Too $hort Shittin' on 'em Lyrics

Get Off the Stage Track Listing
  • 1 Get Off the Stage
  • 2 Broke Bitch
  • 3 This My One
  • 4 Shittin' on 'em
  • 5 F.U.C.K.Y.O.U.
  • 6 Gangsters & Strippers
  • 7 Dun Ditty Dum
  • 8 Pull Them Panties Down
  • 9 I Like It
  • 10 It Ain't Over

  • I'm a legend in the game, you can't replace me
    I'm drivin' this car, don't try to race me
    You'll never win, I came straight from the coastline
    I got the most albums and the most rhymes
    I could die and you still won't catch up
    How you gonna step up when you let them little heffers
    dig in your pocket while they suckin' on your left nut
    You a soldier? Nigga I'm a vet, what
    I'm old school with a new style
    Girls hear me rap and act too wild
    But that's how I like 'em, what you wanna do now?
    Get you all alone girl and turn you out
    You want a man that do all he can
    Hold your hand, and take you to the promise land
    But I refuse to help you get there
    (Good luck) I hope you choose on the best player

    Shittin' on 'em
    I'm shittin' on 'em...
    I'm shittin' on 'em beotch!

    She said I'm too old, get fucked it's too late
    She said tell $hort it's a new day
    Bitch I say fuck what you say
    I'm from the Old Bay and the New Bay
    When you make the wrong choice, who you gon' blame?
    I'm all in your ear tellin' you the wrong thing
    But you listen anyway, buyin' the dream
    You know about us pimps, we be lyin' and things
    I don't wanna fight for the bitch Joe
    It's all about the game, and who can spit the most
    I'm never too faded to hustle
    Ball up my fists, and make a muscle
    I stay strapped, I don't wanna tustle
    Fake ass bodyguard nigga wanna wrestle
    Cause you think she's likin' me?
    She's goin' hella stupid on this hyphy beat?
    And now you wanna fight with me?
    Make me mad, and I'ma fuck your wife-to-be
    I'm from the Eastside where the Raiders play
    Where you get your game from? I say the Bay
    You think I'll square up? You can't be hopin'
    I'm hard on a bitch, I was trained in Oakland
    I never turned in my player card
    Ask anybody, they'll say I'm hard
    I'm shittin' on 'em

    I'm shittin' on 'em...
    I'm shittin' on 'em...
    I'm shittin' on 'em...
    I'm shittin' on 'em beotch!

    You so horny, tryin' to find you a bitch mayne
    I'm hustlin', I gotta stay rich mayne
    You friendly, like to buy hoes gifts
    But I'm mean, I hit 'em with the closed fist
    You a sucka, take a bitch on a trip
    I kick back, and send a bitch to go get my stack
    And you'll never do that
    You're weak for a bitch, you better move back
    Why they always use you?
    Cause you pay 'em, that's what they used to
    Man bitches everywhere
    Treat niggaz like you like teddy bears
    You'll get to feel on her and touch her
    You always with her but you still ain't fucked her
    You fell in love with the bitch last summer
    I fucked a few times then dumped her
    You tricks, always tryin' to find you a better hoe
    I told you, never put the pussy on a pedestal
    Them nasty little cum freaks, F 'em
    If they wasn't bout the money I left 'em
    Burn rubber, I'm drivin' fast
    That's my new motto 'cause it's time to smash
    I flew past still givin' it gas
    Made a right turn, swingin' the ass
    I'm shittin' on 'em

    I'm shittin' on 'em...
    I'm shittin' on 'em...
    I'm shittin' on 'em...
    I'm shittin' on 'em beotch!

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