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
A friend of mine he pointed out to me That who I've become Is not the same person that I used to be A friend of mine he pointed out to me That I'm not
Broke, dough, dope, the line is choked Smoked the last dollar to her name Are you buying? Are you selling, girl? Talking square, never change And if
Apartment door Is left ajar An eye in the glass On the parquet floor All the guests Have left and gone But I'm still here On the 2nd floor Aftermath
fill holes dig holes forever gazing at backdoors for once in a life it's coming in inspired by our attraction what we smell bitter sweet pleasure one
Cocktails and parties, watch you take the floor You move like no one I have ever seen, ever seen before A crush would be all right but it?s a bit more