Burn Rubber (Explicit)

Burn Rubber (Explicit) - Too $hort

Yeah you know about that real players

The real ones

I burn rubber on you quick as hell

You need some toilet paper don't sh*t on yourself

When you see me rollin in luxury

I won't f**k witchu so don't f**k with me

I'm just ridin sidin whippin and dippin

I look at all the young hoes trippin

It's no big deal when little hotties get hot

When niggaz get jealous somebody get shot

You in love Might make you lose your mind

That's why I run these gray girls two at a time

With no discretion to me you're so depressin

Actin like you don't know my profession

I look at them thighs and look at them titties

Take your a** straight on out of Sin City

Wearin all pink just like Hello Kitty

Bringin back all C notes and no fifties

Burnin rubber on these b**ches so fast

Burn rubber as you smash all fast

Tell it like $hort no a** no pass

All you Santa Claus players be on your way

With a bag full of toys on the back of your sleigh

You hit your girls house one by one

Climb down the chimney and give 'em all somethin

You trick don't come around me frontin

Talkin 'bout how you pimpin givin hoes what they wantin

You worse than a studio gangsta

Behind closed doors gettin his bootyhole spanked up

You suckers disrespect the game

All these video hoes out there spittin your name

You love it when they make that a** clap

But she don't give me no cash I'll pass it back

I kick her where she stash the crack

In the plastic sack when she crash the 'llac

Punk b**ch

They tryin to give the rap game to some real punks

It's just like when disco killed the funk

Can't tell me nothin when I know I'm right

Like a bowlegged b**ch with a overbite that suck it right

Player this pimp don't lie

How many porn stars you know that went to Crenshaw High

A lot of f**kin for a whole lot of nuttin

You just wannabe noticed so you're out there sluttin

I never really cared about popular fame

It's all about sittin on top of the game

So don't stop 'til your panties drop

F**k the mayor the preacher and a cop

You better tell him what it cost get his mind on track

Bring him back and dig in his pockets quick

Cause he look like he lost

Steal his watch and make sure he got a drop beotch