Hard On The Boulevard Lyrics - Short Dog's In The House - Too $hort

Sunshine, convertable tops 

You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops 

You ride black walls, we ride vogues 

You got a girlfriend, we pimp hoes 

You say I'm fake, I say you're smoking 

I'm just a mack named $hort from oakland 

Just like a tag team wrestling tip 

With a nasty bitch, then the homie switch 

Bitch, ain't getting nothing but a lesson taught 

If your pimping ain't strong, it's not my fault 

Hoes start choosing, wouldn't give 'em a break 

I pull out my old white too $hort tape 

I'm playing "dope fiend beat" and the shit still hits 

Trying to stick my dick all in them lips 

She said "no, I never did it before" 

Well you ain't the bitch I'm looking for 

Cause she's rich and thick and chocolate 

Wouldn't hesitate to lick my dick 

All my parters say "$hort what's up? " 

See me with a bitch with a big-ass butt 

I don't answer, I start laughing 

Nothing going on but the oaktown macking 

Laying it right, all damn night 

Hoes getting sprung like they smoking the pipe 

El dorado, mazeratti 

Nothing but freaks with fine bodies 

I love to roll my mercedes benz 

I'm nothing but a player like all my friends 

So when you call me fake, be for real 

The call me short dog cause I'm hard as hell 

Hope your girlfriend's name ain't linelle 

I screwed her last night in a cheap motel 

Like I told my crew, when the toss up's chill 

Humping like a chevy rolling down foothill 

Get off the pipe fool, stop cracking 

Be like short dog and start macking 

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T double o s-h-o-r-t 

I go solo, can't nobody fuck with me 

I'll just kick back counting my bank 

No cokes smoking, just potent dank 

Funky fresh on the microphone 

When you spin that wax, it's not the same ol' song 

Round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows 

You see me at the clubs catching all the hoes 

I don't drink vodka, I do drink gin 

I like to get a blowjob from your girlfriend 

Cause I'm macking, baby, you know that's right 

I'm from the oaktown, straight eastside 

I got all my game from east oakland streets 

Now motherfuck you damn shit-haired freaks 

I go on and on as I sing my song 

If you're tender and young, I fuck you all night long 

I'm not a no-good punk, I didn't make you flunk 

I didn't tell the whole world your pussy stunk 

I cut you slack in my rap, I could've macked your mother 

But life is too $hort so I kept it undercover 

I'm so damn hard, on the boulevard 

Hoes ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car 

Freak nasty don't trip, to me it ain't shit 

You can suck my dick with some fat hoe lips 

Riding in a caddy with the top let down 

California sunshine, cruising the town 

On the boulevard, maybe drop my top 

If you're feeling hot, don't even stop 

Cause it feels so good, I'm oh so sprung 

They way you work that tongue, it just makes me cum 

I told all my homies, all about 

The way I bust big nuts, in your mouth 

On the boulevard, we're riding oh so real 

Not skyline, I'm talking about foothill 

And when it ended, you know what happened 

I'm so hard I just can't stop macking 

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I know I gotta stop sooner, but I'll stop later 

They call me short dog, I'm nothing but a player 

I know what she's thinking, "i'm falling in love" 

But there's another freak I'm thinking of 

She's got long long hair, she's not like you though 

She'll do whatever I say, she'll even be my hoe 

Cause I don't wanna get married, I'd rather freak mary 

Make good love and I do mean very 

Wherever I go, it's the same old case 

Same damn thing all over the place 

(nothing but bitches) tight-ass jeans to pose in 

I used to ride the strip trying to catch the hoes 

They wasn't choosing, nope not these hoes 

They wanted big time vettes, riding brand new vouges 

So like I said before, I ain't tripping 

Told myself it's time to stop bullshitting 

Did the gangster walk, did it like this 

Walked up to a girl and I called her a bitch 

I said "my name is $hort, I don't play games 

I only play young bitches, now what's your name? " 

She said "i wouldn't tell you in all my life 

You're just a little thug, you're not my type" 

I said "i'm sir too $hort, couldn't be no punk" 

East oaktown is where I'm from 

You see wherever I go, it's the same old case 

Same damn thing all over the place 

(nothing but bitches) mad cause I told the truth 

I'm calling you one and you can call me, too 

Call me too $hort, call me "too thin" 

But you wouldn't get a dime out of this pimp 

So just give it up baby and I'll run right through ya 

Maybe just maybe I'll come back to ya 

Like too clean, I'm riding cadillac 

I hit the strip, turn around, and come right back 

See I'm a big mack, and every bitch in sight 

Says "is that short dog sitting at a red light? "