Too $hort Punk Bitch Lyrics

Short Dog’s in the House Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 $hort Dog’s in the House
  • 2 It’s Your Life
  • 3 The Ghetto
  • 4 Short but Funky
  • 5 In the Oaktown
  • 6 Dead or Alive
  • 7 Punk Bitch
  • 8 Ain’t Nothin’ but a Word to Me
  • 9 Hard on the Boulevard
  • 10 Pimpology
  • 11 Paula & Janet
  • 12 Rap Like Me
  • 13 The Ghetto (reprise)
  • Write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-*** hoes
    Fake punk-*** *****es
    Do you know what i mean?
    ****in'em up like this, man...
    $hort Dog's in the house, *****!

    She's a punk-*** *****, hoe, tramp and a slut
    Took her to the hotel just to ****
    Last night she licked all on my balls
    ***** got wet like Niagara-falls
    Dropped my drawls and ***** said: "****!"
    Skinny ************ with a fat-*** ****
    It's like a T-P-treatment, thangs so foul
    From the tip of my head to the crack of my ***
    She got busy so I called to the crew
    You *****es know what to do
    Hoes try to front like they ain't no tramps
    Try to get that ***** and she say you can't
    Me and my partners we got that game
    Check a square-*** ***** and make her throw that thang
    You wine and dine that nasty freak
    Dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek
    You never even know how she ran in the home
    Jumped on the phone and started to burnin' me out
    She kept beepin' so I made the call
    ***** on the phone jackin' off
    Sounded like she was havin' fun
    Playin' with her pearl thang
    I said: "*****, I'm on my way!"
    I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
    She had on polkadots with miniskirt
    Jumped in the car straight went to work
    I must to bust two nuts back to bay
    Never seen a ***** work head like that
    She had me jumpin' out of my seat
    Workin' her jaws to the beat
    She was a good **** sucker, I can't lie
    Sucked so good I thought I'd die
    ***** blew me up and blew me down
    All the way back to the Oakland-town
    Baby started to singin', "I love you!"
    Tellin' me things she wanted to do
    If I needed some money come to her
    Everythin' I want is everythin' I'm worth
    And you know what I said? I told the *****
    I said: "*****, I'm rich!"

    **** these hoes, man,
    I ain't trippin', I'm like hell
    Long-hair suckers

    I know you're fine, *****
    But you got no cash you need to get a job
    But your lazy-*** try to juice me up
    I ain't no punk
    I put you in the rap with some serious funk
    I wouldn't buy you a car, no diamonds and ****
    All the time talkin' about your fake-*** gifts
    George bought you a ring, John bought you a chain
    *****, I'm buyin' you an ounce of this game
    You better take it and shut the **** up
    Stop runnin' your mouth like a sucka
    Cause you's a punk *****
    Everythin' you say and everythin' you do
    Makes you a punk *****, no good, no doubt
    All I gotta do is stick a **** in your mouth
    want to give up the *****, *****, I had it
    You're too slim, I like your mama's ***
    Pops came home, came up to show
    Family in the backroom, I'm ****in'em both
    Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
    You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
    I creep by one room in to the next
    Nothin' goin' on but some serious sex
    Some of these hoes might think I'm played
    Bald-head ***** need some new brains
    Cause that nappy-hair don't even hit
    What's cookin' in the kitchen
    On the back of your neck
    Like you burned the rise and want to front on me
    You could never **** with $hort, baby
    I'm from the O-A-K-L-A-N-D
    I slap you in the face with reality
    These punk-*** hoes out there is sick
    Happy walkin' around with a trippy ****
    So beautiful fine young thang
    To get that cog was just like a dream
    But now three days later ask cool Moe
    You feel burnin' sensation down below
    You're a true blue victim of a punk-*** *****
    Thought she was a square and she gave you the ****
    So for all you hoes that live like that
    All the homies in the house say: "punk-*** *****!"

    Written by: Alfred Eaton, Todd Shaw
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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