Listen hear young breh ..
" You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen,
I ain't with no marriage and a weddin' ring,
I be a player fo' life so where's my wife,
Probably at the rehab stuck on the pipe,
'cause she must be smokin' and I'm not jokin'
Too Short baby comin' straight from Oakland,
Got way mo' bytches than I ever need,
I put that on a big fat bag of weed,
'cause I can give you a bytch but wouldn't give you joint,
bytches ain' shyt and now I made my point,
So you can light that weed,
While I spit this rap,
And tell you 'bout a player from way back,
I was only fourteen when I first got my dikk sucked,
Now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts,
Gittin' freaky in the right situations,
You want to rap well that's a nice occupation,
To git p*ssy when you want 'n how you want it foo'
'cause I was fukkin' ugly hoes back in high schoo'
I used to fukk young-ass hoes,
Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes,
Now I fukk top notch bytches,
Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches,
'bout a pimp named Shorty from the Oakland set,
Been mackin' for years 'n ain't fell of yet,
So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy,
Throw a peace sign and say hey pimp daddy!
'cause I never would fron' on my folks,
I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes,
bytches come a dime a dozen,
So don't get mad when I fukk your cousin,
Your two sisters, I even fukk your ex-bytch,
Short Dog in the house with some player shyt "