Pimpology

[Intro:] Pretty Tony: That nigga wanted the honey, all we wants is the money Y'know, all bitches are the same, just like my hoes. I keep em' broke. Wake up one morning with some money, they subject to go crazy y'know [Verse 1:] I'm going to tell you a story in stereo About the pimping game, that you should know But if you don't, it's alright Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night When I was 3 years old Straight pimp game I was told My daddy sent me to a pimp school In this man's world, you can't be no fool If a pimp is what you wanna be You're gonna have to learn pimpology Pimpology: a pimp's profession Can't be affected by the Great Depression. So if you want to be giant sized Come to my school. Get pimpmotized In your school, what do they teach? English, math, and history Pimpin' game, you can learn And if you do, you will earn A pimp diploma, just for you For learning what you're taught when you come to school Lesson 1, you should know: Never love a bitch or a ho Lesson 2 tells you to do only one thing: Act cool Lesson 3: Breaking a bitch. If she's poor, if she's rich If your game is soft or hard It shouldn't take long to break the broad Lesson 4: Keep your ho. It's the most important thing to know Cause I pimp or die bitch. I'm like the Mack: Riding around Oakland in a Cadillac But on the other hand, if you just can't pimp And the hoes keep treating you like a simp I don't know what to say about you boys You better go to the store and buy some toys Cause you can't play this game [Interlude:] Pretty Tony: Next time you hear grown folks talking, shut the fuck up, y'hear? [Verse 2:] Now you heard my story in stereo About the pimpin' game, that you should know But if you don't, it's alright Cause I'll be spittin' this shit to ya all damn night It don't stop I'm Short Dog, ain't nothing nice I never rap fake when I'm on the mic I ride around town in a clean ass Benz Never ever frontin' on my cool ass friends My zodiac sign is of Taurus the bull I drink Olde English, and I do get full If you're wondering why I don't stop my rap Cause other MC's can't rock like that My music flows like dominoes I pimp these hoes, that's how it goes Bitches on my beeper all day and night I'm a motherfuckin' player, homeboy, that's right O-A-K-L-A-N-D: That's where I reign, top dog MC Too Short, baby, on the microphone I work motels. I don't take freaks home Man, they start trippin' when they think your rich Met her yesterday, now she's my bitch It's not hard to believe. But that's how it goes I'm burning rubber on these hoes like vogues Check out my style, baby don't stop If you can't call me Short, just call me Dog Black is my color, I have no other, nothing else will do I've got a black car, black bed, black TV I've even got a silk black suit Dangerous music, and the Dangerous Crew Oakland California, and Playboy too West coast rapping all over the place Too Short, baby, all in your face I rap so hard...you can't stop me My last album sold a million copies Me and the maestro, laying the beat DJ scratches from my homeboy Pee Dangerous music is what you hear A new LP every year You know we rolling, can't be faking We come through and all your girls we're taking You know we're rolling. Don't do no simpin' Oaktown players strictly pimpin' Bitch, my name is Short. Just what you've been looking for Sending young tenders on a wild goose chase Up in the hills, trying to find my place Getting lost, getting tossed, getting found and clowned Every time you see Short baby, you get down Cause the raps I make are the raps you like The way Sir Too Short rocks the mic It's a one of a kind rapping style Have the freaks in the crowd, going wild For when I spit my rhyme, what's my tip? Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch make me rich [Outro:] Goldie: It was $35,000 Slim: $35,000 cash money? Goldie: No. I get 1. $35,000 plus 1, right? Slim: The one I gave you? Goldie: No, I gave you 6 alright. I had 1. Now $35,000 plus 6, right? Now $35,000 plus 1, plus 6 makes 7. $35,000 plus 7, right? Muthafucka, can you buy that?