Lyrics:
what I'm talkin' about
I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold
So mothafuck you, bitch, goddamn ass hoe
The dope fiend beat...
For all you junkies
what I'm talkin' about
I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold
So motherfuck you, bitch, goddamn asshole
The dope fiend beat
For all you junkies
In time my brother, In time
Everybody thinks Q-Tip is odd
'Cause holy, holy Q-Tip speaks of God
The changes of time arranges a rhyme
Rhymers (?)
up (oh), po' up, po' up (oh-whoa)
You mr. Nasty, I'll clean it up (that was nasty)
I wanna go where nobody's been
(Wanna go where you've been,
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
wit cha jewelz
Fuck Everything you say
Wit cha rulez
All that shit is fake
Keep ya cool (uh)
I’ll be back today
For round two (ooo)
Tip toe
Real low
damn well what I'm talkin' about
I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold
So mothafuck you, bitch, goddamn ass hoe
The dope fiend beat...
For all you
I've been feeling anxious
I been really taking my time
Got me wanting lame shit
Calling you my valentine
Cause it's all for you
(It's for you)
(It's
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
cream, ice cream paint job
Whoa!
Clean on the outside, cream on the inside, ice cream paint job (paint job)
Got screens on the dash, watchin' Saved By
by the wall!
You got lots have Potential!
You decide to choose a
Wrong judgement to live a life
Wearing orange stripes like beehives?
Come on man!
You
the tone of beats and poems
Polo's headphones becomes a skull and crossbones
Pull out your Q tips clean out the earwax
If you're still hard of hearing,
do it for the coca
She hmu
Said she needed to score
If its good like the last
Bring a 3 and a 4
Cmon pull up
We can meet at the store
The one by
I'm clean in this bitch
I'm clean in this bitch
I'm clean in this bitch
Grand Hustle team with kings we getting rich
I'm Prada-ed down Polo-ed up
hurt
Out one ear don't dare insert
Q tips from the minds of herbs
Who fake their flirt
They just some perps
You think they're loyal but watch they will
Bitch this this my and y'all just some tourist
That is so foreign I am not for it
Niggas got me twisted like a contortion
High as a kite man I swear
Bitch this this my and y'all just some tourist
That is so foreign I am not for it
Niggas got me twisted like a contortion
High as a kite man I swear
Simply out of this world by choice
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
I focus on the void and I fill it
Hopin' the depressed ain't give
don't fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion
On the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps
We up in this space
Nasty like broccoli
I'm making moves: Monopoly. Speakin' the truth properly
I'm at the tippity tip of the top. Nobody toppin' me
Yvie so oddly. Odd
lowkey from the dope boy
Shut shit down at the show boy
Know both sides like a note boy
Been Aggie from the jump off
Still been a myth since Tip Off
Still
Yo yo brand new KRS why'all Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx..
We hit em and get em we stick em
wife's like vg
I can call any of guys my for ride by
Albis and I lied saying I was grindin' north
You man dont know about boxes
Man dont know for da
on?
I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
With the flick of my tongue
I can make that pussy cum
Come on, put it right on the tip of my tongue
Right
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