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Correct Hard On The Boulevard Lyrics
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Too $hort
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Correct Hard On The Boulevard
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Sunshine, convertable tops You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops You ride black walls, we ride Vogues You got a girlfriend, we pimp hoes You say I'm fake, I say you're smoking I'm just a mack named $hort from Oakland Just like a tag team wrestling tip With a nasty bitch, then the homie switch Bitch, ain't getting nothing but a lesson taught If your pimping ain't strong, it's not my fault Hoes start choosing, wouldn't give 'em a break I pull out my old white Too $hort tape I'm playing "Dope Fiend Beat" and the shit still hits Trying to stick my dick all in them lips She said "No, I never did it before" Well you ain't the bitch I'm looking for Cause she's rich and thick and chocolate Wouldn't hesitate to lick my dick All my parters say "$hort what's up?" See me with a bitch with a big-ass butt I don't answer, I start laughing Nothing going on but the Oaktown macking Laying it right, all damn night Hoes getting sprung like they smoking the pipe El Dorado, Mazeratti Nothing but freaks with fine bodies I love to roll my Mercedes Benz I'm nothing but a player like all my friends So when you call me fake, be for real The call me Short Dog cause I'm hard as hell Hope your girlfriend's name ain't Linelle I screwed her last night in a cheap motel Like I told my crew, when the toss up's chill Humping like a Chevy rolling down Foothill Get off the pipe fool, stop cracking Be like Short Dog and start macking T double O S-H-O-R-T I go solo, can't nobody fuck with me I'll just kick back counting my bank No cokes smoking, just potent dank Funky fresh on the microphone When you spin that wax, it's not the same ol' song Round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows You see me at the clubs catching all the hoes I don't drink vodka, I do drink gin I like to get a blowjob from your girlfriend Cause I'm macking, baby, you know that's right I'm from the Oaktown, straight Eastside I got all my game from East Oakland streets Now motherfuck you damn shit-haired freaks I go on and on as I sing my song If you're tender and young, I fuck you all night long I'm not a no-good punk, I didn't make you flunk I didn't tell the whole world your pussy stunk I cut you slack in my rap, I could've macked your mother But Life is Too $hort so I kept it undercover I'm so damn hard, on the boulevard Hoes ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Freak nasty don't trip, to me it ain't shit You can suck my dick with some fat hoe lips Riding in a Caddy with the top let down California sunshine, cruising the town On the boulevard, maybe drop my top If you're feeling hot, don't even stop Cause it feels so good, I'm oh so sprung They way you work that tongue, it just makes me cum I told all my homies, all about The way I bust big nuts, in your mouth On the boulevard, we're riding oh so real Not Skyline, I'm talking about Foothill And when it ended, you know what happened I'm so hard I just can't stop macking I know I gotta stop sooner, but I'll stop later They call me Short Dog, I'm nothing but a player I know what she's thinking, "I'm falling in love" But there's another freak I'm thinking of She's got long long hair, she's not like you though She'll do whatever I say, she'll even be my hoe Cause I don't wanna get married, I'd rather freak Mary Make good love and I do mean very Wherever I go, it's the same old case Same damn thing all over the place (Nothing but bitches) Tight-ass jeans to pose in I used to ride the strip trying to catch the hoes They wasn't choosing, nope not these hoes They wanted big time Vettes, riding brand new Vouges So like I said before, I ain't tripping Told myself it's time to stop bullshitting Did the gangster walk, did it like this Walked up to a girl and I called her a bitch I said "My name is $hort, I don't play games I only play young bitches, now what's your name?" She said "I wouldn't tell you in all my life You're just a little thug, you're not my type" I said "I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk" East Oaktown is where I'm from You see wherever I go, it's the same old case Same damn thing all over the place (Nothing but bitches) Mad cause I told the truth I'm calling you one and you can call me, too Call me Too $hort, call me "Too Thin" But you wouldn't get a dime out of this pimp So just give it up baby and I'll run right through ya Maybe just maybe I'll come back to ya Like Too Clean, I'm riding Cadillac I hit the strip, turn around, and come right back See I'm a big mack, and every bitch in sight Says "Is that Short Dog sitting at a red light?"
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