Its a mack attack, coming from way back My name is Too hort baby, I dont play that jack Im from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you its true Everything they say about Playboy Too Im hort Dog, aint nothing nice I drink gjuice and wouldnt cut it with ice From the Eastside baby, Oakland town Cant understand why Im so down? Im not a whitewall, Im a Vogue Like a Zenith wire wheel I roll Got a fresh new beat, made you get freaky It was everything you wanted cause I cant be weak Yeah baby thats it, do the split Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my DJ fresh on wax Put it on the turntable, I got taps It started burning up, wires smoking Had to be the sound coming straight from Oakland hort Dog, its a mack attack My name is Too hort baby, I dont play that jack One young tender lost all hope Slapped her in the face with my donkey rope Another young sucker tried to front my staff Saw it on his face when they broke him in half It was the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you its true Everything they say about Playboy Too When I say my rhymes, Im never fake When you start my beat, thats when I break On you, and it dont stop, and it dont stop, and it wont stop Cause Im Too hort baby on the microphone and Im macking Hit it Im not a wannabe pimp, I never simp Since I started walking I had this limp It was a cool type walk, just like me The Too SHORT I might be young, but I spit this game I start it with P, and it ends the same If your brain is lame, remember the name When its Too hort baby, aint nothing plain Dangerous Music on the microphone Makes you wanna break your hip bone Might break your leg, or maybe your back Grooving to hard to my mack attack Its really not easy, you know its hard Sort of just like my gangster car You know what I mean, Vern? Its like funny I mack legit and make all the money See my capital T on my diamond ring We hook up the beat and love to swing So while youre out there grooving back and forth I want you to scream out Sir Too hort Sir Too hort! Dont stop that rap Dont stop that rap! And its just like that Get busy girls, while I rap I make big money, that aint no crap When I grab that mic, and spit my rhyme I gotta have an 8 or 909 BEAT So I can rock you all night long, SHES On my tip, she love my song, HE Tried to do it but did it wrong, FREAKS Want to get my all alone But Im macking Hit it I finally got a chance to grab my pen And make another rhyme so I can make more ends Its a rush production, not the beat I rushed it out the studio and hit the streets Now Im rocking one more time Young girls love my Too hort rhyme But that big fat girl better let that go Before I point right at her say, Ho! Im riding droptop Caddy, I dont dip fake I step on the gas then I hit the brake Do it again as I catch the beat Youre feeling that bass all down the street Jumped out the car on 90 I was wearing all white Capezio Had my 501s, five donkey ropes Couldnt be saved by John the Pope The MAC and K, from Oakland, CalifornIA Im Too hort baby, no I dont play Im macking Freak nasty, I like your dance You know it looks good in those pants So damn good, I had to glance Now Im macking See this gold? I bought it all Now every night you young freaks call You see my car? Its my best friend So if you touch, youll meet your end Time will tell, just keep it cool Dont play that game, dont be no fool Ill burn rubber all down your block You know what I want so keep the door unlocked Im coming in baby, dont waste no time Its a mack attack, and now youre mine Dangerous Music is what it seems The reason this floor just met those jeans I was running the game all in your ear Youre talking bout love to a stone cold player Girl look good, wanna have that sex Took another look and wanted to break that neck Its a mack attack, coming from way back My name is Too hort baby, I dont play that jack Im from the Dangerous Crew, and I know its true The only thing youll say about Playboy Too Is Im macking
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