Lyrics:
boy
I smoke plenty grass boy
I'm touching on the ass boy
Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
I'm from the South boy
That's how
Everything theses haters tryna reach I got it
Say they fixing to come and rob me I doubt it
I don’t mix up in no beef I shot him
Know a lot of people mad at me
the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my
hustler
Youngest brotha, snapped I must of
Mother fucka its cus the
World is mine, see my name on the blimp
The inglorious bastard, an uptown pimp
Windows,
of models standin' on stuck
Pocket full of money and stuff
That's the way we do it when you off in the club wit me
$hort and J.E. P-I-M-P
Two of the baddest
Dora milage
Big buns wat a pimp see, spend the weekend or the whole Friday
It's the smoke got a lot of folks, bringin all the smoke we can make it happen
a bishop cup,
And have a toast wit King Boo,
And celebrating the fact that you thick as fuck,
I holla Church cause its pimps in tha party,
Let me sip
the lot the 20 inches
Came wit it
Yea I kept the rims stock
But had to get the thang tented
Fuck wit me tho
Niggas be duckin the onetime
I give you
steppin', mix it with Givenchy (Yeah)
I'ma take Perc' 30's 'til I OD ('Til I OD)
I just copped a million dollars by my lonely (Lonely)
Now I got a lot
motherfuckin tight,
Don't play around wit me baby go'ne pull it out,
You know you wan't to bitch, I got you go'ne put it in yo mouth,
Call one of your
for me
I tried to tell Ashlee that I kinda had a problem
The funny thing about was her grampa my supplier I was always stealing Vicodin
Mix it wit sum
her name was Yvonne
Always talkin' about havin' fun
Once again in the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get
the parks
I'm the type to sit back and analyze the prize
Grip it up and flee the scene wit' a different disguise
Take a detour, I be all that I can be,
pour some of you in a bishop cup,
And have a toast wit King Boo,
And celebrating the fact that you thick as fuck,
I holla Church cause its pimps in
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic
water proof
Bitches gettin wet like they water proof
Ridin in a car and its armor proof
Ridin wit the squad and the amor troops
Never gotta lie cuz we all
getting lifted the white sir smoke alot straight getting splifted
Verse 3
I walked in swinging laughing and singing intoxicated and slightly faded
the Room
on my neck
Back in 64
They were still hanging niggas by the neck
So its only right
2019
I got these lil bunnies on her knees
Giving me neck
Don't spit
be a daddy whose in the mix
And I'm gonna be a husband who stays legit
And I pray that I'm an artist who rises above
the road that is wide and filled
again
Got the flow again, throw it in
Mix it, cook it, gumbo, jumbo
It just don't quit, get them chips
Mac that bitch, keep it on the under
Make 'em
to get a new pot
You mix it a little
I mix it a lot
They calling me bobby
Im calling the shots
Racking up chicken am gobbling
Fuck on a bitch now she
come with me)
to my majesty?(come late with a G)
and lay close with me(its between you and me)
aint folkz with me(he aint folkz wit me)
lets go(take
broke the lock off
I grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot off
And ran on wit it and broke you a whole lot off
I'm gettin' hot and startin'
the toppa
Now 5 years later
We the illest pimp
Poppin' hiphoppaz
Back to the topic
One day I dropped
It slipped my tongue
Twisted vocabulary
Got all of my
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