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Coming Up Short Lyrics

Intro
(b****!)
b****** keep comin up $hort
f***** with too $hort,too $hort
(b****!)
Too $hort,too $hort
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Now f*** around and get a 5 finger hand plant straight across your face
To make sure you b****** understand that Im a pimp-mack-player-a** n****
Not a gentleman aint gonna be no sucker-a** swindlin
I know ya starvin b**** what you gone eat?
Just because I feed you up I guess you waitin on me
It aint goin be that,you shoulda ate or boughtcha a** a plate
Cos on this date we just f***** till its late
I aint romeo,prince charming or knight in shining armour
Im only out to f*** a b****,f*** tryin to charm her
I treat a fine a** b**** like dirt
No money in her purse,a f*** is all its worth
Lookin hella good in the club like a ho
b****,you need to go find a n**** to buy some mo drinks
At the bar,fill you up with long islands
While I be all in your face tryin to f*** smilin
Cos short dawgll never cater to you hos
And if you aint f***** I say later to you hos
So if you b****** gotta plot
You better get gonna get shot f***** with short dawg

b****** keep comin up $hort
f***** with too $hort,too $hort
(b****!)
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b****** be like rabbits swarmin diamonds and carats
See my car,see my house and they think Im a sheriff
I aint never been a marked b****,you too b****y
Wanna drive my car closed-up,thats when you lost me
I tell a b**** real quick,i aint no (? tissu-roll? )
All you good fo is some head and some p****,ho!
And if the p**** and the head tight,we f*** em twice
Cos short dawg aint nuttin nice
b**** jumped in the car,asks me where we goin?
Im shorty the pimp b****,you goin hoin
f***** in the car with my pants and my jacket on
Raged about the p****,now Im in the traffic
Now p**** still wet,got my d*** in her hand
Lickin all around it,rollin through the flat lands
Take her to my strip,never p****-whipped
Seein n***** with them b******,Id a tossed the pimp
I use to break hos for scrilla,but now its down now
Im makin bank rolls for real-a and rockin town b******
Livin large for a night,turn back into pumpers
When Im through f*****,b****** leavin with nothin
b****** keep comin up $hort
f***** with too $hort,too $hort
(b****!)
Too-too $hort,too $hort(hos cant f*** with me)
(b****!)too $hort
Now break it down to the beat one time!
Ol school.tell ya lil somethin about shorty

Im the east oakland player,lovers are mooshy
I f*** a different ho a day and leave rubbers and p****
b****** keep lookin for some too $hort acts
Squeezin on a rubber tryin ta pull it off and make it bust
b**** might lose her mind if I raw-dig her
Get pregnant,move her in and make ma and pa richer
No more player,no shorty the pimp
I get payed,divert a cheque and get forty per cent
All the homies talkin bad,hair down,walkin sad
Got the broad livin with me,baby sayin dad!
s** played out and olshortys bored getting fat!
Then my b**** turn into a rat
I could try to mack again but the b****** wont want me
Cos Im all washed up,broke,fat and funky
Short dawg is through,people call me todd shaw
All the rappers who was fake gonna mic,got raw
Ugly hos playin hard-to-get,sold all my cars
Now I ride the bus and s***
I had a 94 lexus,rolexes,i sold it all
Now I cant afford breakfast
I lost everything I worked to be
Never thought Id be a trick,payin hos to serve me
s***!snap back came out of my dream
s*** can really happen if you know what I mean?
But f*** a wife b*****,stay away
Dont wanna own a p****,keep the babies on lay-away
b**** thought I robbed it,said it was mine
She didnt know I f***** her with a d**** the whole time
Star-struck b**** seein dollar signs,she think the wad is fine
Playin games so I taught her mine
Tryin to play her prayer got caught in a trap
Learnt a lesson from the game that I taught in my rap
b****** keep comin up $hort
f***** with too $hort,too $hort
(b****!)
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