what the fuck lyrics – too $hort

what the f*ck

[verse 1: too $hort]
what the f*ck is wrong with too $hort?
what the f*ck he tryina make somethin new for?
why that n*gg* keep spittin all that game
why he still gettin b*tches, this sh*t is insane
all my life i been writin these verses
learned the game cause i like to go in p*ssy and purses
it feels good to be a motherf*ckin pimp
sometimes i knock a b*tch just to do it on the strength
every time you see me – i’m on ’em
that’s how we was raised up in northern california
she bought it all and if you gotta ask why
you ain’t on the case, man, you not a pi
don’t trip, i know what’s up with you
you take her shoppin and the b*tch ain’t even f*ckin you
n*gg*, you bout as sorry as they come
they took you to a strip club and you bought up all the ones
what the f*ck

what the f*ck! (what the f*ck!)

what the f*ck!
b*tch

[verse 2: too $hort]
what the f*ck is wrong with some of you b*tches?
waitin on a wealthy man to come through with riches
and shower you with presents, what’s the mission?
you shoulda been a hoe cause there’s really no difference
what you want? a marriage and have babies with a millionaire?
but not too many ladies get to live in here
you better stay in school
cause old sl*ts with ball players just ain’t too cool
spent all them years on your back
h*lla n*gg*s with contracts, they f*cked that
b*tch, you got some thangs on your mind?
used to be dime but now you ain’t so fine
and all the little girls wanna be just like you
they wanna f*ck a rich n*gg* too
worse than me, you’re not a good role model
offered her a shot, the b*tch drank the whole bottle
what the f*ck

what the f*ck! (what the f*ck!)

what the f*ck! (what the f*ck!)

what the f*ck! (what the f*ck!)

what the f*ck!
b*tch

[verse 3: too $hort]
so i had to do it all again
what happened to the game? i can’t call it, pimp
you tell me, we let the squares change the rules
snitchin is cool and y’all trickin like some fools
what the f*ck you n*gg*s thinkin?
and where the f*ck is all the motherf*ckin kingpins?
what would life be without the snitches and the feds?
a mattress full of money, two b*tches in the bed
it’s hard to get around them federal guidelines
too many real n*gg*s sittin on the sidelines
while b*tch n*gg*s keep playin the role
you know you not a gangsta, what you sayin it fo’?
i picked up the phone and said, ‘who is this?’
you got your own label and you in the music biz?
but you never put out sh*t, you never had a hit
and never went to the bank to deposit one check
what the f*ck

what the f*ck! (what the f*ck!)

what the f*ck! (what the f*ck!) (what the f*ck!)

what the f*ck!
n*gg*

b*tch

/ too hort lyrics