Fuk That - J. Stalin, Too Short

Nah, I ain’t trying to dance nigga fuck that

I done popped all these pills so where the love at

Where the bad bitches and the drugs at

Fuck that, I’m trying to bring high street back

This molly got me hard as the concrete

My bitch call me Too $hort she know I been a freak

Where your friend at I need a two-piece

Put that pussy on my head like a kufi

Girl that ass so big and it juicy

Throw that pussy at me ain’t gotta give me a roofie

I ain’t got a lot of manners so excuse me

Fuck my dick, you can have it bitch use me

I don’t give a fuck about no motherfucking floozy

Fuck you, I’m a dog like Snoopy

Bitch, your niggas dumb and they goofy

And I ain’t never give a fuck about a groupie

I don’t care if you owe me a dollar nigga fuck that

Think I’m playin' bout money I be right back

That peace talk, I don’t wanna hear none of that

Niggas think I’m playing, nigga fuck that (fuck that)

Fuck that (fuck that), fuck that (fuck that)

Niggas think I’m playing nigga fuck that

That peace talk I don’t wanna hear none of that

Niggas think I’m playing I be right back

Nigga I be right back like I never left

Smith & Wess with a teflon on my chest

All that arguing about who the best

Hands down niggas know he coming out the West

Bullets tearing through the flesh of you bitch niggas

I had the undertaker dig a ditch nigga

Livewire, the game run it with an iron fist nigga

I ain’t worried about nothing but my chips nigga

Big banger, big bezel on my wrist nigga

Everytime I speak you with the thoughts of a drug dealer

Real nigga, horny motherfucker, pussy killer

Stop trying to treat me like I’m Tito when I’m Mike nigga

Busting down bands, going shopping with my white niggas

I get real skrilla, your bitch think I’m Godzilla

Slide through, shoot shit up on the (?)

Told 'em I be right back, you ain’t even know nigga

Fuck the economy, fuck hard times

Fuck what your going through, gimme all mine

Every dime, you dreaming bout a brand new whip

What you finna flip, we’ll take that shit, bitch

Trying to creep through the town

See your picture in the paper when we lay your ass down

Cause you ain’t nothing but a clown

Another dead body was found

Is it true?

Was it you?

What them niggas do?

Fuck with Short Dogg, motherfucker you through

All you fake niggas gonna get it one day

Owing people money you don’t ever wanna pay

Now they wanna kill you, they can’t wait

It’s the money or your life, it’s too late

Can’t pay 'em next week, or turn back time

Ned to stop being stupid and learn how to grind, BITCH