It's Alright

Too Short: I love things about you (it's alright) you got it going on I'm not in love and this is not a love song, but you've been down for so long You should never be wrong, I know it's all my fault My mind been gone, I'm always on the chase Lipstick on my face, when I get home You gotta get on my case, cause I've been fuckin' up Coming home smelling like her, I can't fuck it up Call your mama tell her how it hurts, tell her I'm a dog, but don't say that's all I came in first place at the players ball, and now I got my skrill on My new grill on, put you through some shit girl But I know you're real strong, you say I never find a real one like you But I never take the time to feel like you, I put the game down The way it's suppose to be, don't be a punk ass bitch, just get open with me Too Short talking: Cause I'm a real player. A-yo Pimp C I don't think they feel us Pimp C: It's a very thin line between love and hate And it's a very thin line between a fuck and a date Girl you know when I was hollering at you I want to hit, I ain't got time to get caught with one girl and lose my grip I'm screaming "Steady pimp" you steady trying a change me Running that game your mama taught you, bitch that shit don't faze me Say bitch I'm Pimp C, I shall be seen again But all that shit your cousin told, bitch blowin' in the wind Just cause I pimp my pen, you think you moving in Like I'm a trick I'm a let you have half of everything I spend You talking week rent, I'm trying to whip a Benz Flipping the club with pimps like Too Short, freakin' new lady friends Talking bout your sister saw me with a brand new bitch at the club Coming at me with high school shit, bitch you must be in love Space Age, new faze, I done payed the price Ho you ain't bout to wreck my stable, she said I'm shift But bitch that's alright Pimp C talking: You can keep your funky ass pussy, you know what I'm saying? Straight up What's up Short? Too Short: Shit go back to pimpology man. These ho know it's alright though and if They don't Bun will let them know Bun B: Baby you're hangin' on a rope, it's getting crucial like dope I can't cope, I guess the situation has lost all hope Cause you've obviously flipped your lid, but what's done is did I'm putting youup for sale for the highest bid Or an ass from kid shit, you got me twist-ed Little Bun won't be another statist-ic, this love affair went ballist-ic Puttin' them messy ass hoes up in my mix like Bisquick And thinkin' you gonna leave Big Bun juiced like mystic Nigga believe me shit's thick, loves lost Nothing's gained but confusion about the pain You losing about the same, you can't tame, a wild animal Feeding lettece to a cannibal, make a grown man wear goranibals And I can't handle, bullshit that's unnessessary You can't handle being with a G, I guess it's scary It's the very thing that put us together seperated us Player hated us, and things will never be the way it was I hate to say it cause, but find another shoulder to cry on Stop gettin' your lie on, baby it's alright Too Short talking: I wanna dedicate this song to my bitch, quit tripping and bring your ass Home, baby I love you, al long as you got my money Pimp C talking: You know what I'm saying? It's 199 rich, know what I'm sayin', Strictly pimpin', you know what I'm talking about, I'm trying to see some papers Some dead ones Bun B talking: Some real shit going on, you know what I'm saying? This is Big Bun and I'm Out with my nigga Short and my nigga Pimp C. You know how players is with Bitches on your dick Pimp C talking: Pimping ain't dead, niggas just scared you know what I'm talking about? What's up Short? Too Short: Ain't no love bitch (ha ha ha ha) Beeotch. Tell them motherfuckers at Jive To quit trippin'