It's Alright

Too Short:
I love things about you (it's alright) you got it going on
I'm not in love and this is not a love song, but you've been down for so long
You should never be wrong, I know it's all my fault
My mind been gone, I'm always on the chase
Lipstick on my face, when I get home
You gotta get on my case, cause I've been fkin' up
Coming home smelling like her, I can't fk it up
Call your mama tell her how it hurts, tell her
I'm a dog, but don't say that's all
I came in first place at the players ball, and now I got my skrill on
My new grill on, put you through some s**t girl
But I know you're real strong, you say I never find a real one like you
But I never take the time to feel like you, I put the game down
The way it's suppose to be, don't be a punk as* b*tch, just get open with me

Too Short talking:
Cause I'm a real player. A-yo Pimp C I don't think they feel us.

Pimp C:
There's a very thin line between love and hate
And there's a very thin line between a fk and a date
Girl you know when I was hollering at you
I want to hit, I ain't got time to get caught up over a girl and lose my grip
I'm screaming "Steady pimp" you steady trying a change me
Running that game your mama taught you, b*tch that s**t don't faze me
Say b*tch I'm Pimp C, I shall be seen again
But all that s**t your cousin toldyou has gone in the wind
Just cause I pimp my pen, you think you moving in
Like I'm a trick I'm a let you have half of everything I spend
You talking week rent, I'm trying to whip a Benz
Flipping the club with pimps like Too Short, baby lady friends
Talking bout your sister saw me with a brand new b*tch at the club
Coming at me wiht high school s**t, b*tch you must be in love
Space Age, new faze, I done payed the price
Hoping you ain't bout to rip my stable, she said I'm shift
But b*tch that's alright

Pimp C talking:
You can keep your funky as* p*ssy, you know what I'm saying? Straight up.
What's up Short?

Too Short:
s**t go back to pimpology man. These hoe know it's alright though and if
they don't Bun will let them know.

Bun B:
Baby you're hangin' on a rope, it's getting crucial like dope
I can't cope, I guess the situation has lost all hope
Cause you've obviously flipped your lid, but what's done is did
I'm putting youup for sale for the highest bid
Or an as* from kid s**t, you got me twist-ed
Little Bun won't be another statist-ic, this love affair went ballist-ic
Puttin' them messy as* hoes up in my mix like Bisquick
And thinkin' you gonna leave Big Bun juiced like mystic
nigg* believe me s**t's thick, loves lost
nothing's gained but confusion about the pain
You losing about the same, you can't tame, a wild animal
Feeding lettece to a cannibal, make a grown man wear goranibals
And I can't handle, bulls**t that's unnessessary
You can't handle being with a G, I guess it's scary
It's the very thing that put us together seperated us
Player hated us, and things will never be the way it was
I hate to say it cause, but find another shoulder to cry on
Stop gettin' your lie on, baby it's alright

Too Short talking:
I wanna dedicate this song to my b*tch, quit tripping and bring your ass
home, baby I love you, al long as you got my money

Pimp C talking:
You know what I'm saying? It's 199 reits, know what I'm sayin', straight up
pimpin', you know what I'm talking about, I'm trying to see some papers,
some dead ones.

Bun B talking:
Some real s**t going on, you know what I'm saying? This is Big Bun and I'm
out with my nigg* Short and my nigg* Pimp C. You know how players is with
girls on your d*ck.

Pimp C talking:
Pimping ain't dead, they just scared you know what I'm talking about?
What's up Short?

Too Short:
Ain't no love b*tch (ha ha ha ha) Beeotch. Tell them motherfkers at Jive
to quit trippin'.