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Short Dog Hit 'Em Up

Album: The Essential Too Short Durasi: 4:17

Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening

Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping

Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening

Rolling 20s on your bands, do you ever quit stacking

Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening

Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping

Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening

Everything he touch goes platinum

When it comes to me, MC stands for making cash

Come see me after midnight, I'm taking that ass, bitch

Short Dog will be breaking your ass

And if I don't, I bet I have you shaking your ass to the beat

Nationwide, putting it down, we selling tapes

In every bullshit town, from here to New York

Back to California, niggas eating chicken, standing on the corner

Ain't doing nothing out here but fussing

Trying to live good, but a player still struggling

Don't let the clean Benz fool ya

Just buy the tape and let Short Dogs fool ya

Educated, you know I made it

I'm straight faded, got your main girl naked, can't take it

She thought I was you and tried to trick me

Lumped the bitch up, she came home with some niggas

Better miss me with your crooked aim, trying to solve my name

But you hooked up my game, you might have a lot of heart

But you might not push me

Showed up at the fight, I came tight like pussy

Threw my hands in the air, guess what you found it

Nationwide niggas got your ass surrounded

Steady shaking like your bank head bouncing

Trying to buy your way out, but the shit cost thousand

Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening

Spit this game up in the air, hope you never could wrap it

Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening

Rolling 20s on your pants till you ever could stack it

Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening

Spit this game up in the air, hope you never could wrap it

Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening

Everything you touch goes black

You always standing in a circle spitting rap flows

You need to start pimping, get some fat hoes

Break them bitches for every last dime

And buy your ass some studio time

I ain't playing, nigga, you gotta pimp a

Big fat hoe in the Nissan Sentra

I ain't giving no bitches, no kind of slack

'Cause I'm a Mac since 1980

Been doing it like that when I was halfway through it

I knew it, I could do it

I flow this pimp game like fluid, true to it, I am bitch

They can't stand it, get to hold your money

Watch the bitch hand it to me

The P-I-M-P, shorty, fuck champagne, bitch, I'm still drinking

Forys, gin and juice, Hennessy straight

I wanted to be a pimp ever since I was eight

They called me Baby Capone, I wanted to fleet wood prone

Wouldn't leave them hoes alone, Frank War clone

I went to high school with niggas like Frank the Bank

I can't think straight unless the dank stay

Bitch, you thought I couldn't float on a day like this

Now you wanna be pimps, wanna take my bitch

But I came equipped with a backup hoe

You ain't know, I might be dope

Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening

Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping

Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening

Rolling 20s on your bands, do you ever quit stacking

Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening

Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping

Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening

Everything he touch goes platinum

It's hard to believe some of y'all still can't understand it

Made a hundred songs just like I planned it

Damn, it feels good to make it dance tonight

From a nigga who barely had a chance in life

On the mic you say, no more freaky tales, fuck that

Bitch-ass nigga, get off my nut sack

My only concern is that you learn the history of rap

Is something you can't turn into a East Coast, West Coast, ancient myth

You can't be with this funky stanky shit

We put down the different readers of the country

Go on tour, your girl sees me, she wants me

Know I'm a doer, 'cause she's acting like a punk

She heard you at the door, but the bitch got comfy

I know you hate this shit, and I'm loving it

Pulled out my dick and she was rubbing it

Next thing I know, baby started sucking it

Got real freaky, so I fucked the bitch

Don't trip, you might've slipped, but you can have her back

It's like that, and as a matter of fact

I never would start no shit behind a bitch with you

But if you wanna, my niggas gon' get with you

I get more pussy than Ron Hightower

Won't take long to bring it on, 'cause I'm high-powered