Pimp The Ho Lyrics - Life Is... Too Short - Too $hort

Pimp the ho 

Pimp that ho 

It's like too $hort raps been around a while 

i rocked to the beat and got my own style 

i'm from the o city, and i said it before 

i was born to mack, call me playboy $hort 

you wanna get freaky? look at the time 

we could do the nasty, but it's almost nine 

my show starts at ten, i gots to go 

like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho 

check it out everybody, if you got two ears 

turn your radio up, short gog is here 

if the bass ain't kickin, pick up the phone 

dial 911, tell em: turn it on 

bumped a cute young tender in a tight red dress 

she had a soft booty, and a real big chest 

she said, "i love you", said it again 

at the motel freaked her and her friends 

like a too $hort rap, and everybody knows 

like the mack said, homie, pimp the hoes 

ain't no need in playin games, none at all 

fakin like a giant when you're just too small 

no need to rush, take your time 

to adjust to the changes in my rhyme 

to you rappers - tonight's your night 

you all jump straight up on your mic 

screamin "i'm the best", but let me see 

i make a lotta money, could that be me? 

he said, "hell no, i'm the king of the rap" 

looked me in my eyes, said, "deal with that" 

i said, "hold on, buddy, don't talk that junk 

you drank two 40s, now you must be drunk" 

he said, "let's battle", i said "go" 

like the mack said, homie, i pimped the ho 

all hail the king, go straight to hell 

if your girlfriend's freakin on a freaky tale 

better play your rap and take mine off 

before the bitch gets wet and you're still soft 

no need to rush, take your time 

to adjust to the changes in my rhyme 

i was on the turf, cold chillin out 

when a sucker mc got hit in the mouth 

tryin to find out if he can hang with me 

the boy got hooked on the dope fiend beat 

i said, "bitch, what are you smokin?" 

it ain't funny, cool, i ain't jokin 

you never shoulda said i was fakin the place 

you wouldn'ta got socked straight in your face 

i'm the coldest mc on a microphone 

now the sucker mc's just leave me alone 

they might suck on yours, but they can't get mine 

like the mack said, homie, pimp all the time 

i'm not talkin bout hookers in mini-skirts 

when you pimp like me, put your mind to work 

it's like 24 hoes, better known as tracks 

when i grab that mic i spit these raps 

i start workin the hoes, and it just don't stop 

it's goin on till the panties drop 

i'm sir too $hort, like i said 

bitch can't lick, don't give me head 

had a fresh young tender, won't say her name 

it's the same old story, ran the same old game 

she can blow more head than a well blows water 

the girl won't stop when she get started 

like the freak you married, i had to get with her 

ain't no doubt, short dog would get her 

i'm a cold player, i can't lie 

they call me playboy $hort, and i told you why 

i'm a mack, so get back 

i put my tape in the deck in my cadillac 

and as my ride goes on definitely 

i speak each word loud as can be 

i'm the t-double o, and like i said 

if your girlfriend's freakin, i accept all head 

scream out the combination, and i open the lock 

plug in the mic jack, and then rock that cock 

back to back like the oakland raiders 

in and out like your crossfaders 

makin people dance all over the floor 

lovin that rapper named sir too $hort 

you got my bank, little girl, no time to act silly 

i'm dynamite, baby, and my name ain't willy 

cold as hell, hard to stop 

i spit these raps and rock yo block 

hit the city talkin bout, it's goin on 

and the next thing you know, the whole nation's gone 

it's too $hort on the mic 

and i'm spittin mo' raps than any rapper you like 

so all you suckers-worth rappers, you hate my beat 

all i gotta say is, don't fuck with me 

my game is tight, my bank is made 

you can hate big $hort, but i still get paid 

you say, "i can't", i say you can 

show respect, little boy, when you deal with a man 

i saw you laughin when you came in the place 

punk, i start laughin when i spit in your face 

see i know how i feel, i should be shut at dawn 

but i'm a true mc, i keep rockin on 

i won't say i'm best, won't declare i'm bad 

i'm just a rappin muthafucka with a hard-ass rap 

too $hort cold comin up 

say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out your butt 

be a man if you can, cause it might get worse 

you be walkin round town with a wig and a purse 

no tellin what's next, i don't know 

like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho 

(i'll be good to you 

you'll be good to me 

anything you want 

or anything you need 

i got my eye on you 

and i'm into you 

i'll give you all my dough 

you just pimp that ho) 

I'm never draggin when i'm rhymin, cause i make a lotta money 

i jump in my car, drop it if it's sunny 

doggin the freaks, and all that shit 

long haired hoes with real big tits 

i'm a eastside player oh yes, i am 

grab the microphone and start makin grands 

i take a freak to her room, not a hotel trick 

i cold chill out at the motel six 

i'm ridin in the car, and i can't be found 

i'm the hardest muthafucka rappin from this town 

my name is sir too $hort, and if you say 'so what?' 

i look you in your eye, and wouldn't give a fuck 

i live a california lifestyle, ain't no trip 

8 years on the mike, and ain't faked it yet 

so when you see me on stage, i won't blow you a kiss 

i put my finger in the air and tell you just like this 

say bitch 

Pimp the ho 

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