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Ain't nuthin like pimpin just let it roll Mother fucking shit god damn asshole Ain't nuthin like pimpin just don't quit Mother fuck you damn shithead
It's been a long time kickin' it and everybody knows this Oak town still in the house, so, I suppose it's Time for some more shit, so, yo, peep the flow
Hell, yeah We got Ant Banks in the house Peewee in the house, Goldie in the house And we damn sure got Short Dawg in the house And I am the forever lastin
Cause these are the tales, the Freaky Tales These are the Tales that I cherrish so well You don't like my dirty rap, you can go to hell Cause Short Dog
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick Hella freaky like I said to a song that hit I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X Run up in the pussy
Sup? Short Dogg back in the house beeyatch And it don't stop to the beat Ain't no thang but a chicken wing We gonna do it like this one more time Straight
Simpty is for them simp ass niggaz Talkin' lot, 'til I spray dumpin' [Incomprehensible] niggaz Whenever talklin' shit, I straight rip 'em And niggaz know
Freddy B Wuz up $hort? Ai, y'know they been waitin' on this ol' school game Let's bring that game back Like game one thru five? Yeah nigga, just like
Yeah, you know, we in the house This the last motherfuckin' song we gon' do on this album, ya'll, so ah Ain't no need in wasting the beat, shit funky
I do it like the best of the greatest, not the worst Like welfare day, can't stop the first of the month Can't stop Short Dawg neither Got a good hoe
Aww hell, nah nigga We ain't doin' no freestyles Don't even know how to do that shit Yeah, whatever Check it out man, check this one out I been rappin
(Bitch) Bitches keep comin' up $hort Fuckin' with Too $hort, Too $hort (Bitch) Too $hort, Too $hort (Bitch) Bitches keep comin' up $hort Fuckin' with
Coctails tore up my family coctails tore down my home One to wake me up every morning one with a buddy at noon One for the road every evening till I found
(brilleaux/sparks/mayo) Like a big ol' jar of worms with skinny legs Can't see no chicken sittin' on a pigeons egg Like a big ol' bag of nails hard
you've seen life through distorted eyes you know you had to learn the execution of your mind you really had to turn the race is run the book is
[Originally by The Flys] Two fingers poking at the world One golden rule, no rules at all Two fingers been poised down on to you You better make
Voor mij een cocktail, Joe Ik moet zoveel vergeten Toe, nog een cocktail, Joe En staar me niet zo aan Wanneer ik mijn verdriet met alcohol kon meten Dan
