I am listening to my favourite song But then a girl She was eyescatchy She pulled my pants down she squezzed my ding I licked her lips It felt like
gon' brake it down Shorty, Shorty, say would you be mine? Shorty, Shorty would you be mine?, Shorty would you be mine? Shorty, Shorty, say would you be mine? Shorty, yea, Shorty
Shorty, Lookin' Sexy in your jeans there Shorty Got me actin' like a feen there Shorty, So girl won't you come and be my Shorty. (be my Shorty) Watthere Shorty
Yeah, you know, it's like I rap, I got two platinum albums I do a lotta concerts all over the place I seen the groupies, they do whatever you say When
You see some people like to play the dating game Meet a new freak and ask, "What's your name?" Wine and dine and waste all that time Spending money on
I'm from Oakland, bitch and you can check my rap I hear fake bitches get slapped Let a bitch get bold with me, I start actin' like Goldy Tell me who's in the house now? Shorty
You think Oakland, California, is a city of punks It only takes a second to pop the trunk And just like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn
hoe I throw a bitch in the god damn trunk And start slamming that Oakland funk Short Dogg's in the house, once again Trying to fade the platnum, with Shorty
's not how long you talk bruh, it's what you put in it Look out! for shorty the pimp! Yeah He walks with a limp! Cool man Shorty the pimp *echoes*
So you want to be a gangster all that shit Smoke any motherfucker, don't even trip You be hard as hell, take whatever you want Punk suckers wanna front
Step daddy, I know what you want I come through like the first of the month Ain't nothing but a holiday When I fuck my way I'm her worst nightmare, her
make some dough Flip Benzes and turn out shows 'Cause Oakland got talent, fool MC's in elementary school Not to mention musicians and singers And Shorty
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you' But ain't no love, bitch Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope I
-ant banks- Ahhhhhh shit Now let me warm it up I got the gin and juice and I'm a poor 'em cup To get smooth in the mood that I'm in So lets start riding
Trunk Muzik Trunk Muzik Straight from the back of the game I rock it Yelawolf's got that crack, boy In the woods with the SK I'm cockin' You don't want
Verse1:I let this fine man into my home, and the begining I knew it was, between the sheets it was on like chrome, gave him the keys to my humble home
drastic, niggas got automatics My fingers on the trigga, tell the Lord To make way for another straight thug nigga I'm sitting getting buzzed, looking for some luv From the homies, 'cuz shorty
shorty's in the world) Never knew it could be so wicked Hoping that u stay wit me Search around the world but u will never find Another Shorty like mine Shorty
