Too Short - All My *****es Are Gone Lyrics
Too $hort:I used to have a lot of *****esStraight down for meDoin anything I said, even hoe on the streetBut Im a dog and I dog my broadsGuerrilla pimpin, drivin four door carsAint got no kids but them *****es love daddyThey had to share me or them *****es couldnt have meCause Im a mack with a capital mCall me $hort dog baby, put the p in the pimpI keep my foot in your ass and wouldnt give a *****Get out her pocket, ***** you gettin beat upYou see me hangin with them niggas like jockAnd every single five mile, *****es gettin poppedWell now I got a rep and they say Im wrongI beat my broad ass and she moved back homeCame in one night, I was buzzin***** tried to front me for *****in her cousinShe started yellin, man, the ***** got rawI took one step back and went straight to her jawI gives a ***** that the ***** leftCause all she ever got was some good dickAnd it really aint shit to find another *****Cause Im a cool mother*****er and Im hella rich(yeah) ant banks in the house and you know he knowsGrab the mic nigga, ***** these hoesAnt banks:Yeah, Im thinkin back fore a nigga just came upPlayin games with the *****esThought a nigga might change butI was tight thinkin everythings all rightDoin the same shit to a different ***** every nightJust dickinem down like a gigoloSo you gotta peep game from a nigga thoughIm too young to get sprung so dont trip, tellem(aint no love, *****)So lets speak about a freak named connie*****ed the ***** tough, backstage at the omniI cant forget constance, the ***** is so dumbQuick to lick my nuts, suck my dick, and just humAnd these are just some hoesThat a nigga like tossed up, kinda crossed upTurned out and lost but I aint trippinThey all got trampedUsed and abused till they all just vampedAnd left a nigga stuck with no kind of get backNow I even get shook by the hoodratsCause they know what the ***** they gon getTook for they cash and a mouth full of dick, huhAnd I hate I gotta be that wayGoin vicious on these *****esJust madeem all leave todayBut I know it wont last longThey sayin ***** ant banksNow all my *****es is goneToo $hort:All my *****es are gone, them *****es bouncedI had a gang ofem, now they cant be foundThey aint *****in with $hort dogCause Im from oaklandYou ***** with us *****, somethin gettin brokenYour leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a partOakland mother*****ersll break your heartUntil you recognize game in your faceYous a punk ass *****, aint never been no placeI cant hold back, nows the timeTo leave your stank fake broke ass *****es behindAnd move on like a playerIm knockin ghetto hoes and even squaresSecretaries, nurses, and police womenIm flyin first class, nigga, *****in flight attendents$hort dog aint nothin but a dog, beeyatch(aint nothin new nigga, come again)All my *****es are gone, them *****es cutBut I really dont give a *****I always knew I didnt need that hoeI got the game from the mother*****in e-s-oAnd you can tell when I hit the placeAll them star-struck *****es jump in my faceAnd get shot to the curb like Im the mobUnless they givin niggas blowjobsAnt banks:Yeah, and when a ***** wanna flirtI put in work, treatem all like dirtAnd watch them get they feelins hurtCause Im a mack, hoe, listen to this rap, hoeAnd you will know not to ***** aroundYoull get slapped, hoeFor tryin to ***** up the ant banks programSteady saltin with your stanky ass toe jamsYoure mad cause I wouldnt spend no timeIm with the homies, makin cashPullin *****es and writin rhymesIm just doin what I got to doIm not *****in with youBecause your funky ass ***** is throughSo now I gotta get some new hoesSome old school *****esThats still ridin trues and voguesI want a freak with the gangsta lookThat ant banks can hookAnd the ***** better know how to cookCause Im a nigga thatll eat some shit upMacaroni, steak, collard greens, or whatever the *****Yeah $hort, you know how we doemTreat *****es like red lights and run right throughemI got my mack on strong and my dick on longSo ***** it, all my *****es can stay goneToo $hort:Mine tooAnt banks:You know what Im sayin?Too $hort:Yeah, beeyatchAnt banks:$hort dog in the mother*****in houseToo $hort:Nah nigga, you in this mother*****erAnt banks:Bringin this shit for nine-tre and nine-fourYou know what Im sayin?Get in where you fit in, hoesToo $hort:Before you need a check up from the neck upAnt banks:Peace out***** these *****es, man***** these *****es, $hort,Lets get out of here, man