LYRICS FOR BORN TO MACK
SONG: PUNK B**** - Write a little save-a-h** speech all these fake-ass h**...
Fake punk-ass b****...Do you know what i mean?F***in'em up like this, man...
$hort Dog's in the house, b****!She's a punk-ass b****, h**, tramp and a slut
Took her to the hotel just to f*** Last night she licked all on my b***
P**** got wet like Niagara-falls Dropped my drawls and b**** said: "Shit!"
Skinny mothaf**** with a fat-ass d*** It's like a T-P-treatment, thangs so foul
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so I called to the crewYou b**** know what to do
Hoes try to front like they ain't no tramps
Try to get that p**** and she say you can'tMe and my partners we got that game
Check a square-ass b**** and make her throw that thang
You wine and dine that nasty freak Dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek
You never even know how she ran in the home
Jumped on the phone and started to burnin' me out
She kept beepin' so I made the call B**** on the phone jackin' off
Sounded like she was havin' fun Playin' with her pearlthang
I said: "B****, I'm on my way!"I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirtJumped in the car straight went to work
I must to bust two nuts back to bayNever seen a bitch work head like that
She had me jumpin' out of my seatWorkin' her jaws to the beat
She was a good d***sucker, I can't lieSucked so good I thought I'd die
B*** blew me up and blew me downAll the way back to the Oakland-town
Baby started to singin': "I love you!"Tellin' me things she wanted to do
If I needed some money come to herEverythin' I want is everythin' I'm worth
And you know what I said? I told the b***I said: "B***, I'm rich!"
F*** these h***, man...I ain't trippin'...I'm like hell...Long-hair suckers...
I know you're fine, b***But you got no cash you need to get a job
But your lazy-ass try to juice me upI ain't no punk
I put you in the rap with some serious funk
I wouldn't buy you a car, no diamonds and shit
All the time talkin' about your fake-ass gifts
George bought you a ring, John bought you a chain
B***, I'm buyin' you an ounce of this game
You better take it and shut the f*** upStop runnin' your mouth like a sucka
Cause you's a punk b**** Everythin' you say and everythin' you do
Makes you a punk b****, no good, no doubt
All I gotta do is stick a d*** in your mouth
Wanna give up the p****, b****, I had itYou're too slim, I like your mama's ass
Pops came home, came up to showFamily in the backroom, I'm f****'em both
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too rawI creep by one room in to the next
Nothin' goin' on but some serious sexSome of these hoes might think I'm played
Bald-head b**** need some new brainsCause that nappy-hair don't even hit
What's cookin' in the kitchenOn the back of your neck
Like you burned the rise and wanna front on me
You could never f*** with $hort, babyI'm from the O-A-K-L-A-N-D
I slap you in the face with realityThese punk-ass h*** out there is sick
Happy walkin' around with a trippy dickSo beautiful fine young thang
To get that cog was just like a dreamBut now three days later ask Kool Moe
You feel burnin' sensation down below
You're a true blue victim of a punk-ass b****
Thought she was a square and she gave you the shit
So for all you hoes that live like that
All the homies in the house say: "punk-ass b****!"
SONG: THE GHETTO - Talking about the ghetto...funky, funky ghetto...
Trying to survive, trying to stay alive...The ghetto, the ghetto...
(Talking about the ghettoooo...)The ghetto, the ghetto...
(Funk funky ghettoooo...)Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
Dopefiends die with a pipe in their mouthsOld school buddies not doing it right
Everyday it's the sameAnd it's the same every night
I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that fool
If he played me close and tried to test my cool
Every day I wonder just how I'll dieOnly thing I know is how to survive
There's only one rule in the real world
And that's to take care of you, only you and yours
Keep dealing with the hard times day after day
Might deal me some dope but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to break into my house again
Thought he got off early doing time in the pen
Even though my brothers do me just like that
I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the...The ghetto, the ghetto...
(Talking about the ghettoooo...)The ghetto, the ghetto...
(Funk funky ghettoooo...)So just peep the game and don't call it crap
Cause to me life is one hard rapEven though my sister smoked crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing changed600 million on a footbal team
And her baby dies just like a dopefiendThe story I tell is so incomplete
Five kids in the house and no food to eatDon't look at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next door getting highEven though she's got five mouths to feed
She's rather spend her money on a H-I-T
I always tell the truth about things like this
I wonder if the mayor overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the task force, send some help
Waiting on him I'd better help myselfHousing Authority and the O.P.D.
All these guns just to handle me in the...The ghetto, the ghetto...
(Talking about the ghettoooo...)The ghetto, the ghetto...
(Funk funky ghettoooo...)Even though they put us down and call us animals
We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes
Drive fancy cars, make love to starsNever really saying just who we are
We use alias names like Too $hortSell you stuff you might kill for
Young kids grow up and that's all they know
Didn't teach him in school now he's slanging dope
Only thing he knows is how to survive
But will he kill another brother before he dies?
In the ghetto, you keep one eye openAll day long, just hoping and hoping
You can pay your bills and not drink too much
Then the problems of life you'll be throwing upLike me, but you don't see
Ten years from now, where will you be?The ghetto, the ghetto...
(Talking about the ghettoooo...)The ghetto, the ghetto...
(Funk funky ghettoooo...)So much game in a Too $hort rap
Blacks can't be white and whites can't be black
Why you wanna act like someone else?All you gotta do is just be yourself
We're all the same color underneath
$hort Dog's in the house, you better listen to me
Never be ashamed of what you areProud to be black stand tall at heart
Even though some people give you no respect
Be intelligent when you put'em in check
Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated that way
And when they throw you in jail you got nothing to say
So if you don't listen it's not my fault
I'll be getting paid while you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse running your mouth
While me and my peoples try to get out...The ghetto, the ghetto...
(Talking about the ghettoooo...)The ghetto, the ghetto...
(Funk funky ghettoooo...)
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