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i ain't nothin' but a dog - too $hort lyrics

“i ain’t nothin’ but a dog”

i’ve been a dog ever since i was young
i saw the mack and got all so sprung
i couldn’t help it, i had to be just like that
with a stable of hoes and my pockets fat
but don’t trip, i made up my mind when i was 17
i ain’t with no marriage and a wedding ring
i be a player for life, forget about a wife
she just ain’t my type
cause i mack each hoe and get richer
and if it ain’t like that then i forget ya
i know you’re just a freak, hoe
you’re so nasty
that’s why you’re stairin’
when you walk like p-ss me
b-tch, now you’re lookin’ back
all dogs must chase the cat
so here i come, i just wanna f-ck you and cut
treat you like trampy sl-t
so much game when homies’ tough
meet a b-tch like you and smooth come up
i have your fake–ss closin’ up bank accounts
spittin’ straight pimpgame from the oakland-town
it’s been done before and i do it again
break your mama, your sista and all your friends
$hort dog’s on the microphone
and i won’t stop mackin’ till my bank is long
so try to break me if you wanna
from me you get nothin’ but drama
if you’re a rich b-tch, i got a new twist
and if you’re with it, b-tch
then we can do this
put me on the payroll
bick me down bankroll
buy me a benz and keep my tank full
cause other than that, i don’t need no brood
$hort dog ain’t nothin’ but a dog…

i got all my game from east oakland’s street
so mothaf-ck you d-mn sh-t-head freaks
couldn’t pay me enough to treat you right
cause $hort dog ain’t nothin’ nice
like a sucka-mothaf-cka let a b-tch be boss
tellin’ him how much she wants
let her use your car
i’m from oakland, b-tch
and you can check my rap
i hear fake b-tches get slapped
let a b-tch get bold with me
i start to act like goldy
tell me who’s in the house now?
shorty the pimp
and i’m the last mothaf-cka
that will pay your rent
i ain’t blind, i know you’re fine as f-ck
but you’re a tramp, b-tch
you ain’t mine what’s up?
try to give me some p-ssy but i want some head
and i allready know everythin’ you did
they say you f-ck like old–ss tired b-tch
but the word is out you suck some good -ss d-ck
and i don’t want nothin’ if i can’t get it all
you should know
cause i ain’t nothin’ but a dog, b-tch…

$hort dog ain’t nothin’ but a dog
b-tch, f-ck with me and you gotta do it all
most brothas try to take freaks out
i get a room and stick my d-ck in her mouth
they spend money on a movie and some dinner
but $hort dog goes straight up in her
i give b-tches no respect
and the way i run my game they understand this sh-t
you couldn’t be like me cause you buy her things
used to be a broke fiend and now it’s diamond rings
i remember when i f-cked your prom date
you bought a dress and everythin’
but she just couldn’t wait for the pralm to end
so she can call me up it was our very first date
and it was cool to f-ck
now i be doin’ this sh-t all the time
i got b-tches on my mind
can’t change in 1992
cause i still gotta find new, sweet, black
what should i call it? i won’t say it
but if it’s lain’ on my bed, i’m a fade it
$hort dog ain’t nothin’ but a dog
use to clown to hoes at the east maid mall
i was actin’ like a pimp when i was 7
started to suckin’ up game at 11
and at the age of young 14
i started to knock young b-tches on the scene
couldn’t give a f-ck less about a b-tch
thinkin’ like that $hort dog got rich
now i’m makin’ ends and you think i’m weak
cause i’m allways downin’ these toe-up freaks
tell me who’s the man
and who’s the mouse, b-tch?
i’m audi-five to my dog house…

- too hort lyrics

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