations)]

[Too $hort:]
Its been 10 years since I moved from Oakland
I traveled everywhere but theres nobody smokin
Like the Bay and LA, From San Diego up Seattle's way
Aint no shake like a rattlesnake, That Budwiser make ya get smart
You say you went to San Francisco and left your heart
But dont leave that orange sunshine on the coast
I know that you think the green and the purple is the most
Out in Cali you get choices
One hit will have you hearin angel's voices
Make you wanna fly, And catch the next plane to the West
So you can fill your brain with the best
Now Mary Jane was a small town girl
But Cali-O, She's been all around the world
She'll make the coldest player go broke
You dont hear me though, That Cali-O aint no joke

[Chorus and Too $hort talkin']


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Pimp Life Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : What's My Favorite Word?
(feat. Big Gipp, Bun B, Devin The Dude)

[Too $hort:]
I chose to live this life

[Devin the Dude - singing:]
I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz

[Devin the Dude:]
Niggaz trippin - and for what?
Why must he think he 'posed to change her
When she'll give the pussy up even to a, total stranger
And, I'm just one of 'em, you can't trust none of them
They'll say they love you while they wipin your cum on them
Then they'll run and tell her friends how she found another sucker
To pay a fee for pus-sy but not - me, motherfuckahHHH
I move quick with my pool stick, Slicker than Willie
Slicker than Kelly, slicker than KY Jelly
But really this dick has got me in a lot of trouble recently
I bend 'em and go in 'em and don't even have the decency
To call her, my balls have been leaked of most of their fluids
I used to put the rubber on and skeet straight through it
And it seems, that I always keep my pipe in these hoes
Keep my mic at these shows, cause that's the life that I chose

[Devin the Dude - singing:]
Pimp life!
I chose to live the - pimp life!

[Bun B of U.G.K.:]
Come talk a walk up in my shoes, pay a couple of my dues
Roll my boulevard on trues, while your lady sings the blues
Got everythang to lose, not a damn thang to gain
I be tryin to cross the line, but with that I gotta bring the pain
Now I tried to compromise, see the other side of the story
But that's easier said that done, when it comes to your pride & your glory
I'm a pimp with a glide in my worries, limp pimp I'ma step when I wreck
But my armor's on at all times, cause I gots me a rep to protect
Now I mights be known for this, and maybe recognized for that
But they be high-beamin me; and I be like where my visors at?
Nowadays I'm a wiser cat, after what I been through I better be
Back then I woulda broke ya broad, nowadays I just let her be
Cause through seconds minutes hours days weeks months and years
Man I reckon that it's power fuckin freaks blunts and beers
That ain't what I'm supposed to be

[Devin:] Pimp life!
[Bun B:] That's the life I chose for me

[Devin the Dude - singing:]
I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz trippin

[$hort:] I chose to live the
[Devin:] Pimp life!

[Too $hort:]
Yeah I have menage-a-trois with superstars, one night stands, quickies
Booty calls, it ain't nuttin for her to just stick around here and lick me
Cause I run through broads and never get enough, maybe I'm too selfish
But I cain't help it.. can't stay witchu girl cause I can't tell if it's
Official, or just another ritual
It's hard for me to find a wife, it's nothin for me to, get a hoe
I know it sounds, pitiful, sometimes I'm blessed, sometimes I'm cursed
If it's supposed to be the best then tell me, what's the worst?
I'll be a P-F-L, 'til I'm a old nigga
Cause I never spend my life with groupies, or golddiggers
I see these bitches now, shake it naked tryin to make it
If you spendin all his money take it bitch you can't fake it
When it's real, I'm cappin like the snub-nosed, they pay me
I love hoes, never go home when the club close
I do shows, ride new vogues and keep two hoes
I'm all about this money girl, that's why I chose
To live the pimp life

[Devin:] Pimp life!
[$hort:] I chose to live this life
[Devin:] Pimp life.. pimp life!
[Devin:] I chose to live the, pimp life

[Big Gipp]
People ask me question bout this, people ask me question bout that
Say what? I'm a handsome John motherfucker independent of the nasty-ass cuts
Young, Gipp, still around the corner in the hood
Gipp, still runnin down in the wood
Gipp, still ridin out like vogues
Gipp, still cruise hundred spokes
Straight from the 80's ladies
Grew up in nuttin but dem Grady babies
Pimpin the game since ninety-six
Can't sell a big ol' pimp no box of bricks
Gipp put it down for the A-Town to the Bay to the Oakland foothill strip
Too $hort, Bun B, Devin and Big Gipp yo we all some pimps
Gettin money out the sexual industries
At the same, tryin to get our slice
Never lookin back twice - livin in the pimp life

[Devin:] Pimp life!

[Devin the Dude - singing:]
I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz

[$hort:] I chose to live the
[Devin:] Pimp life! Pimp life.. [fades out]


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Call It Gangster Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : What's My Favorite Word?
(feat. Dolla Will, Petey Pablo)

[Petey Pablo:]
I was so glad, when they said unto me
Let us go into the house, of the gangsters

[Chorus: Petey Pablo]
If you don't call this gangster, I don't know what a gangster is
If you don't call this gangster, you don't know what gangster is
Said it's one thing to be real, but real ain't all a gangster is
If you don't call this gangster, you don't know what gangster is
I know

[Petey Pablo:]
I was so glad...

I only smoke with the folks that came in when I came in
I don't smoke with bitches cause I don't know where they mouth been
Dawg I'm a celebrity, I got fans, I don't need friends
I don't need security, cause they ain't checked me when I came in
All that you impressed with, is what I already did
The life you choose to emulate, that's the life I live
Dream house, dream car, quarter past that
That money that you makin, was my champagne tab
Dawg, that's yo' girl? Be cool, relax
I just need her tonight, call the phone, you can get her back
You gon' ball then ball, you gon' mack then mack
Your mouth sayin one thang, but your action don't say that
You told me all aboutcha, and I ain't even asked
Look at ya, nervous, jittery, can't stare me in the eyes can ya?
Real recognize real, you can't deceive a gangster
Short Dawg, Petey Pab', what was y'all thankin?

[Chorus]

[Too $hort:]
I know you wanna live the good life
New car, new house, what it look like?
You'll never see it, tryin to be somethin that you're not
You runnin to the car cause you don't wanna get shot
But at the bar you was hard
Ain't even no straps in your car, you better call the law
They got guns, you got a cell phone
Do some gangster shit, and get the hell on
... You talked all that shit
But a bunch of ass-whuppins, that's all y'all get
Actin tough in the club
You found out you was fuckin with some thugs; put them hands on ya
So fast you ain't know what happened
Outside seen 'em ridin in a fo' do' cabin
Tryin to kill you, this shit is real fool
You won't survive in the streets if you don't know the rules

[Chorus]

[Dolla Will:]
Uhh; Black Continental, suicide golds
Gators hit the flo', I ain't payin at the do'
While you fly outside, waitin for the guest list
And to get frisked, it's niggaz like me creepin with heat
That'll burn ya crisp
I'm at some work, you would open your mouth to kiss
Why you at the bar, roused off Cris'
No longer courageless, grabbin hoes by the wrist
Chose one, mix wasn't hit, so you wet her clothes
And said BITCH - put it on thick, like Lonzo in "Training Day"
Not knowin she with a clique, that's aimin at your face
Soon as they get word, hope your friends don't desert
And valet got your Benz parked next to the curb
You ain't a gangster, L7
Quick to bail out, like a nigga in jail stressin
A lesson to be learnt, bout what a gangster is
Not only do we roll deep, so do a gangsteress

[Chorus]


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Set Up Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : What's My Favorite Word?

One.. two.. one, two, three, four

[Too $hort:]
First we got the crack
Then we got the gats
Then they changed all the laws
It was a set up
Lockin all the young homies up
Gettin 'em all shot dead in the streets
Straight set up

I remember when the world went crazy
Crack cocaine, hit the streets in the 80's
Right before the crack they was smokin fat
They called it freebase and rich folks did that (that's right)
It's all good, but nobody in the hood
Put powder in water and cooked it, they never would (naw)
A white boy did it, showed niggaz how to get it
The rich man's high got the ghetto addicted
It used to be expensive, fuck that ten shit
Turnin out cute little bitches that was innocent
Five years later, she to' up from the flo' up (be-itch)
Niggaz used to kiss her, now the bitch smell like throw-up
(hoe) What? I'm tellin the truth
The man had a plan that was killin the youth
You can smoke it, or sell it, if you choose you lose
It was a set up, got everybody singin the blues
They gave you the crack to start flippin your sack
You makin your money, it's sittin in stacks (yeah)
You bought you some gats, for niggaz who jack
Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker bag that (nigga what?)
Somebody died, you're goin to war
You got a lot of straps and you want some more
You in the little leagues, AK's from the Middle East
Guns and coke, you wanna get a piece?
It was a set up, that's what the O.G.'s say
I heard Rick got his dope from the CIA
A new kind of baller out in sunny Los Angeles
Benzes, houses, young niggaz havin this
Oakland got a taste and all over the place
Detroit to Miami they was rollin case
Down to I-75, whatchu need in Atlanta
White Christmas, a bag full of dope like Santa

(Whatchu need homey whatchu need?) It was a set up
(I got whatchu need baby, I got whatever you need)
(You got the money? I got the llello)

Don't look in his eyes, use your automatic weapons
Shoot in the crowd and keep steppin (that's yo' ass)
Read about it later, wrong nigga got hit
Shot a gangster in the leg, but you killed a little kid
Now where in the fuck did the guns come from?
They used to put 'em up and say you want some?
Now you get shot, makin all that loud noise (nigga)
Have your pistol on your side like the cowboys (beotch)
Cause you can make a lot of money when you sellin dope
Sell your soul to the devil, say to hell with the Pope
At the Benz dealer (yea I want that one) spend a hundred thousand cash
You feelin like a hoe, money comin out your ass
In a way, it's not your fault
You stupid as fuck, that's why you got caught
You never get out, and I'm still amazed
You shoulda opened up a biz and bought some real estate
(I'm havin money) Niggaz strapped like the military
Know how to cook it, package it and get it there
You get paid? You coulda been a CPA
When you weigh that yay, tell the DEA
It ain't mine (it ain't mine) I don't wanna do no time
They got the new laws havin niggaz snitchin and lyin
Cause what we do y'all we gotta get our own hustle
I'm cool on the coke, I don't want no trouble (fuck that)
I got a felony (one strike) I was caught in a bust
Got probation, they can't stop us (unstoppable)
I got two gat cases and I still ain't been to jail
They caught my little homey on the hill and made him tell
He told about the murders and the whole operation (shit)
I feel like the slave, on a plantation
Now I'm stuck in here, and don't wanna stay
I wish I was a kid so I could go out and play

(They set me up man) It was a set up...


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She Loves Her Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : What's My Favorite Word?

[Women's voices moaning in ecstasy like porno videos]

[Too $hort:]
Are you in heaven, or is it real life
Cause ain't nobody ever made you feel like
You can't get enough it, you keep wantin more
Ever since you was young, you felt the need to explore
Baby girl youse a natural, you can't hide it
The way you put that strap on, and let her ride it
Gave her multiple orgasms, witcha vibrator
All five flavors tasted like Life Savors
I know you love her, everything about her
Laid in the bed, you sprinkled baby powder, on the sheets
Smilin, kissin down her spine
Climbed over, and then y'all did the 69
Cause her touch, is nothin like your man's
Soft as a baby when her butt is in yo' hands
And she does, so many different things
Make yo' body start shakin almost instantly

[Chorus:]
[Women's voices moaning in ecstasy like porno videos]
[$hort:] She loves her
[women's voices]
[$hort:] She's lovin her
[women's voices]
[$hort:] I know you love her
[women's voices]
[$hort:] She's lovin it

[Too $hort:]
Sunshine in your life, hope it lasts forever
No bad weather, got her ass on the dresser
Lookin so good, she got you so wet
You might be switchin up the good but you don't know yet
It's a brand new experience, you knew the day would come
Find you a girl, and get you some
If it's her first time, I bet you can't tell
Cause she got down on her knees and licked that thang well
And when you taste her, you can't replace her
Smooth like Remi X-O with no chaser
You look in the mirror, and see your own reflection
Face in her thighs, with no long erection

[Chorus]

[Too $hort:]
I saw it in her eyes, I could tell the way she smiled
She's thought about these things, it's been a long while
She wants to play witchu, if you can be alone
She turned the radio on to play her favorite song
She didn't take ex pills, smoke weed or drink
Just take your clothes off, and let her kiss that thing
Don't be scared, I see you gettin down like that
On your stomach while you run your tongue around that cat
Y'all can be the Mary Jane Girls, "All Night Long"
Play the radio with nuttin but the hall light on
It don't stop, juices flowin like a stream
With no man in between, feels like a dream

[Chorus]

[Women's voices to fade]


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Maggot Brain Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : Still Blowin'
(feat. Silk E)

[Intro]
Beitch!
Short Short
I'm from The Town

[Too $hort]
Ten years ago, you was havin thangs
Now you ain't nuttin but a maggot brain
Used to be on the block gettin at 'em mayne
Back in the days when you was slangin 'caine
Now you fresh out of jail, just comin home
Livin at your momma's house, nuttin goin on
Cain't hustle, and you cain't fit in
Hit the corner, but you ain't makin friends
Yo' life, just twist and turns
Out on parole, now he fin'sta learn
If you sleep too late you cain't get the worm
You cain't smoke weed cause ain't shit to burn
That's where you at, and ain't no way back
These lil' niggaz on the block stay strapped
Fuck that~! Convicted felon with a gat?
It's mandatory; you get caught you goin back

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You gettin off doin nothin
Get your mind right ya, need to do somethin
Spend all day smokin blunts
You maggot brain, get yo' mind right and so somethin

[Silk E]
You barely pay your rent; spend all day on the phone
You're always lyin, yo' excuses be irrelevant
You let 'em hit and use yo' food stamps to feed his friends
Always yellin, always beggin somebody to babysit
Hell, you're always in barely everything
Always causin problems, always with it, barely know his name
Youse a trainwreck, think we can't see through that?
Get ya mind right, youse a burnt out turfin rat
You barely in your house, it always smell like piss
You only scrapin when company comes over
Then you jumpin in the shower, snitchin and ya gossipin
Ain't nobody like you, so you wonder why she not ya friend
Silk, it's Silk E not cotton blend
Authentic not rented official game spitter
Fight over yo' baby daddy {?} fuck with her
Always talkin shit, always on my nerves, youse a maggot brain
Maggot brain

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
I know you doin bad, but don't stalk her
Your girl upgraded now she's fuckin a baller
She don't wanna be wit'chu - why would she?
Video games, blunts and pussy?
That's all you want, cause you have no goals
Stayin at your momma's house, is so old
You need to reinvent yo'self right now
You need a makeover, a new lifestyle
Some new clothes, a new place to live
Go get yo' baby momma and take yo' kids
Stop doin crime, and stay out of court
Cause you know you ain't never paid child support
And if you get a job, they take it out yo' check
Can't get a driver's license, now you really 'bout to quit
Ten years ago, you was havin thangs
And now you ain't nuttin but a maggot brain - BITCH!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
You in the mix baby
Wit'cha boy Too $hort
I'm still blowin


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I'm Gone Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : Still Blowin'

[Intro]
This ain't nuttin new
I've been doin this shit bitch
I've been in the same frame of mind since I was 9
Motherfucker

[Too $hort]
You already know, I'm crazy bitch
I put my foot in the ass of a lazy bitch
Fuck with me you better make somethin
Cause I'll never see a hoe and don't take nothin
I was raised to break 'em
You got a purse full of hundreds? I'ma take 'em
Square bitches always fall in love
I call 'em bitch hoe tramp slut all the above
And when I turn 'em out, and send 'em to work
It feels good, knowin I'm pimpin 'em first
I wear a mack hat, real fly with a tilt
When I was 7, girls used to buy me milk
In middle school, I used to get it fool
Lunch money, and they let me hit it too
Cause all I ever wanted was a Cadillac
And some hoes that'll call me Daddy Mack

[Chorus: repeat 8X]
Bitch I'm gone! (Is you gone?)
Bitch I've been gone! (Is you gone?)

[Too $hort]
I never had only one girl
If I wanted I could have any woman in the world
You cain't save me from the game
I'm in it for the money, fuck the game
But everybody seems to know my name
And these hoes, know I ain't playin
Bitch I'm gone, and I ain't never comin back
Yeah I'm both - I'm a player and a mack
You ain't stupid! You know the business
You under new management and gotta go get it
Next time I see you have a stack of Ben Franks
Give it all to me, and tell a pimp thanks
Stuff it in the matress, we don't put it in the bank
Hundred thousand dollar car, puttin gas in the tank
Use my phone, tell your man you chose
Fuck all that old shit and get some brand new clothes

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
You wanna go with me straight to the top?
You gotta check yes or no in the box
I was tellin hoes that shit in '76
All them dreams I used to have I knew I'd better get rich
I wanted all the bad bitches, and all the cars
Drop my top at night and see all the stars
I used to walk down the street daydreamin
And now it came true, these bitches stay creamin
And I still don't give no bitches no slack
Get involved with me, fo' sho' bitch you know that
I don't hold back, I put it out there
Do everything I say and don't doubt a player
Cause if you do - I ain't fuckin wit'chu
I'm through, I don't want nuttin from you
Just listen to the song
While I put the pedal to the metal, bitch I'm gone

[Outro]
Too $hort mixtape
Still blowin baby
Album comin soon
You know you want that shit
I know you want it bitch!


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I Want That Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : Still Blowin'

[Intro]
It's nothin baby
You can have that shit
If that's what you want
All you gotta do is put your hustle down girl
Choose on some real pimpin you know?
You can have that shit if you want it baby
It's nothin

If you want it, then it's yours
Straight to the top with pimpin $hort
Cause I'm so cold when I'm on these whores
If I kick her in the ass then it's gon' be sore
But if she listens, we get paid
I get the money, and she gets laid
Punk bitches talkin 'bout ain't no way
But we look good bitch, every day
And you keep talkin 'bout life is hard
Never had money or a fly ass car
On the low, she's a three-oh-fo'
Waitin on tables but she should be a hoe
Cause every night she fucks big ballers for free
If she tryin to come up, she should be callin me
Make some money, dip to the mall with me
And buy some new shit so they all can see

[Chorus]
You can have that, if you want that
If you want that, you can have that
You can have that, if you want that
If you want that, you can have that
Do you want it baby? Do you want it baby?
(I want that, I want that)
You gotta make, that, cash, that's it
Anything you want you can have that shit - bitch!

It's no fun when you're broke and lonely
You cain't even smoke no weed
You cain't go out to eat
You havin dinner at the house - without me
I cain't kick it like that
Where the steak and the chicken at?
Ain't nuttin worse than a broke-ass bitch
You ain't nuttin but a joke, that's it
If you wanna be bigger, and have more
You've gotta choose on a nigga like $hort
You gotta get out that car, and jump in mine
He said "I don't do no pimpin" that punk is lyin!
I'ma send you to the front of the line
if you gimme somethin cool and you wanna be mine
Square bitches write checks and charge it
But I only take cash and all you get is hard dick

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Get your money
You in the mix with Too $hort
We're still blowin
Still smokin that good shit


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Fed Up Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : Still Blowin'
(feat. Kool Ace)

[Intro/Chorus]
When a player's pissed
There ain't nuttin she can do about it
If I'm runnin out of love
The bitches who need to talk about it

[Too $hort]
It's over - bitch I ain't fuckin wit'chu
Don't call me, cause we ain't got nothin to do
You on your own now, find a new manager
My bitch is on cruise control - I can't handle her
You so complicated, tellin lies and stuff
Too emotional for me, and you cry too much
I roll on these hoes when they test my game
They wanna be spoiled buyin extra thangs
We supposed to be a team, real players winnin shit
We hustle every day, and we share the benefits
It used to feel good but now I'm barely feelin it
Cause now, I don't really care if we end the shit
Bitch! You gon' change on me?
You better take a good look, cause you ain't gon' see
my face... ever again
I'll find a better hoe and you can get a better pimp
Beotch!

[Chorus]

[Too $hort - over Chorus]
It's over baby!
Nothin

[Too $hort]
Now when I'm through wit'chu - ain't no gettin back
I don't want money from you, and I don't care who's hittin that
Don't speak when you see me and don't call a player
You can fuck a dog, for all I care bitch!
It ain't the same on your own
I know you miss me, that's why you playin games on the phone
I'm like Pimp C, I'm just not willing and able
to keep a bitch like you in my stable
You're nothin but trouble, you never could be on my level
You was turned off first time I said hello
You a freak and you fine but you weak in the mind
And worst of all, you're cheap wit'cha grind
You don't earn enough, got me burnin up
Cause you ain't even willin, to learn new stuff
Get the fuck out my face cause right now I will
whup your motherfuckin ass, bitch you know how I feel

[Chorus]

[Too $hort - over Chorus]
What bitch?
I ain't tryin to hear that shit baby
Time's up
It's too late

[Outro]
Get the fuck out my face bitch!
It's over baby, nuttin to talk about
I fucks wit'chu no mo'
It's too late baby, ain't nuttin you can say
I'm outta here


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Player Card Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : Still Blowin'
(feat. Shanell)

[Intro]
Nah baby
I don't think I wanna be a player no mo'
I done been through a lot of hoes
Lot of women, lot of bitches, lot of relationships
All the drama
Tryin to find a real one baby

[Chorus: Shanell 2X]
If you don't wanna be a player no more
Then show me who you really are
If you don't wanna be a player no more
Turn in your player card

[Too $hort]
There comes a time in every player's life
When you think about a family and havin a wife
You had enough - you cain't take this shit
Put a end to all the meaningless relationships
And find one that means everything
I'm talkin 'bout white dresses and wedding rings
Used to be strip clubs and the Bunny Room
But now you're in love on a honeymoon
You used to keep a extra chick
Just for booty calls and sexy trips
But now you at the grocery sto'
Target, Wal*Mart, and Home Depot
If you break out of prison, and jump the wall
you couldn't even get a date you wouldn't know who to call
You had a lot of women and you played 'em hard
But you retired now, give up that player card!

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
A lot of players, call it quits
Come across the love pit and fall in it
Ain't nuttin wrong with love
Early in the morning you just want a hug
I've been there a million times
Asked me how I'm doin - I'm feelin fine
But really what I feel inside
is the need, to have somethin real in my life
... I had it before
But I'm like Cameo, I go "Back and Forth"
... Like Big Pun and Joe
Sometimes "I don't wanna be a player no more"
And when the time comes around, you know what's next
Throw away my phone and my rolodex
It's gone, and I didn't even notice it
My player card expired and I'm stuck with my old bitch

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
Your player card got revoked
And it cain't be renewed - no it's not a joke
Once you give it up, it's hard to get it back
Cause fallin in love is like hittin crack
One hit and you a junkie
All day and night you'll be lickin that monkey
You love the way it's sticky and funky
You said I don't wanna live, if she don't want me
I never had days like that
Cause I came up in Oakland, raised by macks
I gotta get that scratch
I get it from a batch, or from my rats
It's gon' happen, cause the game is here
Ask Bishop Don Juan, I'm a famous player
You know when love'll happen for me?
When I start buyin hookers, and rappin for free
Never~!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
It ain't expired yet baby
I'm thinkin 'bout renewin it
Short Dawg in the house, PFL
Player For Life
Player For Life baby
Sometimes I feel like I don't wanna be a player
but I am...

Smoke one wit'cha potnah mayne
You in the mix with Too $hort, "Still Blowin'"
New album comin soon baby
What's my favorite word?


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Still Blowin' Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : Still Blowin'

[Intro]
Beitch!
Yeah I still smoke
Still blowin

[Too $hort]
I don't need navigation, I know where to go
85 on the highway blowin the 'dro
Move out the way if you goin too slow
My dick's in her mouth, let a hoe be a hoe
Cause I flip 'em like pancakes
I smoke weed like Scoot and Band-Aid
Comin back, from Humboldt County
All I blow is kush, I don't want no brown weed
So light it up, let's get it on
I smoked a lot of purp but that shit is strong
You can buy it on the turf, that's whassup
But niggaz like me hit the cannabis club

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I only shop at the weed store
Smoked it all up now I need some more
That's what I do - what you ain't knowin?
I got/bought some O.G. kush and I'm still blowin

[Too $hort]
Ain't nuthin changed I'm still blowin the purp
Ridin in my car, goin to work
My clothes are wreakin, but fuck the smell!
You can say what you want nigga I cain't tell
I smoke half on the way, the other half later
Receptionist flirtin with me, I don't wanna date her
I just wanna hit, and sleep with the slut
We can smoke and fuck but don't keep in touch
She got a sexy body, yeah she's a hottie
She's a nymphomaniac, nasty and naughty
I'm wit'chu girl, if you say so
She gave me a massage and I gave her a facial

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
I just spent 28 days in rehab
Weed and alcohol, I need it bad
Shit won't help - I've quit before
Didn't take too long for me to hit some more
I used to smoke Newports but I had to stop
I even used to smoke my weed with rocks
My square girlfriends said I need to stop
But I'm hooked on weed like it's hop, bitch!
And I don't need no poppy seed
No coca leaf, or no PCP
All I need is some good-ass weed
Keep the styrofoam cup, you can have that E

[Chorus - first half only]

[Too $hort]
Don't be mad at me
Cause you a stupid motherfucker you don't have to be
Fuck the peer pressure - what you ain't knowin?
You can do you Mr. Kush and keep blowin
Beotch!

Still blowin
Got that O.G. kush
Yeah man we ain't never gon' stop smokin
Roll another, roll that shit up
Nothin but the best baby, in California
Bay Area, nothin but pimp
All the way to East Oakland
Whassup Bay Area?


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All For Love Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : Still Blowin'
(feat. Silk E)

[Intro]
I give a little... I take a little
I give a little, I take a little

[Too $hort]
I can't be sober, cause I smoke weed a lot
Tried to be faithful, but I like to cheat a lot
You couldn't even trust me, cause I used to lie sometimes
I'll say I love you, but not until I get mines
I tried to have one girl but I flirt too much
I know exactly what to do to get her to fuck
Baby I promise, you're the only one for me
You know you want this, you always have fun with me
But not tomorrow, cause I got another date
If all the little girls, would just do what their mothers say
I wouldn't be a player, and shoot 'em with the facial cream
I used to manage my love like a baseball team
I had to have a good line-up
Put 'em in rotation when they sign up, a whole lot of vagina
I even had a farm camp, where they'd get upgraded later
Can you hang with the players if you make it to the majors?

[Chorus]
I give a little... I take a little
I give a little... we do it all for looooooove
I do it all for looooove

[Too $hort]
Can I change? Or will I stay the same?
Will I be serious or keep playin games?
Tonight, I'm tryin to see the light
Is there a woman in here that wants to be my wife?
I want a family, I got a lot to give
I want children, but I ain't got no kids
I wanna love you, but did I wait too long
It took smiles and tears to make this song

[Chorus]

[Silk E]
Here's why we don't hear shit while y'all pleadin your case
Your fingers crossed behind your back and a smirk's on your face
With million dollar dreams fallin in and out of your neck
What'chu want us to do, we girls, we ain't playin with a full deck
We expect some of the bullshit, so we play along
It's wrong, the game of cat and mouse, you hit and you gone
Now we 'sposed to feel sorry for the big bad wolf
Find him fuck him with no condoms - the game come from the crooks
How would it look? A queen gettin played by a rook'
Be your baby momma by evenin, can't have that on the books
Dickmatized, with sex faces in the d-boy stance
Effervescently sellin me dreams of circumstance
How I need to be a team player - I'd rather be the owner
Why get with bein a boss to be some work on the corner?
You're huntin for the next hot ass before the club close
How you lookin for love if all you run with is hoes?

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Enjoy the ride baby
We smokin good, we ridin clean
And you in the mix wit'cha O.G. potnah Too $hort
We 'bout to get back on that pimp shit right now baby!
Still blowin!


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I'm A Pimp Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : Still Blowin'
(feat. Earl Hayes)

[Too $hort]
2010!
Short Dawg in the house
My nigga Hayes in the motherfuckin house

[Chorus: Hayes]
Cause she don't call by 12 then she don't get to go
It's my little secret she don't get to know
Got a bitch on the side but she gon' get to go
To my right is my wife to my left is my hoe
I'm a pimp

[Hayes]
And I'm slow to stank
The only alternative to that kilo cake
Give you the same rush as when you slangin bricks
When the feds come to town I rely on my bitch
There I is, runnin with my backup plan
My momma said you need somethin to fall back on man
And since I ain't got no GD or college grants
I talk a chick into sellin pussy right out her pants
By choice, I place it in 'em
Like puttin directions in your navi system
Like teachin white chicks great dancin rhythm
I'm evolvin the game and enhancin pimpin
Here I go - runnin plays like a coach
10 G's a night like winnin the Superbowl
5 G's a night like winnin the playoffs
There's no need for practice so it's no days off

[Chorus]

[repeat Chorus first four lines with Too $hort instead]

[Too $hort]
I always maintain multiple relationships
What I say to a bitch I have her makin chips
I don't prostitute, every woman in my life
Got hoes, a daughter, a momma and a wife
Like my nigga Hayes, I know how to send 'em
If you check my DNA you'll find a lot of pimpin
I don't stop winnin, I keep hot women
But the prettiest hoes, sometimes it's not in 'em
Everything I want I'm gettin it
And if my hoes can't get it, my bitch is rich
I got habits, man my life is lavish
I'm hooked on money, I'm a God damn savage
Call me daddy, no I don't drive a Caddy
I keep it parked in my garage and push the S-550
I'm the Too S-H, O-R-T
You lil' BITCH! You ain't as hard as me

[Chorus]

[Hayes]
It's no accident
I'm puttin on the risk where the cash is spent
From sittin on the black with the glass is tint
Feet raised, I live the life you imaginin
on the ground, then we above the sky
In our PJ's feelin like a private eye
Codename: Magnum, yeah I'm the guy
that'll have your girlfriend tellin you a lie
And I'm sorry, I don't mean to do it
My prominent specialist says I've seen her do it
And I'm so on the scene and my steam is the newer
Yeah I'm the shit and that attracts your bitch
She can feel it - and I have the fire
I adjust the levels while equalizer
She know whatever she want we can go buy it
Any experiments and we can go try it
Horseback and the skydivin
Menage-a-trois and jet-ski ridin
Or just chillin while they at my old iceland
That's my wife but I feel that

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
Shout out to all the real pimps
Where you at mayne?
Yeah, we still blowin
Where the weed smokers at?
You in the mix bitch
Too $hort
Gotta send a special shoutout to all the real hookers
Get your money bitch! [echoes]


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Checking My Hoes Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : Still Blowin'
(feat. Birdman & Jazze Pha)

[Intro/Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Hoes, hoes
Just checking my
Hoes, hoes
I like the way
I like the way she turn a nigga on
Put it in her mouth
She brings me paper
Takin niggaz home, turnin niggaz out

[Too $hort]
See I made up my mind when I was only a child
That I would hang with the big dogs, runnin wild
In the streets chasin cats, they lace these macks
Everywhere you go you know we take these gats
So they treat us like kings, they never try to play us
They wanna play with us cause they know why we players
I got it from my daddy, boy go tell your momma
I'm watchin cartoons man, I won't, I'ma just
keep it to myself, and when I'm grown
I'ma get a lot of women and get my pimp on
Like you, and now that's what I do
Got a bunch of broads just like the fuck I knew
I ride through with a few, only top notches
Hoes so fast you can't use stopwatches
Untyin 'em, so when you firin 'em
Bend a bitch over try to rip out the linin

[Chorus]

[Birdman]
It's the pimps of the pimps player
Went at hollered at $hort, come pimp with a player beotch!
Baby girl, this our year
You see them Lexus Coupes, so mine don't fear
Gorilla pimpin, born hustlers
slash, the number one stunna
We them hood rich niggaz been ghetto bound
We worldwide hustlin, we ride Uptown
It's the same ol' nigga with the platinum mouth
If ye ain't got no food I ain't goin in ya house
A lil' nigga, freshly chilled
Ma, I don't drink no beer
I'm the big type nigga in that frozen weather
Chinchilla, rammin on that soft-ass leather
I'll fly in any weather, I pluck my own feather
Swine on the G9, pocket full of cheddar beotch!

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
Got new bitches, quite a few bitches
Too many hoes, that's my life, and you wish
it was just a bunch of lies, cause you know it's the truth
I stick and move cause these hoes'll do
just about anything for the low-low
Sometimes I daydream about my old hoes
But mostly I just look for a bitch like Stella
Do what I tell her, and get my mozzarella

[Birdman]
I'll break a brick like I'll break a bitch
Run a hundred miles to put some wheels on a whip
Kool-Aid, candy bars, Cadillac, whip
Silver and gold, barbecue out bitch!
On them slab kitted out real slick
Mommy dressed up in her brand new fit
Tailor made Louis and she ridin on 23's
D-boy, Birdgirl, I know you know me

[Chorus]

[Too $hort over Chorus]
We ain't worried about how to treat a itch
Bitch better worry about how to treat us
Yeah, bitch, rub my back

[second half of Chorus]

[Too $hort - still over Chorus]
Suck my dick, cook my breakfast bitch
Yeah, when you wash the dishes get your ass back in bed

[Chorus]

[second half of Chorus]

[Too $hort - over Chorus again]
Yeah
Pimp shit! Jazze Pha
Big Baby
Short Dawg, so real

You know we love it
Love the way these hoes treat us
Oh we so special!


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Lil' Shorty Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : Still Blowin'

[Intro]
Don't act like that
Whassup wit you? Whassup?
That's a bad lil' beotch

Lil' shorty got a nasty lil' dance
With a whole lot of ass in them pants
Do you think I'm a passionate man?
Ice cold player with a master plan
A lot of females just don't know
That lil' shorty got her own dough
When I met her it was on right away
If I was married, I'd leave my wife today
Light-skinned with the curly hair
Did my finger like this and said "Girl come here"
She's on South Beach, havin lunch with a dude
I whispered in her ear "Later on come through"

[Interlude]
Come on yo shorty we can kick it baby
You know that I'm with it
You can hit me on my phone
We can do it all night long

[Chorus]
(She said) ohh, yeah I really wanna rock your world
Get to know you boy I'll be your girl
Trust me baby you'll be satisfied
You'll be mine tonight
(She said) ohh, yeah I really wanna rock your world
Get to know you boy I'll be your girl
Trust me baby you'll be satisfied
You'll be mine tonight boy

That lil' shorty is well stacked
Her shoes, her purse and her belt match
Hella cute even in the morning
A super top notch, better get up on 'em
Ass fat, she's a class act
Menage-a-trois, she don't have that
She's all about them dimes and pennies
Tens and twenties, hundreds and fifties
Whatever you got she'll take it
Make a nigga stop, drop and get naked
I guess it's just a sign of the times
Cause shorty got a crib that's as fly as mines

[Chorus]

Lil' shorty is a freak mayne
Gamed up with the street game
Did a lot and left me wantin mo'
Lil' shorty ain't no punk hoe
I don't sip fine wine or drink champagne
Don't mix with fake hoes that think I'm payin
But I do like women, that know about pimpin
Keep gettin money so we don't stop spendin
Lil' shorty knows my background
I was raised out West in a mack's town
I wanna get some money and have fun wit'chu
Lil' shorty what'chu wanna do?

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Let's make it happen!
Smoke one wit'cha potnah mayne
Roll another one
We still blowin
Yeah, we got some real players up in this motherfucker right now
Too $hort representin the real players
Where you at?


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International Player Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : Still Blowin'

[Intro]
(Todd) Whassup?
(Who are all these girls with you?)
These are my ladies
(So which one's your girlfriend?)
They're all mine baby (all of 'em?) Yup!
(Hey sexy!) Whassup?
[girl speaks to Too $hort in non-English language]

[Too $hort]
I love women and they love me
I ain't really trippin on nationalities
Black girls, white girls, mix 'em up
Half-breeds, I can't get enough
In the Bay, where the players play
We keep it international every day
Asian girls are so terrific
What'chu mean $hort? Be mo' specific
Filipino, Japanese
Cambodian, Thai and Vietnamese
Malaysian girls from Singapore
China dolls, I'll name some more
I know Korean chicks, girls from Laos
It's like the United Nations at my house
I got Indian girls from India
They like to make out and get finger fucked

[girl speaks to Too $hort and then says "Okay? Later"]
[another girl speaks in Spanish]

[Too $hort]
You look like you come from Guatemala
El Salvador or Nicaragua
Sounds to me like you're speakin Spanish
You're talkin but I cain't understand it
You ain't no Mexican
I don't care, let's have sex again
Everything I do, I do the best
Got a big booty girl from Budapest
If she ain't fine I say HELL NO
Give me that Rio de Janeiro
Brazilian bodies, tall exotic
I want all the hotties you call erotic
Black girls get mad sometimes
They tell me keep my ass in line
But I know how to pass the time
You can sell that pussy but the cash is mine

[more foreign girls with foreign tongues]

[Too $hort]
Where you from baby, Argentina?
You a movie star? I thought I seen her
Called her Eva, but it didn't work
She was swingin that ass in a mini-skirt
Well let me know what'chu wanna do
You beautiful, look like you from Peru
A good girl or a nasty whore
That's all I'm asking for
She can be Australian, Canadian
Persian, Armenian
Ethiopian, Somalian
Spanish, Italian
She can be Cuban, Puerto Rican
Haitian, or Jamaican
In the Bay where the players play
We keep it international, every day

[girls keep talking until the song's end]


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Porno Bitch Lyrics

Artist : TOO $HORT
Album : Still Blowin'

[Chorus 4X:]
I need a porno bitch (be-beitch) a freaky porno bitch (beitch)

I fucked a lot of strippers
Bring her 'round me motherfucker I'll stick her
I'll fuck your lil' sister
then fly her out of town nigga what I don't miss her
(Beitch!) You ain't hard as me
I fuck hookers, but they don't be chargin me
What about the tramps and sluts?
I fucked a few, but I can't get enough
of them educated, sophisticated
Got a good job and other bitches hate it
You know the kind of woman that's hard to get
Know just what to do with a hard dick
I even like 'em young
I keep 'em up all night I'm just havin fun
But I don't need strippers, rippers or a hoe
Right now I need a pro

[Chorus]

I need a porn star
I got a big-ass dick, and I was born hard
I want some professional head
I'm tired of havin sex in the bed
Let's fuck on the kitchen counter
and make a sex tape, yeah bitch I'm down~!
I'll fuck you like Mr. Marcus
Get butt naked let's get this started
Drop that dress on the floor
Turn the camera on, and press record
I'm 'bout to make you a star
Boost that ass up on a stool at the bar
Are you willing and able
to ride this dick on a pool table?
Cause after that, it's shower sex
Can you handle another hour of this?

[Chorus]

I'm talkin 'bout Tera Patrick
Sunny Leone, now that's a bad bitch
AnnMarie, and Puma Swede
I want all them bitches to do me
I'll take Jesse Jane, get her wet and gushy
Alia Love, she'll eat her pussy
Anne T was my favorite bitch
Vanessa Blue with them big lips
I can't forget, Jenna Haze
I want to bust a nut, in her face
I'm comin, but it might take a while
I gotta do a scene with Shyla Stylez
And after that, it's Nikki Benz
All I wanna do, is stick it in
Girladonna, and Charmane Star
I wanna fuck Monique Alexander
Bitch!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah that's right baby we still smoke big
We still do it big
Too $hort is still in this shit
Album in stores soon
And it don't stop
Beitch!


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Forget About It Lyrics

Artist : ALL TIME LOW
Album : Dirty Work

(One, two, three!)

You are a hand full of roses
Thorns and a cheap bouquet

True, I'm a walking disaster
They told you to stay away

Seems like I'm making
A deal with the devil
Who's whispering softly to me

Are you sure that she's the one?

'Cause I feel
Like a bad joke
Walk the tight rope
To hold on to you

Was it real?
Or a love scene,
From a bad dream
I don't think
I can forget about it

You are a shining example
Of why I don't sleep at all

T-t-too many sheep on the brain
To make sense of a late night call

Talking in circles and
Chasing a tale of
Love-drawn distant memory

Am I sure that she's the one?

'Cause I feel
Like a bad joke
Walk the tight rope
To hold on to you

Gotta know,
Was it real?
Or a love scene,
From a bad dream
I don't think
I can forget about it

(Gotta know,
Was it real?)

You know...
There are some days where I really feel
Like this could work;
Like you and I are finally gonna get it right

Then there are days like today
When you make me
Wanna tear my fucking hair out

'Cause I feel
Like a bad joke
(Like a bad joke)
Walk the tight rope
To hold on to you

Gotta know,
Was it real?
Or a love scene,
From a bad dream
I don't think
I can forget about it

I feel
Just like a bad joke
Woah~

Gotta know,
Was it real?
Waking up from a bad dream
From a bad dream
I don't think
I can forget about it

So just forget about it

So just forget!


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