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[Too $hort]
It's that high
The pussy's just like dope
It's that dope

Even, if, you don't, want no mo'
Even if you don't want no mo'
The pussy's just like dope

First time you got a shot, you was hooked
When she walked into your life, you never shoulda looked
Ain't no rehab for pussy, it won't hurt me
You just like cigarettes and goin cold turkey
That's all you ever think about
Nasty ass hoes'll give you stank mouth
First thing in the morning, she's on your mind
Twenty minute kisses, all the time
Bomb ass head, hit it from the back
She be ridin yo' dick like a horse bareback
You ever wonder where she learned that?
The bitch'll pull a pimp's perm back
Special handlin, dick's the package
It's mine - you gon' let me have it back bitch?
Good pussy make you fall in love
You better say no to drugs

Chorus: Too $hort

It's like heroin (heroin, heroin)
The pussy's just like dope
Even, if, you don't, want no mo'
The pussy's just like dope

[Too $hort]
I chose to say no to drugs
Pussy throw them thangs beat yo' ass like thugs
Have you whipped, creamin in yo' hand and shit
Call her every day and can't stand the bitch
You old pussy ass sucker niggaz
still love hoes that fuck other niggaz
Can't tell you nothin, you need counselin
Fuck that shit, keep poundin it
I'm talkin bout some stay wet,
bustin big nuts in her face shit
Dick thrustin like a spaceship
Red snapper's what I call that pussy
Why you askin stupid questions like would she
suck yo' dick -- you ain't know?
It was passed down to her from her kinfolks
Momma and her aunties was freaks
Kryptonite pussy got you weak

Chorus

[E-40]
Uh-huh.. OOOH!
Some of these bitches is garden tools, and I don't mean shovels
I mean hoes HOES experts at workin they pussy muscles
Literally (??) over these hoes, niggaz'll fight and scrap for
But see I don't play thaNo queremos las migas
no queremos la hiel
no queremos la mugre
nena que joder
No queremos las sobras
no queremos la piel
no somos tus mendigos
digo que va´cer
No queremos pasarle
la lengua a tu papel
no queremos los restos
de tu buena fe.
No queremos la tuca
ni tu cara de pescadito
regalando premios desde T.V.
solo quieren que te rías
(que triste debe ser)

Acostado
sin un cobre
estás cansado
de esta vida pobre.
Parece fácil
parece que lo es
pero cuando te pega
te quiero ver que hacés
toda la vida mirando pasar
a los cancheros que sabían hablar
quedaste, encerrado,
con un corazón acorralado,
fumando, fumando, fumando, fumando
fumando, fumando, mirando la ventana
fumando, fumando, fumando, fumando
fumando, fumando, fumando marihuana
y hubo un día en que
no pudiste soportar
y saliste a la calle
porque tenías que gritar
¿y los cancheros?
muertos
los cancheros los cancheros
muertos
¿los cancheros?
muertos
los cancheros los cancheros los cancheros
muertos comenzaste a buscar
alguien que tuviera
magia para dar
comenzaste a buscar
un corazón simple
un corazón abierto
un corazón de bombo
un corazón de bombo.

No queremos las migas...