It's Alright Lyrics - Too $hort

I love things about you 

(It's alright) 

You got it going on 

I'm not in love and this is not a love song 

But you've been down for so long 

You should never be wrong 

I know it's all my fault, my mind been gone 

I'm always on the chase, lipstick on my face when I get home 

You gotta get on my case 'cause I've been fuckin' up 

Coming home smelling like her, I can't fuck it up 

Call your mama, tell her how it hurts 

Tell her I'm a dog but don't say that's all 

I came in first place at the players' ball 

And now I got my skill on my new grill on 

Put you through some shit, girl 

But I know you're real strong 

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You say I never find a real one like you 

But I never take the time to feel like you 

I put the game down, the way it's suppose to be 

Don't be a punk ass bitch, just get open with me 

'Cause I'm a real player 

Ayo Pimp C, I don't think they feel us 

There's a very thin line between love and hate 

And there's a very thin line between a fuck and a date 

Girl, you know when I was hollering at you I want to hit 

I ain't got time to get caught up over a girl and lose my grip 

I'm screaming, "Steady pimp", you steady trying a change me 

Running that game your mama taught you 

Bitch that shit don't faze me 

Say bitch, I'm Pimp C, I shall be seen again 

But all that shit your cousin told you has gone in the wind 

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Just 'cause I pimp my pen, you think you moving in 

Like I'ma trick, I'ma let you have half of everything I spend 

You talking week rent, I'm trying to whip a Benz 

Flipping the club with pimps like Too $hort, baby lady friends 

Talking 'bout your sister saw me with a brand new bitch at the club 

Coming at me with high school shit, bitch, you must be in love 

Space Age, new faze, I done paid the price 

Hoping you ain't 'bout to rip my stable, she said I'm shift 

But bitch that's alright 

You can keep your funky ass pussy 

You know what I'm saying? Straight up 

What's up $hort? Shit go back to Pimpology man 

These hoe know it's alright though 

And if they don't Bun will let them know 

Baby, you're hangin' on a rope, it's getting crucial like dope 

I can't cope, I guess the situation has lost all hope 

'Cause you've obviously flipped your lid but what's done is did 

I'm putting you up for sale for the highest bid 

Or an ass from kid shit, you got me twisted 

Little Bun won't be another statistic 

This love affair went ballistic 

Puttin' them messy ass hoes up in my mix like Bisquick 

And thinkin' you gonna leave Big Bun juiced like mystic 

Nigga believe me, shit's thick, love's lost 

Nothing's gained but confusion about the pain 

You losing about the same, you can't tame a wild animal 

Feeding lettuce to a cannibal, make a grown man wear Garanibals 

And I can't handle bullshit that's unnecessary 

You can't handle being with a G, I guess it's scary 

It's the very thing that put us together separated us 

Player hated us, and things will never be the way it was 

I hate to say it 'cause, but find another shoulder to cry on 

Stop gettin' your lie on, baby, it's alright 

I wanna dedicate this song to my bitch 

Quit tripping and bring your ass home, baby, I love you 

All 'long as you got my money 

You know what I'm saying? 

It's 199 reits, know what I'm sayin'? Straight up pimpin' 

You know what I'm talking about? 

I'm trying to see some papers, some dead ones 

Some real shit going on, you know what I'm saying? 

This is Big Bun and I'm out with my nigga 

$hort and my nigga Pimp C 

You know how players is with bitches on your dick 

Pimping ain't dead, they just scared 

You know what I'm talking about? What's up $hort? 

Ain't no love, bitch 

(Ha, ha, ha, ha) 

Beeotch, tell them motherfuckers at Jive to quit trippin'