Lyrics:
so that shit is old
You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent
Five dollars for a table dance so now your money's spent
You listen to that
corn
Took me from my babies
Before they could be born
You can blame it on the famine
You can blame it on the war
You can blame it on the devil
It
cherries, she can milk a cow
Don't like squares, though daddy taught her how
My boogie woogie, boogie woogie, boogie woogie country girl
Well I mean what I
that T-R-U TO D-O-G was ending?
Listen, homie, you don't even know me
This is just beginnin'
Ten-year veteran
Servin' up the medicine
I rock a mic
(wow)
Lil mama stupid fly (now)
So tell me what you like (wow) (Trap-A-Holics, bitch)
'Cause girls I like to buy (right)
My money stupid fat (right)
and a long lean ride
I got to make it down to Galveston by Saturday night, now
Well I'm a little down under, but I'm feeling O.K.
Got a little lost along
laughed about how good things used to be
This big city ain't good for me
I'll meet you down by the cottonwood tree
I need a John Doe on a John Deere
that's just Puff Daddy (come on)
Keep you on my mind, like I keep me on my shine (uh-huh)
And I feel fine (yeah)
Sex real dimes (say what?)
While I'm
[Trick Daddy]
And the winner is, Trick Diesel
Facemob
My nigga Baby, ha ha
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
[Chorus]
You know me, 'T' double, you
T-R-U to D-O-G was ending?
Listen, homie, you don't even know me
This is just beginnin'
Ten-year veteran
Servin' up the medicine
I rock a mic
You
Nope, you don't want to see me clown
Nope, tomorrow sounds like right now
SLEEPY BROWN:
People have your
party and please don't be late
It's
I just came in here to have some whiskey and beer
And to say howdy to you all
You all know me, this is Hank Williams, Jr. you see
Hat and shade
Lit up like the 4th I'm a happy drunk come to papa big momma 'cause your
Daddy's drunk I want to pump pump it up like the Goodyear blimp
Make you
Like I ain't 5 mill, and what did you do though?
Excuse me? Nigga don't confuse me
I ain't one of you rappers who got a deal
I'm one
of the 80's know that I'm the
Original B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I say with a E
You know me, and my man Big Daddy
I can't forget, Cutmaster Cool V
And my partner, my
you whore (C-O-N, control)
Come to me
Total, C-O-N, control
Total, (parent control) C-O-N, control
We've got the rock 'n roll (C-O-N, control)
don't know about presidents
Keep them dead motherfuckers restin' in my money clip
They know I put it down now they wanna say wassup
When you see me
missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive weighin' one-sixty-five
In a city where the skinny niggas die?
Tell Mama, don't cry
Even when
less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From
in the Bolshoi Ballet
Don't want to work for daddy
In daddy's shop, 0K
I get confused, so confused
I get a pain, I get a pain up here in
Player got some money
You can tell by the clothes
Why they call me Too $hort
No one knows
Cuz when I pull it grows, and it grows, and it grows [Ooh Wee]
I
and some people say I can't
Why you so obsessed with me, just let me paint
Man, I'd be lyin' if I said this shit don't get to me
'Cause not a single one
Hello honey, it's me
What did you think when you heard me back on the radio?
What did the kids say when they knew it was their long lost daddy-o
wad of money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high
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