Too $hort feat. Ant Banks All My Bitches Are Gone Lyrics

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I used to have a lot of *****es
Straight down for me
Doin' anything I said, even hoe on the street
But I'm a dog and I dog my broads
Guerrilla pimpin', drivin' four door cars
Ain't got no kids but them *****es love daddy
They had to share me or them *****es couldn't have me
Cause I'm a Mack with a capital M
Call me $hort Dog baby, put the P in the Pimp
I keep my foot in your *** and wouldn't give a ****
Get out her pocket, ***** you gettin' beat up
You see me hangin' with them *****s like jock
And every single five mile, *****es gettin' popped
Well now I got a rep and they say I'm wrong
I beat my broad *** and she moved back home
Came in one night, I was buzzin'
***** tried to front me for ****in' her cousin
She started yellin', man, the ***** got raw
I took one step back and went straight to her jaw
I gives a **** that the ***** left
Cause all she ever got was some good ****
And it really ain't **** to find another *****
Cause I'm a cool ************ and I'm hella rich
(Yeah) Ant Banks in the house and you know he knows
Grab the mic *****, **** these hoes

Yeah, I'm thinkin' back 'fore a ***** just came up
Playin' games with the *****es
Thought a ***** might change but
I was tight thinkin' everything's all right
Doin' the same **** to a different ***** every night
Just dickin'em down like a gigolo
So you gotta peep game from a ***** though
I'm too young to get sprung so don't trip, tell 'em
(Ain't no love, *****)
So let's speak about a freak named Connie
****ed the ***** tough, backstage at the Omni
I can't forget Constance, the ***** is so dumb
Quick to lick my nuts, suck my ****, and just hum
And these are just some hoes
That a ***** like tossed up, kinda crossed up
Turned out and lost but I ain't trippin'
They all got tramped
Used and abused till they all just vamped
And left a ***** stuck with no kind of get back
Now I even get shook by the hoodrats
Cause they know what the **** they gon' get
Took for they cash and a mouth full of ****, huh
And I hate I gotta be that way
Goin' vicious on these *****es
Just made 'em all leave today
But I know it won't last long
They sayin' **** Ant Banks
Now all my *****es is gone

All my *****es are gone, them *****es bounced
I had a gang of 'em, now they can't be found
They ain't ****in' with $hort Dog
Cause I'm from Oakland
You **** with us *****, somethin' gettin' broken
Your leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a part
Oakland ************s'll break your heart
Until you recognize game in your face
You's a punk *** *****, ain't never been no place
I can't hold back, now's the time
To leave your stank fake broke *** *****es behind
And move on like a player
I'm knockin' ghetto hoes and even squares
Secretaries, nurses, and police women
I'm flyin' first class, *****, ****in' flight attendants
$hort Dog ain't nothin' but a dog, biatch
(Ain't nothin' new *****, come again)
All my *****es are gone, them *****es cut
But I really don't give a ****
I always knew I didn't need that hoe
I got the game from the **********in' E-S-O
And you can tell when I hit the place
All them star-struck *****es jump in my face
And get shot to the curb like I'm the mob
Unless they givin' *****s blow jobs

Yeah, and when a ***** want to flirt
I put in work, treat 'em all like dirt
And watch them get they feelin's hurt
Cause I'm a mack, hoe, listen to this rap, hoe
And you will know not to **** around
You'll get slapped, hoe
For tryin' to **** up the Ant Banks program
Steady saltin' with your stanky *** toe jams
You're mad cause I wouldn't spend no time
I'm with the homies, makin' cash
Pullin' *****es and writin' rhymes
I'm just doin' what I got to do
I'm not ****in' with you
Because your funky *** **** is through
So now I gotta get some new hoes
Some old school *****es
That's still ridin' trues and vogues
I want a freak with the gangsta look
That Ant Banks can hook
And the ***** better know how to cook
Cause I'm a ***** that'll eat some **** up
Macaroni, steak, collard greens, or whatever the ****
Yeah $hort, you know how we do 'em
Treat *****es like red lights and run right through 'em
I got my mack on strong and my **** on long
So **** it, all my *****es can stay gone

Mine too
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, biatch
$hort Dog in the **********in' house
Nah *****, you in this ************
Bringin' this **** for nine-tre and nine-four
You know what I'm sayin'?
Get in where you fit in, hoes
Before you need a check up from the neck up
Peace out
**** these *****es, man
**** these *****es, $hort,
Let's get out of here, man

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