she came to my house, and gave me a blow job She licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob What is life? Life is Too $hort I play the
life an death nigga, shit, what's really going on? Verse 1 *(Too $hort)* Jumped all in a niggaz face front him on tha spot, don't cross the game
well Dreaming, I was safe in life Like mussels in a shells Rolling and controlling all the basements And the backroads of our lives Fill their dreams with big
' out, blowin' out Black on time been still layin? like I said Under the screen, be a eight wonder So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist Fit
lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit All of this was around spring eighty one I was in the life and had a good three year run Anyway, one Friday on
y'all Little Debbie say "I bet he do" Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly's, we flip cellies It's Lils, dusted out heavy in the big Chevy Kicked the
up on ya Chop up all these credit cards Career is all that laid up on ya Skeet skeet, Move fast don't let them bitches lay up on ya You know you really
Flowin' through your veins like medicine Wanna be down? On the H-town Real ballas fight for the rebound B-town to motherfuckin G-town Creep around everybody
your town Go to the show we rocking the crowd Get gwop by the thou', wow Come on and roll with the kid, back to the crib Car real fast, bed real big
betta do the opposite of slo mo Tech N9ne nigga Put the X in your mind nigga Get your roll on Get your home on Killa valley affect ya I'm giving
cup, hair braided, car bladed (yup!) I got my lime green gators on so nigga watch where you (step!) You know I'm reppin' H-Town everywhere I go All eyes on
degree my temperature get, boiling hot to freezing When I release, you can see the reason, I'm so cold Niggas continuously rolling me beats to choke on Tryna get a smoke on
City, really to call it itty bitty Would be an understatement We got big ass, cash, and titties Big pimping working and hurt, the pockets of big tippers Side dippers and big
that I was tweakin' out, seniors in the summertime, ralleys in the winter Yeah, ridin' with a light skinned big booty tender, harass them Muthafuckas on gold shoes, tryin' to put a stop on
my homie in the pen is back on the map (geah) My crew's back on swoll and we chillin We rolls around and we get top billin Geah, back on top, don't know
as fuck And now them hookers sucking dicks [da foe] Aha aha, I needs them muthafuckin millions on the west So I can roll in a benz And have a big lex On
May And they moved into a little house On the far end of town Out by the big highway And all through the days And all through the nights The cars and trucks rolled on
a long way since back in them days, been ?round the world twice seen all fifty states, ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates , there aint nuthin wrong with them big