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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Too $hort
Too $hort
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Too $hort
Too $hort
Composer
Dennis Lambert
Dennis Lambert
Lyrics
Jazze Pha
Jazze Pha
Composer
Brian Potter
Brian Potter
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jazze Pha
Jazze Pha
Producer
Taj "Mahal" Tilghman
Taj "Mahal" Tilghman
Recording Engineer
Don "DJ Snake" Brown
Don "DJ Snake" Brown
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Ain't no bitches like the ones I got) All top notches gotta stay on top Party all night and we make a lot I gotta keep a fat knot it don't stop, bitch (Ain't no bitches like the ones I got) When I take 'em to the spot, you know they all look hot Like I said homeboy, all I got is top-notch Gotta keep a fat knot, it don't stop I'm the super player, I got women everywhere I know you love a square, I don't care I still get it, anytime I want to Call her at the house, I think she said, "Come through" I'm coming, every time I see her That's what I'm doing, I can't believe you When you tell me, she's all yours 'Cause when I have her on the floor, down on all fours She said it's mine, and that's for sure If you come around when I'm near, you gotta go 'Cause you don't nothing 'bout this ballers work When we was players coming up we knocked all the girls And now I just go out and take my pick If you gotta enough game, you can take my bitch I won't hate you, try to clown, I'll put you down 'Cause I got women all over this town (bitch) (Ain't no bitches like the ones I got) All top notches gotta stay on top Party all night and we make a lot Gotta keep a fat knot it don't stop, bitch (Ain't no bitches like the ones I got) When I take 'em to the spot, you know they all look hot Like I said homeboy, all I got is top-notch Gotta keep a fat knot, it don't stop You couldn't be a better player then me You ain't got enough game, you couldn't take her from me You ain't even have a chance, not with me in the picture You even got the last dance to see what it could gets you Nothing, broken-hearted and lonely 'Cause when it's over, she's going home with me Five foot nine, short hair big booty Looking like the leading lady starring in a movie Fly crib, Mercedes-Benz She loves niggas like me and my shady friends And when we hang out, don't count the champagne bottles Thinking I'm drunk, I don't play game lotto I put the game down from the start And you ain't nothing but a dumb ass mark She started teasing when she saw the red carpet What did you say, nigga? Get your ass in the car bitch (Ain't no bitches like the ones I got) All top notches gotta stay on top We party all night and we make a lot I gotta keep a fat knot it don't stop, bitch (Ain't no bitches like the ones I got) When I take 'em to the spot, you know they all look hot Like I said homeboy, all I got is top-notch Gotta keep a fat knot, it don't stop Hoochies, cheerleaders, groupies, beer drinkers High class stuck up hoes, that getting real freaky Lawyers, nurses, police women, teachers If she's a top-notch, I keep her Tall ass models, skinny and shit, big tities, short and thick All complexions, different nationalities Pimp game from East Oakland, out to Cali Keep 'em teenage to middle age, is she paid? 'Cause if she ain't, what can she make If I see a bad bitch I ain't fin away, I'm gonna holla at her I can't discriminate, it's not about the sex, not all the time 'Cause I'm trying to get in her mind Like when you stand and just stare at the ocean I help you manage your emotions, bitch (Ain't no bitches like the ones I got) All top notches gotta stay on top Party all night and we make a lot Gotta keep a fat knot it don't stop, bitch (Ain't no bitches like the ones I got) When I take 'em to the spot, you know they all look hot Like I said homeboy, all I got is top-notch Gotta keep a fat knot, it don't stop Ain't no bitches like my bitches I know you think you gotta lotta hoes, nigga And you probably do, but there's one fact that'll always be true You couldn't be a better player than me, nigga Life is, life is too short, so keep trying, nigga, keep trying Number one, player of the year, player of the decade Player of the century, player of the motherfucking millennium And his name is Too $hort, bitch
Writer(s): Dennis Earle Lambert, Brian Potter, Todd Anthony Shaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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