Too $hort Pimp the Ho Lyrics

Life Is… Too $hort Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Life Is… Too $hort
  • 2 Rhymes
  • 3 I Ain’t Trippin’
  • 4 Nobody Does It Better
  • 5 Oakland
  • 6 Don’t Fight the Feelin’
  • 7 CussWords
  • 8 City of Dope
  • 9 Pimp the Ho
  • 10 Outro
  • 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 want to get freaky? Look at the time
    We could do the nasty, but it's almost nine
    My show starts at ten, I got's 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 ***** 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, "*****, 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
    ***** 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 ****
    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 **** 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' ************ with a hard-*** 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 ****
    Long haired hoes with real big ****
    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 ************ 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 ****
    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 *****

    Pimp the ho

    Written by: Todd Shaw, Too Short
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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