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Too Hort Get In Where You Fit In

Say, hoe...yeah! you... Can I ask you a question? Can you get in where you fit in, bitch? Get mad if you want, I won't front Cause I got a new tape

beeyatch $Hort Dog in the motherfuckin' house Nah nigga, you in this motherfucker Bringin' this shit for nine-tre and nine-four You know what I'm sayin'? Get in where you fit

from the real Player hatin' lover tell me how do ya feel When you front to the homies how you grind 'em Look fo' a tramp, but you can't find 'em You got one girlfriend you

just keep on fucking you all night long Me and you baby got it going on You ain't tripping every time you see me You get loose and you get so freaky

If you was a pussy you'd get fucked If you was a dick you'd get circumsized You better back the fuck up or I hurt them eyes Fuck with Goldy you be hoein

Talking 'bout me, wouldn't think about you When you heard Too $hort came to town You never would've thought I'd be looking down On who, on you, 'cause

my bitches can stay gone Too $hort: Mine too Ant Banks: You know what I'm sayin'? Too $hort: Yeah, beeyatch Ant Banks: $hort Dog in the motherfuckin' house Too $hort: Nah nigga, you

Say, hoe...yeah! you... Can I ask you a question? Can you get in where you fit in, bitch? Get mad if you want, I won?t front Cause I got a new tape

Chorus: Gotta get some lovin' (repeated) Too $hort: Gotta get me some pussy Biotch What's really goin' on? Yeah, $hort Dog's in the house Funky Fresh