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Dope Fiend Beat (Explicit)

Too $hort
1989-09-116:26 minSynced lyrics

"Dope Fiend Beat (Explicit)" is a song by Too $hort, released in 1989 in the Pop genre. The song is 6:26 long and contains 112 lines and 870 words.

Lyrics

0:06B***h funky fresh from oakland california
0:16Dangerous music and it don't stop to the beat baby
0:23B***hes on my mind
0:26I can't hold back now's the time
0:29All you loud mouth b***hes talk too much
0:32And you d**k teasin' b***hes never f**k
0:34I seen a long hair b***h's workin' instincts
0:38Her hair ain't really but two inches
0:40All you bald head h*es in the oakland world
0:44Runnin' around town with jeri curls
0:46Nappy head n***as like myself
0:50Get a bald head and say:'go to hell '
0:52But you's a snake you's the one
0:55You bald head b***h you need a perm
0:58So much game when the homies tough
1:01I make a b***h go who never sucks
1:04It really ain't life but I just met her
1:09F**k you stupid h*e tell me just what you know
1:16I came to the party and turned it up
1:21But b***h I kept talkin' s**t
1:25Mothaf**k you d**n s**t head b***h
1:28I wanna b*****b and I'm not kiddin'
1:30Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin'
1:33I'm that n***a you'll answer to
1:37I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin' your mind
1:42Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time
1:45With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth
1:48And you know d**n well what I'm talkin' about
1:50I'm the too hort baby way too cold
1:55So mothaf**k you b***h godd**n a*s h*e
1:58The d**e fiend beat
2:03For all you junkies to just ride
2:10H e a d I need a doctor just for me
2:14To suck my d**k like a vet
2:17To give me head until I sweat
2:20She gotta suck d**k
2:21So I can tell all my homies just what she did
2:25She sucked and sucked and she's a b***h to the beat
2:30I'm too hort I said my name is too hort and it don't stop
2:34I love you b***hes for the blowjobs
2:37I just laugh over and over
2:40When the b***h drinks sperm like it's soda
2:43I straight start aimin' would I miss
2:46Get back b***h I wouldn't never kiss
2:49I say she looks so good and she's so big
2:52But man oh man that b***h can wimp
2:55If I wanna I could rock her
2:58But I can't f**k no head doctor
3:01B***hes don't know that's too hort's tip
3:04You might get geed if you don't suck d**k
3:07But I'm so fresh I'm so down
3:10I tell you b***hes the other way around
3:12If you do me first then I do you
3:15So the game jumps up when the b***h is true
3:18Soon as I come all in her mouth
3:21I smooth get dressed and roll out
3:24I'm too hort baby fresh fresh again
3:27One mc one b***h broken
3:30I tell you baby playin' just like that
3:33I'm the best of the players to the ice cold vet
3:36And b***h you just a b***h
3:39You work fastfood and you think you rich
3:41You see my game don't stop when it's on the one
3:45I love to see you when you work that thang
3:48Gettin' real busy at the back of the car
3:51Rollin' down the skyline boulevard
3:56A big fat d**k in the big east oakland
3:59I see my homie he needs to quit
4:02She was walkin' down the street
4:03With a big fat b***h maybe I'm wrong
4:06He might get every two weeks that welfare check
4:11Oakland california is the city of snakes
4:14Pimps pussies players and fakes
4:17The big oaktown the city of liars
4:22Fresh storewires and voltaires
4:23A strip b***hes nasty freaks
4:26My raps homeboy with tremendous beats
4:28She's a b***h to the d**e fiend beat
4:38All you junkies just ride
4:52B***hes on my mind
4:55I can't hold back now it's the time
4:57To bust a left nut right nut in her jaw
5:01Opened eyes and guess what I saw
5:04B***hes on my mind
5:07Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme
5:09What would life be if it wasn't too hort
5:12It be nothin' but rappers from old new york
5:15But that's not likely and there's no doubt
5:18B***hes like me cause I'm turnin' it out
5:21I'm here there everywhere
5:23Sportin' fat gold rope I'm a mothaf**kin' player
5:27Recognize game when it's on your face
5:29As you dip to the beat and you feel the bass
5:33Crook it up loud would be doin' fine
5:36Pose like a pimp and check my rhyme
5:38Some young tender dosen't like this beat
5:41But a b***h ain't nothin' but a word to me
5:44I can check her wreck her or just get paid
5:47Cut to the house and freak my maid
5:50You see she dosen't speak english but we don't talk
5:53I call her lucy and she's juicy makes your eye balls walk
5:56We never hesitate to make good love
5:59She clean up my house and then clean me up
6:01So check it out you b***hes
6:04I tell you a story of rags to riches
6:07So check it out freak nasty
6:10I know you're fine but you look like lassie
6:13B***h not a long ago I used to hang at the mall
6:16Top floor baby all the freaks I called
6:19And if they didn't wanna come that ain't s**t
6:22I just drop a few lines and then call her b***h
6:26B***h
B***h funky fresh from oakland california
Dangerous music and it don't stop to the beat baby
B***hes on my mind
I can't hold back now's the time
All you loud mouth b***hes talk too much
And you d**k teasin' b***hes never f**k
I seen a long hair b***h's workin' instincts
Her hair ain't really but two inches
All you bald head h*es in the oakland world
Runnin' around town with jeri curls
Nappy head n***as like myself
Get a bald head and say:'go to hell '
But you's a snake you's the one
You bald head b***h you need a perm
So much game when the homies tough
I make a b***h go who never sucks
It really ain't life but I just met her
F**k you stupid h*e tell me just what you know
I came to the party and turned it up
But b***h I kept talkin' s**t
Mothaf**k you d**n s**t head b***h
I wanna b*****b and I'm not kiddin'
Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin'
I'm that n***a you'll answer to
I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin' your mind
Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time
With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth
And you know d**n well what I'm talkin' about
I'm the too hort baby way too cold
So mothaf**k you b***h godd**n a*s h*e
The d**e fiend beat
For all you junkies to just ride
H e a d I need a doctor just for me
To suck my d**k like a vet
To give me head until I sweat
She gotta suck d**k
So I can tell all my homies just what she did
She sucked and sucked and she's a b***h to the beat
I'm too hort I said my name is too hort and it don't stop
I love you b***hes for the blowjobs
I just laugh over and over
When the b***h drinks sperm like it's soda
I straight start aimin' would I miss
Get back b***h I wouldn't never kiss
I say she looks so good and she's so big
But man oh man that b***h can wimp
If I wanna I could rock her
But I can't f**k no head doctor
B***hes don't know that's too hort's tip
You might get geed if you don't suck d**k
But I'm so fresh I'm so down
I tell you b***hes the other way around
If you do me first then I do you
So the game jumps up when the b***h is true
Soon as I come all in her mouth
I smooth get dressed and roll out
I'm too hort baby fresh fresh again
One mc one b***h broken
I tell you baby playin' just like that
I'm the best of the players to the ice cold vet
And b***h you just a b***h
You work fastfood and you think you rich
You see my game don't stop when it's on the one
I love to see you when you work that thang
Gettin' real busy at the back of the car
Rollin' down the skyline boulevard
A big fat d**k in the big east oakland
I see my homie he needs to quit
She was walkin' down the street
With a big fat b***h maybe I'm wrong
He might get every two weeks that welfare check
Oakland california is the city of snakes
Pimps pussies players and fakes
The big oaktown the city of liars
Fresh storewires and voltaires
A strip b***hes nasty freaks
My raps homeboy with tremendous beats
She's a b***h to the d**e fiend beat
All you junkies just ride
B***hes on my mind
I can't hold back now it's the time
To bust a left nut right nut in her jaw
Opened eyes and guess what I saw
B***hes on my mind
Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme
What would life be if it wasn't too hort
It be nothin' but rappers from old new york
But that's not likely and there's no doubt
B***hes like me cause I'm turnin' it out
I'm here there everywhere
Sportin' fat gold rope I'm a mothaf**kin' player
Recognize game when it's on your face
As you dip to the beat and you feel the bass
Crook it up loud would be doin' fine
Pose like a pimp and check my rhyme
Some young tender dosen't like this beat
But a b***h ain't nothin' but a word to me
I can check her wreck her or just get paid
Cut to the house and freak my maid
You see she dosen't speak english but we don't talk
I call her lucy and she's juicy makes your eye balls walk
We never hesitate to make good love
She clean up my house and then clean me up
So check it out you b***hes
I tell you a story of rags to riches
So check it out freak nasty
I know you're fine but you look like lassie
B***h not a long ago I used to hang at the mall
Top floor baby all the freaks I called
And if they didn't wanna come that ain't s**t
I just drop a few lines and then call her b***h
B***h

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