fool that was Had suddenly found life song Since you appeared So baby, be it resolved From now on No more floundering No more hot spots No scatterbrain From now on
started to rap Now beats I make, make my bank so fat It's Too $hort, on the mic tonight Pennsylvania, can you see the light? From Chicago, to Indiana
You come up short tryin' to doubt the pimp hoe Too Short baby, straight from Oakland Hoe money is my fix and I can't be broken Freak bitches all on my dick We on
time for some excercise i mean sexercise! I aint On Buying you flowers im on getting you in the showers and sexercising you for hours Why use a bench press to work on
sport, to wear biker shorts Or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses of hoochies had Poison airbrushed on they asses Dudes had on Nike suits and
gold but it fail Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind It comes time I take back what was once mine Crunch time in the first quarter, from
her feet Now her hearts right in my hand n its hittin like the beat Cop a condom, park the Lamb now shes workin on the street on the creep Straight to the mansion now
like Whitney,bobby brown,weed,and whisky smoking newports no support by like to too Short I keep it going shootin up force who in the sport wanna fuck with me cum On
you in dog shit, look over you, hork spit Beef on Bobby block, right where his homeys walk Homey we make bodies drop, then skate like Tony Hawk Over short
pop, pop like tarts Extreme speed [Incomprehensible] like anakin inside the pod Headed for the finish line, watch Bobby cross it Hoes with the diamonds on your toes, come on
now, like that bitch on the tube with the tarot cards 'Cuz mushy gushy still goin' for sale on the Boulevard Now I didn't I see, didn't I see you walk on
on a fatal date and showed her things that made heart beats accelerate Annie took a hit breathed two short breaths one for life the last for death Now
inside You wanna keep it on the low, I put my truck on the other side Nigga nigga what'chu mean Gangsta Boo be on that green Looking good up on the scene
I gotta plan in command on your ass bitch This little short young niggas in them caskets You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed up on your ass
f/ Rasheed [Verse 1: SPM] Now we sleep all day and party all night Tommys on my shirt, and nike's on my shoes I'm picking up my homie from the what
you Now where the hell are ya? (Where you at Rock, where you at) I'm really gettin a little heated Please call me right back, now (Where you at Rock
Farmer Jones ran short on seeds so he borrowed from his neigbor Sam The fall brought Jones a flourishin' crop while his neighbor's all burned brown Sam
