Too Short Dope Fiend Beat Lyrics

b____, funky fresh from Oakland, California...
Dangerous Music and it don't stop to the beat, baby...

b____es on my mind
I can't hold back, now's the time
All you loud-mouth b____es talk too much
And you d___ teasin' b____es never f___
I seen long-hair b____es, workin in stitches
Her hair ain't really but two inches
All you bald-head hoes in the Oakland world
Runnin' around town with jheri curls
Nappy head n____s like myself
Get a bald-head and say: 'Go to hell!'
But you's a snake, you's the one
You bald-head b____, you need a perm
So much game when the homies tough
I make a b____ go who never sucks
It really ain't life but I just met her
Now I'm sayin': 'b____, suck better!'
f___ you, stupid hoe, tell me just what you know
I came to the party and turned it up
You say: 'Ouh, he's got a dirty mouth!'
But, b____, I kept talkin' s___
m________ you, d___ s___-head b____
I wanna b______ and I'm not kiddin'
Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin'
I'm that n____ you'll answer to
If I say: 'b____, jump!', that's what you do
I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin' your mind
Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time
With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth
And you know d___ well what I'm talkin' about
I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold
So m________ you, b____, g______ a__ hoe

The dope fiend beat...
For all you junkies to just ride...

H-E-A-D, I need a doctor just for me
To suck my d___ like a vet
To give me head until I sweat
She gotta suck d___
So I can tell all my homies just what she did
She sucked and sucked and she's a b____ to the beat
I'm Too $hort, I said my name is Too $hort and it don't stop
I love you b____es for the b______s
I just laugh over and over
When the b____ drinks sperm like it's soda
I straight start aimin', would I miss?
Get back b____, I wouldn't never kiss
I say she looks so good and she's so big
But, man oh man, that b____ can wimp
If I wanna I could rock her
But I can't f___ no-head doctor
b____es don't know that's Too $hort's tip
You might get geed if you don't suck d___
But I'm so fresh, I'm so down
I tell you b____es the other way around
If you do me first then I do you
So the game jumps up when the b____ is true
Soon as I come all in her mouth
I smooth get dressed and roll out
I'm Too $hort, baby, fresh fresh again
One MC, one b____ broken
I tell you, baby, playin' just like that
I'm the best of the players to the ice cold vet
And, b____, you just a b____
You work fastfood and you think you rich
You see, my game don't stop when it's on the one
I love to see you when you work that thang
Gettin' real busy at the back of the car
Rollin' down the Skyline Boulevard
I say: 'b____, what are you smokin'?'
A big fat d___ in the big East Oakland
I see my homie, he needs to quit
She was walkin' down the street
With a big fat b____, maybe I'm wrong
He might get every two weeks that welfare check
Oakland, California, is the city of snakes
Pimps, p____es, players and fakes
The big Oaktown, the city of liars
Fresh storewires and voltaires
A strip, b____es, nasty freaks
My raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats...

She's a b____ to the dope fiend beat...
All you junkies just ride...

b____es on my mind
I can't hold back, now it's the time
To bust a left nut, right nut, in her jaw
Opened eyes and guess what I saw
b____es on my mind
Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme
What would life be if it wasn't Too $hort
It be nothin' but rappers from old New York
But that's not likely and there's no doubt
b____es like me cause I'm turnin' it out
I'm here, there, everywhere
Sportin' fat gold rope, I'm a m________in' player
Recognize game when it's on your face
As you dip to the beat and you feel the bass
Crook it up loud, would be doin' fine
Pose like a pimp and check my rhyme
Some young tender dosen't like this beat
But a b____ ain't nothin' but a word to me
I can check her, wreck her, or just get paid
Cut to the house and freak my maid
You see, she dosen't speak english but we don't talk
I call her Lucy and she's juicy, makes your eye b____ walk
We never hesitate to make good love
She clean up my house and then clean me up
So check it out, you b____es
I tell you a story of rags to riches
So check it out, freak nasty
I know you're fine but you look like Lassie
b____, not a long ago I used to hang at the mall
Top floor, baby, all the freaks I called
And if they didn't wanna come that ain't s___
I just drop a few lines and then call her b____...
b____!