Karaoké I'm a Player (Street version) Too Short feat. Ant Banks

You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen

I ain't with no marriage and a weddin' ring

I'll be a player for life so where's my wife

Probably at the rehab stuck on the pipe

'Cos she must be smokin' and I'm not jokin'

Too Short baby

Comin' straight from Oakland

Got way more bitches than I ever need

I put that on a big fat bag of weed

'Cos I can give you a bitch and wouldn't give you a joint

Bitches ain't shit and now I made my point

So you can light that weed while I spit this rap and tell you 'bout a player from way back

I was only fourteen when I first got my dick sucked

Now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts

Gettin' freaky in the right situations

You wanna rap well that's a nice occupation

To get pussy when you want and how you want it fool

'Cos I was fuckin' ugly hoes back in high school

I used to fuck young-ass hoes

Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes

Now I fuck top notch bitches

Tell a story 'bout rags to riches

'Bout a pimp named Shorty from the Oakland set

Been mackin' for years and ain't fell off yet

So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop-top Caddy throw a peace sign and say Hey pimp daddy

'Cos I never would front on my folks

I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes

Bitches come a dime a dozen

So don't get mad when I fuck your cousin

Your two sisters

I even fuck your ex-bitch

Short Dog in the house with some player shit

All you fake players peep game from the real

Player hatin' lover tell me how do ya feel

When you're frontin' to the homies how you grindin'

Look for a tramp but you can't find 'em

You got one girlfriend and see her every night

Come around the partners

Lyin' 'bout your life

Looked at your watch

It said six twenty-two

Cut to the house and said

Baby I love you

Can't act like a mack like Playboy Short and the rest of the macks in the streets of the O bitch

Comin' up we learned how to break these hoes

And when you're through gettin' yours then you shake these hoes

And when you're older it's nothin' but a routine

Makin' G's every day

Workin' blue jeans

I know I seen it before

I see it again

Young tender sayin' Short would you be my man

Yeah

There's a lot of fake players out there

Talkin' bad about Ant Banks

You know what I'm sayin'

But I ain't trippin' though

Short Dog

What you do about them player haters

Tryna stay away from

Kris Kross imitators

Put ya in a cross 'cos they're really just haters

I thought you knew

Short Dog is a player

Born to mack and got bitches everywhere

I ride around town in my clean-ass cars

Screenin' these hoes like movie stars

Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat

I was born to mack

I'm hookin' hoes like crack

I be a monkey on your back bitch

Until you kick that Short Dog habit got you all on my dick

And even though I can't fuck you every day that's 'cos I got another bitch around the way

We can all get together on a late night

Cut to the house

Hook somethin' up real tight

I really don't care 'cos I'm a player