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b*tch, funky fresh from Oakland, California...
Dangerous Music and it don't stop to the beat, baby...
girls on my mind
I can't hold back, now's the time
All you loud-mouth girls talk too much
And you d*ck teasin' girls never fk
I seen long-hair girls, workin in stitches
Her hair ain't really but two inches
All you bald-head hoes in the Oakland world
Runnin' around town with jheri curls
Nappy head like myself
Get a bald-head and say: 'Go to hell!'
But you's a snake, you's the one
You bald-head b*tch, you need a perm
So much game when the homies tough
I make a b*tch go who never sucks
It really ain't life but I just met her
Now I'm sayin': 'b*tch, suck better!'
fk you, stupid hoe, tell me just what you know
I came to the party and turned it up
You say: 'Ouh, he's got a dirty mouth!'
But, b*tch, I kept talkin' s**t
Mothafk you, d*mn s**t-head b*tch
I wanna bj and I'm not kiddin'
Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin'
I'm that nigg* you'll answer to
If I say: 'b*tch, jump!', that's what you do
I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin' your mind
Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time
With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth
And you know d*mn well what I'm talkin' about
I'm the Too USDhort, baby, way too cold
So mothafk you, b*tch, godd*mn as* hoe
The dope fiend beat...
For all you junkies to just ride...
H-E-A-D, I need a doctor just for me
To suck my d*ck like a vet
To give me head until I sweat
She gotta suck d*ck
So I can tell all my homies just what she did
She sucked and sucked and she's a b*tch to the beat
I'm Too USDhort, I said my name is Too USDhort and it don't stop
I love you girls for the bjs
I just laugh over and over
When the b*tch drinks sperm like it's soda
I straight start aimin', would I miss?
Get back b*tch, I wouldn't never kiss
I say she looks so good and she's so big
But, man oh man, that b*tch can wimp
If I wanna I could rock her
But I can't fk no-head doctor
girls don't know that's Too USDhort's tip
You might get geed if you don't suck d*ck
But I'm so fresh, I'm so down
I tell you girls the other way around
If you do me first then I do you
So the game jumps up when the b*tch is true
Soon as I come all in her mouth
I smooth get dressed and roll out
I'm Too USDhort, baby, fresh fresh again
One MC, one b*tch broken
I tell you, baby, playin' just like that
I'm the best of the players to the ice cold vet
And, b*tch, you just a b*tch
You work fastfood and you think you rich
You see, my game don't stop when it's on the one
I love to see you when you work that thang
Gettin' real busy at the back of the car
Rollin' down the Skyline Boulevard
I say: 'b*tch, what are you smokin'?'
A big fat d*ck in the big East Oakland
I see my homie, he needs to quit
She was walkin' down the street
With a big fat b*tch, maybe I'm wrong
He might get every two weeks that welfare check
Oakland, California, is the city of snakes
Pimps, p*ssies, players and fakes
The big Oaktown, the city of liars
Fresh storewires and voltaires
A strip, girls, nasty freaks
My raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats...
She's a b*tch to the dope fiend beat...
All you junkies just ride...
girls on my mind
I can't hold back, now it's the time
To bust a left nut, right nut, in her jaw
Opened eyes and guess what I saw
girls on my mind
Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme
What would life be if it wasn't Too USDhort
It be nothin' but rappers from old New York
But that's not likely and there's no doubt
girls like me cause I'm turnin' it out
I'm here, there, everywhere
Sportin' fat gold rope, I'm a mothafkin' player
Recognize game when it's on your face
As you dip to the beat and you feel the bass
Crook it up loud, would be doin' fine
Pose like a pimp and check my rhyme
Some young tender dosen't like this beat
But a b*tch ain't nothin' but a word to me
I can check her, wreck her, or just get paid
Cut to the house and freak my maid
You see, she dosen't speak english but we don't talk
I call her Lucy and she's juicy, makes your eye balls walk
We never hesitate to make good love
She clean up my house and then clean me up
So check it out, you girls
I tell you a story of rags to riches
So check it out, freak nasty
I know you're fine but you look like Lassie
b*tch, not a long ago I used to hang at the mall
Top floor, baby, all the freaks I called
And if they didn't wanna come that ain't s**t
I just drop a few lines and then call her b*tch...
b*tch!
