Dope Fiend Beat Lyrics - Born To Mack - Too $hort

Bitch funky fresh from oakland california... 

Dangerous music and it don't stop to the beat baby... 

Bitches on my mind 

I can't hold back now's the time 

All you loud mouth bitches talk too much 

And you dick teasin' bitches never fuck 

I seen a long hair bitch's workin' instincts 

Her hair ain't really but two inches 

All you bald head hoes in the oakland world 

Runnin' around town with jeri curls 

Nappy head niggas like myself 

Get a bald-head and say: 'go to hell!' 

But you's a snake, you's the one 

You bald-head bitch, you need a perm 

So much game when the homies tough 

I make a bitch go who never sucks 

It really ain't life but i just met her 

Now i'm sayin': 'bitch, suck better!' 

Fuck you, stupid hoe, tell me just what you know 

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I came to the party and turned it up 

You say: 'ouh, he's got a dirty mouth!' 

But, bitch, i kept talkin' shit 

Mothafuck you, damn shit-head bitch 

I wanna blowjob and i'm not kiddin' 

Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin' 

I'm that nigga you'll answer to 

If i say: 'bitch, jump!', that's what you do 

I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin' your mind 

Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time 

With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth 

And you know damn well what i'm talkin' about 

I'm the too $hort, baby, way too cold 

So mothafuck you, bitch, goddamn ass hoe 

The dope fiend beat... 

For all you junkies to just ride... 

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H-e-a-d, i need a doctor just for me 

To suck my dick like a vet 

To give me head until i sweat 

She gotta suck dick 

So i can tell all my homies just what she did 

She sucked and sucked and she's a bitch to the beat 

I'm too $hort, i said my name is too $hort and it don't stop 

I love you bitches for the blowjobs 

I just laugh over and over 

When the bitch drinks sperm like it's soda 

I straight start aimin', would i miss? 

Get back bitch, i wouldn't never kiss 

I say she looks so good and she's so big 

But, man oh man, that bitch can wimp 

If i wanna i could rock her 

But i can't fuck no-head doctor 

Bitches don't know that's too $hort's tip 

You might get geed if you don't suck dick 

But i'm so fresh, i'm so down 

I tell you bitches the other way around 

If you do me first then i do you 

So the game jumps up when the bitch is true 

Soon as i come all in her mouth 

I smooth get dressed and roll out 

I'm too $hort, baby, fresh fresh again 

One mc, one bitch broken 

I tell you, baby, playin' just like that 

I'm the best of the players to the ice cold vet 

And, bitch, you just a bitch 

You work fastfood and you think you rich 

You see, my game don't stop when it's on the one 

I love to see you when you work that thang 

Gettin' real busy at the back of the car 

Rollin' down the skyline boulevard 

I say: 'bitch, what are you smokin'?' 

A big fat dick in the big east oakland 

I see my homie, he needs to quit 

She was walkin' down the street 

With a big fat bitch, maybe i'm wrong 

He might get every two weeks that welfare check 

Oakland, california, is the city of snakes 

Pimps, pussies, players and fakes 

The big oaktown, the city of liars 

Fresh storewires and voltaires 

A strip, bitches, nasty freaks 

My raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats... 

She's a bitch to the dope fiend beat... 

All you junkies just ride... 

Bitches on my mind 

I can't hold back, now it's the time 

To bust a left nut, right nut, in her jaw 

Opened eyes and guess what i saw 

Bitches on my mind 

Grabbed the microphone and then i started to rhyme 

What would life be if it wasn't too $hort 

It be nothin' but rappers from old new york 

But that's not likely and there's no doubt 

Bitches like me cause i'm turnin' it out 

I'm here, there, everywhere 

Sportin' fat gold rope, i'm a mothafuckin' player 

Recognize game when it's on your face 

As you dip to the beat and you feel the bass 

Crook it up loud, would be doin' fine 

Pose like a pimp and check my rhyme 

Some young tender dosen't like this beat 

But a bitch ain't nothin' but a word to me 

I can check her, wreck her, or just get paid 

Cut to the house and freak my maid 

You see, she dosen't speak english but we don't talk 

I call her lucy and she's juicy, makes your eye balls walk 

We never hesitate to make good love 

She clean up my house and then clean me up 

So check it out, you bitches 

I tell you a story of rags to riches 

So check it out, freak nasty 

I know you're fine but you look like lassie 

Bitch, not a long ago i used to hang at the mall 

Top floor, baby, all the freaks i called 

And if they didn't wanna come that ain't shit 

I just drop a few lines and then call her bitch... 

Bitch!