and rap trees And I got my game, I said, "I got my game" From the OGs, smokin' reefer moonshine Poppin' oldies, but the whole plane change Yo you know me, shipped in from
More retro, than nigga before you get thrown back I start taking, snap shots, I ain't talking that Kodak Start cocking the fo's back, start making ya
got a new Too Short tape And he's spitting pimp game with his homeboy, Jay We talk shit 'cause we are the shit Never looked back since we started it
tape I had sixteen hoes, suckin' ten toes Game from the "O", an' any real pimp knows The only love hoes get is what they paid fo' Gimme my scratch, what
I'm goin' to tell you a story in stereo About the pimping game, that you should know But if you don't, it's alright 'Cause I'll be spittin' this game
is $hort I'm tearin' shit up like never before Pimp slaps, makin' snaps Cold cash money and Too $hort raps Oakland, California that's where I'm from
, the kind you don't take home [Incomprehensible] tights and Barbie from the dangerous zone Like a short dogg that carries fleas You make my ass itch, twitch, don't you wish you could scratch
$hort Yeah I'm comin from a fashion show, with a flashy hoe Smokin indo from the Valle-jo Like them 3rd Ward niggaz from the Calliope If you tryin to
a cup of yak I raise up with all the game that I've been holdin' back Take your pumps off bitch, let me check out yo heals We pimps from Houston, Texas
Gardena California Uh she started tuggin an rubbin on the Swoop I'm wastin my drink swervin in my rag 6 duce uh you didn't know I keep it real from
it how you live, always echoed in the streets When we talking business, talking on the phone cease Feds listening to conversations through my own star piecing puzzles together solving homocides ? Dice game
like 'Hello' Hi, come off the roads they're cold That's why I do music, I'm puttin' up shows If not, back to square one that's right Start from scratch
fuck wit cheeks, got a house up on the beach Every week she call me just to beat up the peach 'Til she reach a climax, scratches on my back Hit it from
? Always into somethin', that's my name Only out for money, hey 'cause that's the game People always ask me why I'm out for scratch He who has the most
this Due to you bitch-ass niggaz I'ma maze this rearranged funk and refreak the track The Godfather of Underground Rap is back Banged out the game as
many of us Ladies love us and my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk Ok, let's go Back when
head so hard with it The mark from it'll be so dark that it'll leave a scar so big You'll be able to read a label from the motherfuckin' Sticker that