Hard On The Boulevard

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