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  • Song Lyrics » T » Too Short » Playboy $hort Lyrics
    Aight, biiiiitch! funky motherfucking fresh
    Some of that '93 old school shit, hoe

    Well i'm too $hort baby, hear what i say
    I never do work but i always play
    Cause the game is life and i play the game
    So you never talk down on a player's name
    When i grab my mic i'm the one man crew
    Talking bout me, wouldn't think about you
    When you heard too $hort came to town
    You never would've thought i'd be looking down
    On who? on you cause i'm so big
    Me and my money is all i dig
    I'm from the dangerous crew, we ain't no punk
    We take 24 tracks, drop the funk on your ass
    Beating like a dope fiend
    Back seat riding in a limosine
    Telling that freak all about me
    The creater of greater, sucker mc's
    Chilling out in the oaktown singing a rap
    No mc could rock like that
    Now i say it like bitches say
    No mc could rock my way
    When i rap it's always great
    Wouldn't care if it was like or on a tape
    It's me, $hort, the one and only
    Spitting that rap to all my homies
    You know about you, you know i'm a star
    When i rap too good i might take it too far
    Had the whole damn crowd going wild
    Cause i don't stop rapping, that's my style
    Too $hort baby from east oakland
    I got more hoes than i can count on my hand
    You got women? well i got more
    You don't know? shit, i'm playboy $hort
    They call me "playboy $hort" known everywhere
    Had a life long dream to be a player
    Way too cold at a younger age
    It was every day, just make that page
    Still playing the same, still young at the game
    Never talk down on a player's name
    Cause i'm big time, paid all my dues
    I'm rich and famous and way too cool
    People can't fuck with the way i'm rhyming
    They say it's too slow but it bought these diamonds
    Too $hort baby is the name i use
    A '93 lexus is what i cruise
    Clean from the start, i thought i was it
    I was cadillac slick in the dust i kick
    But the caddy got parked cause i'm riding new
    Eastside bitch, so i'm siding, fool
    Money everywhere, all over the floor
    At the bank i'm known as "mr. $hort"
    At the house i be chilling, getting some head
    Writing raps all day, even in bed
    And them groupie-ass bitches love this shit
    The funk rap master, made to fit
    Just her, i'm all in them guts
    Homeboy can't fuck so i hooked it up
    But young women like you with your big round butts
    Blind girls driving down the street called "love"
    Chasing that man, who really can't stand
    Seeing your face so now you ran
    And you don't realize what you'll soon see
    The way making love is supposed to be
    With a player known as playboy too
    Rock a mic and a freak and you'll both be through
    Players play women who like to get played
    Bitched like you just trying to get laid
    But i like money, and i get paid
    I do my duty and say "good day"
    I didn't want to make love, i'm not that fast
    What the hell, she's a freak, she even asked
    So let's go to my room, after the show
    Treat me like a pimp, and pay me hoe
    You can suck my dick and i might sing
    Just love too $hort, i'm everything
    So cool, my name is "too"
    Call it how you want but i won't call you
    Ring my phone and you might see
    Ringing my phone just won't get me
    Cause i'm hard to find, and i get mine
    And if i was looking for you, i wouldn't be in line
    I'd be right on time in the right place
    Too $hort baby all in your face
    Talking bout mine and what i want
    Fucking mc's with the dangerous funk
    I'm on my way, to the top
    So much rapping i'll never stop
    And all that fame, you might claim
    Couldn't stand up by my rap name
    You might be good, i don't care
    I've been rapping like this 13 long years
    I got more respect then you'll ever get
    Cause i don't stop rapping and you know that shit
    Sucker mc's with your record deal
    Most tapes out now couldn't be real
    Cause your tracks ain't shit, dreaming bout hits
    But you'll find out too $hort don't quit
    When i grab my mic i'm the one man crew
    Talking bout me, wouldn't think about you
    When you heard too $hort came to town
    You never would've thought i'd be looking down... (fades out)