Dope Fiend Beat Lyrics

Dope Fiend Beat lyrics

Bitch funky fresh from Oakland California...
Dangerous Music and it don't
stop to the beat baby...

Bitches on my mind
I can't hold back now's
the time
All you loud mouth bitches talk too much
And you dick teasin'
bitches never fuck
I seen a long hair bitch's workin' instincts
Her hair
ain't really but two inches
All you bald head hoes in the Oakland
world
Runnin' around town with jeri curls
Nappy head niggas like
myself
Get a bald-head and say: 'Go to hell!'
But you's a snake, you's
the one
You bald-head bitch, you need a perm
So much game when the homies
tough
I make a bitch go who never sucks
It really ain't life but I just
met her
Now I'm sayin': 'Bitch, suck better!'
Fuck you, stupid hoe, tell
me just what you know
I came to the party and turned it up
You say: 'Ouh,
he's got a dirty mouth!'
But, bitch, I kept talkin' shit
Mothafuck you,
damn shit-head bitch
I wanna blowjob and I'm not kiddin'
Work it in your
mouth till your head starts spinnin'
I'm that nigga you'll answer to
If I
say: 'Bitch, jump!', that's what you do
I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin'
your mind
Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time
With a dirty rap
comin' out my mouth
And you know damn well what I'm talkin' about
I'm the
Too $hort, baby, way too cold
So mothafuck you, bitch, goddamn ass
hoe

The dope fiend beat...
For all you junkies to just
ride...

H-E-A-D, I need a doctor just for me
To suck my dick like a
vet
To give me head until I sweat
She gotta suck dick
So I can tell
all my homies just what she did
She sucked and sucked and she's a bitch to
the beat
I'm Too $hort, I said my name is Too $hort and it don't stop
I
love you bitches for the blowjobs
I just laugh over and over
When the
bitch drinks sperm like it's soda
I straight start aimin', would I
miss?
Get back bitch, I wouldn't never kiss
I say she looks so good and
she's so big
But, man oh man, that bitch can wimp
If I wanna I could rock
her
But I can't fuck no-head doctor
Bitches don't know that's Too $hort's
tip
You might get geed if you don't suck dick
But I'm so fresh, I'm so
down
I tell you bitches the other way around
If you do me first then I do
you
So the game jumps up when the bitch is true
Soon as I come all in her
mouth
I smooth get dressed and roll out
I'm Too $hort, baby, fresh fresh
again
One MC, one bitch broken
I tell you, baby, playin' just like
that
I'm the best of the players to the ice cold vet
And, bitch, you just
a bitch
You work fastfood and you think you rich
You see, my game don't
stop when it's on the one
I love to see you when you work that
thang
Gettin' real busy at the back of the car
Rollin' down the Skyline
Boulevard
I say: 'Bitch, what are you smokin'?'
A big fat dick in the big
East Oakland
I see my homie, he needs to quit
She was walkin' down the
street
With a big fat bitch, maybe I'm wrong
He might get every two weeks
that welfare check
Oakland, California, is the city of snakes
Pimps,
pussies, players and fakes
The big Oaktown, the city of liars
Fresh
storewires and voltaires
A strip, bitches, nasty freaks
My raps, homeboy,
with tremendous beats...

She's a bitch to the dope fiend beat...
All
you junkies just ride...

Bitches on my mind
I can't hold back, now
it's the time
To bust a left nut, right nut, in her jaw
Opened eyes and
guess what I saw
Bitches on my mind
Grabbed the microphone and then I
started to rhyme
What would life be if it wasn't Too $hort
It be nothin'
but rappers from old New York
But that's not likely and there's no
doubt
Bitches like me cause I'm turnin' it out
I'm here, there,
everywhere
Sportin' fat gold rope, I'm a mothafuckin' player
Recognize
game when it's on your face
As you dip to the beat and you feel the
bass
Crook it up loud, would be doin' fine
Pose like a pimp and check my
rhyme
Some young tender dosen't like this beat
But a bitch ain't nothin'
but a word to me
I can check her, wreck her, or just get paid
Cut to the
house and freak my maid
You see, she dosen't speak english but we don't
talk
I call her Lucy and she's juicy, makes your eye balls walk
We never
hesitate to make good love
She clean up my house and then clean me up
So
check it out, you bitches
I tell you a story of rags to riches
So check
it out, freak nasty
I know you're fine but you look like Lassie
Bitch,
not a long ago I used to hang at the mall
Top floor, baby, all the freaks I
called
And if they didn't wanna come that ain't shit
I just drop a few
lines and then call her bitch...
Bitch!