Songtexte:
Too Hort Shorty The Pimp

suburbs, two-car garage An' every night, I get a good massage? Save that drama for later An' take this number to my SkyPager Keep in touch but don't call too

I have your fake ass closin' up bank accounts Spittin' straight pimp game from the Oakland town It's been done before and I do it again You break your mama, your sista and all your friends $hort

throw a bitch in the god damn trunk And start slamming that Oakland funk Short Dogg's in the house, once again Trying to fade the platnum, with Shorty the Pimp

way too cold And all the people hide and just run inside Cause you keep usin yo' gat commitin homicide Boy I tell ya, Life Is way Too $hort Another brother

'm Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short Too Short, Too Short Too, Too Short, Too Short Too Short

jocking I be scoping All the fine ass freaks of oakland That's where I reside, and where I always will be The city of killers, dope dealers and still we Chill like players, and like pimps

Cause Oakland California is where they made The Mack Prostitution is the oldest profession Kick back young partner, learn your lesson Pimp till you die, as long as you know Pimps

with somethin, or just ask questions About the brothers I hang around What's really goin on in the Oakland town Tell me who went broke, and who got rich But Too $hort

I throw a bitch in the god damn trunk And start slamming that Oakland funk Short Dogg's in the house, once again Trying to fade the platnum, with Shorty the Pimp