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Too Hort Chase The Cat

You know we ridin', yeah we ridin' I got my nigga MC Breed in the house Big Baller, what you ridin' boy, what you ridin'? I got some candy paints sittin

'm married And send her home with the cock swoll, did her pops know? Little girl that he tryna protect was in the crib doin' porno Fo' sho' baby, I know these hoes Step up too

the house not havin' that Get freaky wit' me, shit I'm bringin' ya back Oh you lovin' this mack 'cause I got your leg shakin' like that 'Cause a nigga's straight killin' the cat

you And when I ball, don't ask me what I do You wanna be kept, keep yo' mouth shut But youse a gold digger and you go out too much If I choose you,

sayin' my name I had a record player on my stereo Got down on my knees with my radio From Oakland, California with some new shit I'm Sir Too Short, I

'm a pimp, bitch Why must I chase the cat? 'Cause you know, she's a ho Why must I chase the cat? Whaddya know, she gives me dough Why must I chase the cat

stop playin' and get yo' game tight Too Short, Eastsidaz, Big Tig, oh boy Album number 13 nigga, y'all better stop chasin' the cat And chase that money

Luscious bitch, she is true But it's not nice to fool Mother Nature The proud mother of God, like all hoes Is, is jealous of her own shadow Who is this

a BEITCH! Say what, bitch? Don't get it twisted Sup with that little crazy man - it is what it is Yeah, yeah - tryin to get with that mayne [Too $hort