Too Short - It'S Alright lyrics

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Too Short:

I love things about you (it's alright) you got it going on

I'm not in love and this is not a love song, but you've been down for so long

You should never be wrong, I know it's all my fault

My mind been gone, I'm always on the chase

Lipstick on my face, when I get home

You gotta get on my case, cause I've been fuckin' up

Coming home smelling like her, I can't fuck it up

Call your mama tell her how it hurts, tell her

I'm a dog, but don't say that's all

I came in first place at the players ball, and now I got my skrill on

My new grill on, put you through some shit girl

But I know you're real strong, you say I never find a real one like you

But I never take the time to feel like you, I put the game down

The way it's suppose to be, don't be a punk ass bitch, just get open with me

Too Short talking:

Cause I'm a real player. A-yo Pimp C I don't think they feel us.

Pimp C:

There's a very thin line between love and hate

And there's a very thin line between a fuck and a date

Girl you know when I was hollering at you

I want to hit, I ain't got time to get caught up over a girl and lose my grip

I'm screaming "Steady pimp" you steady trying a change me

Running that game your mama taught you, bitch that shit don't faze me

Say bitch I'm Pimp C, I shall be seen again

But all that shit your cousin toldyou has gone in the wind

Just cause I pimp my pen, you think you moving in

Like I'm a trick I'm a let you have half of everything I spend

You talking week rent, I'm trying to whip a Benz

Flipping the club with pimps like Too Short, baby lady friends

Talking bout your sister saw me with a brand new bitch at the club

Coming at me wiht high school shit, bitch you must be in love

Space Age, new faze, I done payed the price

Hoping you ain't bout to rip my stable, she said I'm shift

But bitch that's alright

Pimp C talking:

You can keep your funky ass pussy, you know what I'm saying? Straight up.

What's up Short?

Too Short:

Shit go back to pimpology man. These hoe know it's alright though and if

they don't Bun will let them know.

Bun B:

Baby you're hangin' on a rope, it's getting crucial like dope

I can't cope, I guess the situation has lost all hope

Cause you've obviously flipped your lid, but what's done is did

I'm putting youup for sale for the highest bid

Or an ass from kid shit, you got me twist-ed

Little Bun won't be another statist-ic, this love affair went ballist-ic

Puttin' them messy ass hoes up in my mix like Bisquick

And thinkin' you gonna leave Big Bun juiced like mystic

Nigga believe me shit's thick, loves lost

nothing's gained but confusion about the pain

You losing about the same, you can't tame, a wild animal

Feeding lettece to a cannibal, make a grown man wear goranibals

And I can't handle, bullshit that's unnessessary

You can't handle being with a G, I guess it's scary

It's the very thing that put us together seperated us

Player hated us, and things will never be the way it was

I hate to say it cause, but find another shoulder to cry on

Stop gettin' your lie on, baby it's alright

Too Short talking:

I wanna dedicate this song to my bitch, quit tripping and bring your ass

home, baby I love you, al long as you got my money

Pimp C talking:

You know what I'm saying? It's 199 reits, know what I'm sayin', straight up

pimpin', you know what I'm talking about, I'm trying to see some papers,

some dead ones.

Bun B talking:

Some real shit going on, you know what I'm saying? This is Big Bun and I'm

out with my nigga Short and my nigga Pimp C. You know how players is with

bitches on your dick.

Pimp C talking:

Pimping ain't dead, they just scared you know what I'm talking about?

What's up Short?

Too Short:

Ain't no love bitch (ha ha ha ha) Beeotch. Tell them motherfuckers at Jive

to quit trippin'.