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Sunshine, convertable tops |
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You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops |
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You ride black walls, we ride vogues |
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You got a girlfriend, we pimp hoes |
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You say i'm fake, i say you're smoking |
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I'm just a mack named $hort from oakland |
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Just like a tag team wrestling tip |
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With a nasty bitch, then the homie switch |
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Bitch, ain't getting nothing but a lesson taught |
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If your pimping ain't strong, it's not my fault |
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Hoes start choosing, wouldn't give 'em a break |
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I pull out my old white too $hort tape |
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I'm playing "dope fiend beat" and the shit still hits |
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Trying to stick my dick all in them lips |
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She said "no, i never did it before" |
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Well you ain't the bitch i'm looking for |
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Cause she's rich and thick and chocolate |
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Wouldn't hesitate to lick my dick |
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All my parters say "$hort what's up?" |
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See me with a bitch with a big-ass butt |
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I don't answer, i start laughing |
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Nothing going on but the oaktown macking |
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Laying it right, all damn night |
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Hoes getting sprung like they smoking the pipe |
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El dorado, mazeratti |
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Nothing but freaks with fine bodies |
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I love to roll my mercedes benz |
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I'm nothing but a player like all my friends |
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So when you call me fake, be for real |
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The call me short dog cause i'm hard as hell |
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Hope your girlfriend's name ain't linelle |
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I screwed her last night in a cheap motel |
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Like i told my crew, when the toss up's chill |
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Humping like a chevy rolling down foothill |
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Get off the pipe fool, stop cracking |
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Be like short dog and start macking |
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T double o s-h-o-r-t |
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I go solo, can't nobody fuck with me |
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I'll just kick back counting my bank |
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No cokes smoking, just potent dank |
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Funky fresh on the microphone |
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When you spin that wax, it's not the same ol' song |
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Round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows |
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You see me at the clubs catching all the hoes |
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I don't drink vodka, i do drink gin |
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I like to get a blowjob from your girlfriend |
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Cause i'm macking, baby, you know that's right |
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I'm from the oaktown, straight eastside |
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I got all my game from east oakland streets |
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Now motherfuck you damn shit-haired freaks |
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I go on and on as i sing my song |
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If you're tender and young, i fuck you all night long |
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I'm not a no-good punk, i didn't make you flunk |
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I didn't tell the whole world your pussy stunk |
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I cut you slack in my rap, i could've macked your mother |
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But life is too $hort so i kept it undercover |
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I'm so damn hard, on the boulevard |
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Hoes ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car |
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Freak nasty don't trip, to me it ain't shit |
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You can suck my dick with some fat hoe lips |
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Riding in a caddy with the top let down |
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California sunshine, cruising the town |
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On the boulevard, maybe drop my top |
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If you're feeling hot, don't even stop |
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Cause it feels so good, i'm oh so sprung |
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They way you work that tongue, it just makes me cum |
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I told all my homies, all about |
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The way i bust big nuts, in your mouth |
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On the boulevard, we're riding oh so real |
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Not skyline, i'm talking about foothill |
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And when it ended, you know what happened |
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I'm so hard i just can't stop macking |
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I know i gotta stop sooner, but i'll stop later |
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They call me short dog, i'm nothing but a player |
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I know what she's thinking, "i'm falling in love" |
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But there's another freak i'm thinking of |
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She's got long long hair, she's not like you though |
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She'll do whatever i say, she'll even be my hoe |
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Cause i don't wanna get married, i'd rather freak mary |
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Make good love and i do mean very |
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Wherever i go, it's the same old case |
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Same damn thing all over the place |
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(nothing but bitches) tight-ass jeans to pose in |
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I used to ride the strip trying to catch the hoes |
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They wasn't choosing, nope not these hoes |
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They wanted big time vettes, riding brand new vouges |
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So like i said before, i ain't tripping |
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Told myself it's time to stop bullshitting |
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Did the gangster walk, did it like this |
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Walked up to a girl and i called her a bitch |
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I said "my name is $hort, i don't play games |
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I only play young bitches, now what's your name?" |
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She said "i wouldn't tell you in all my life |
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You're just a little thug, you're not my type" |
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I said "i'm sir too $hort, couldn't be no punk" |
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East oaktown is where i'm from |
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You see wherever i go, it's the same old case |
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Same damn thing all over the place |
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(nothing but bitches) mad cause i told the truth |
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I'm calling you one and you can call me, too |
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Call me too $hort, call me "too thin" |
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But you wouldn't get a dime out of this pimp |
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So just give it up baby and i'll run right through ya |
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Maybe just maybe i'll come back to ya |
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Like too clean, i'm riding cadillac |
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I hit the strip, turn around, and come right back |
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See i'm a big mack, and every bitch in sight |
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Says "is that short dog sitting at a red light?" |
