Dope Fiend Beat lyrics

Artist  : Too Short 
Song : Dope Fiend Beat
 


Bitch, funky fresh from Oakland,
California...
Dangerous Music and it don't
stop to the beat, baby...

Bitches on my
mind
I can't hold back, now's the time
All
you loud-mouth bitches talk too much
And you
dick teasin' bitches never fuck
I seen
long-hair bitches, workin in stitches
Her hair
ain't really but two inches
All you bald-head
hoes in the Oakland world
Runnin' around town
with jheri curls
Nappy head niggas like
myself
Get a bald-head and say: 'Go to
hell!'
But you's a snake, you's the one
You
bald-head bitch, you need a perm
So much game
when the homies tough
I make a bitch go who
never sucks
It really ain't life but I just
met her
Now I'm sayin': 'Bitch, suck
better!'
Fuck you, stupid hoe, tell me just
what you know
I came to the party and turned
it up
You say: 'Ouh, he's got a dirty
mouth!'
But, bitch, I kept talkin'
shit
Mothafuck you, damn shit-head bitch
I
wanna blowjob and I'm not kiddin'
Work it in
your mouth till your head starts spinnin'
I'm
that nigga you'll answer to
If I say: 'Bitch,
jump!', that's what you do
I'm a fast talkin'
conman blowin' your mind
Breakin' you and your
cousin at the same time
With a dirty rap comin'
out my mouth
And you know damn well what I'm
talkin' about
I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too
cold
So mothafuck you, bitch, goddamn ass
hoe

The dope fiend beat...
For all you
junkies to just ride...

H-E-A-D, I need a
doctor just for me
To suck my dick like a
vet
To give me head until I sweat
She gotta
suck dick
So I can tell all my homies just what
she did
She sucked and sucked and she's a bitch
to the beat
I'm Too $hort, I said my name is
Too $hort and it don't stop
I love you bitches
for the blowjobs
I just laugh over and
over
When the bitch drinks sperm like it's
soda
I straight start aimin', would I
miss?
Get back bitch, I wouldn't never
kiss
I say she looks so good and she's so
big
But, man oh man, that bitch can wimp
If
I wanna I could rock her
But I can't fuck
no-head doctor
Bitches don't know that's Too
$hort's tip
You might get geed if you don't
suck dick
But I'm so fresh, I'm so down
I
tell you bitches the other way around
If you
do me first then I do you
So the game jumps up
when the bitch is true
Soon as I come all in
her mouth
I smooth get dressed and roll
out
I'm Too $hort, baby, fresh fresh
again
One MC, one bitch broken
I tell you,
baby, playin' just like that
I'm the best of
the players to the ice cold vet
And, bitch,
you just a bitch
You work fastfood and you
think you rich
You see, my game don't stop
when it's on the one
I love to see you when
you work that thang
Gettin' real busy at the
back of the car
Rollin' down the Skyline
Boulevard
I say: 'Bitch, what are you
smokin'?'
A big fat dick in the big East
Oakland
I see my homie, he needs to
quit
She was walkin' down the street
With a
big fat bitch, maybe I'm wrong
He might get
every two weeks that welfare check
Oakland,
California, is the city of snakes
Pimps,
pussies, players and fakes
The big Oaktown,
the city of liars
Fresh storewires and
voltaires
A strip, bitches, nasty freaks
My
raps, homeboy, with tremendous
beats...

She's a bitch to the dope fiend
beat...
All you junkies just
ride...

Bitches on my mind
I can't hold
back, now it's the time
To bust a left nut,
right nut, in her jaw
Opened eyes and guess
what I saw
Bitches on my mind
Grabbed the
microphone and then I started to rhyme
What
would life be if it wasn't Too $hort
It be
nothin' but rappers from old New York
But
that's not likely and there's no doubt
Bitches
like me cause I'm turnin' it out
I'm here,
there, everywhere
Sportin' fat gold rope, I'm
a mothafuckin' player
Recognize game when it's
on your face
As you dip to the beat and you
feel the bass
Crook it up loud, would be doin'
fine
Pose like a pimp and check my
rhyme
Some young tender dosen't like this
beat
But a bitch ain't nothin' but a word to
me
I can check her, wreck her, or just get
paid
Cut to the house and freak my maid
You
see, she dosen't speak english but we don't
talk
I call her Lucy and she's juicy, makes
your eye balls walk
We never hesitate to make
good love
She clean up my house and then clean
me up
So check it out, you bitches
I tell
you a story of rags to riches
So check it out,
freak nasty
I know you're fine but you look
like Lassie
Bitch, not a long ago I used to
hang at the mall
Top floor, baby, all the
freaks I called
And if they didn't wanna come
that ain't shit
I just drop a few lines and
then call her bitch...
Bitch!