Burn Rubber Lyrics - Married To The Game - Too $hort

Inside beotch 

Yeah you know about that 

Real players 

The real ones 

I burn rubber on you quick as hell 

You need some toilet paper, don't shit on yourself 

When you see me rollin' in luxury 

I won't fuck witchu, so don't fuck with me 

I'm just ridin', sidin', whippin' and dippin' 

I look at all the young hoes trippin' 

It's no big deal when little hotties get hot 

When niggaz get jealous, somebody get shot 

You in love? Might make you lose your mind 

That's why I run these gray girls, two at a time 

With no discretion, to me you're so depressin' 

Actin' like you don't know, my profession 

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I look at them thighs, and look at them titties 

Take your ass straight on out, of Sin City 

Wearin' all pink just like Hello Kitty 

Bringin' back all C-notes and no fifties 

[Incomprehensible] 

Burnin' rubber on these bitches, so fast 

Burn rubber as you smash all fast 

Tell it like Short, no ass, no pass 

All you Santa Claus players, be on your way 

With a bag full of toys on the back of your sleigh 

You hit your girls house, one by one 

Climb down the chimney, and give 'em all somethin' 

You trick, don't come around me frontin' 

Talkin' 'bout how you pimpin' givin' hoes what they wantin' 

You worse than a studio gangsta 

Behind closed doors, gettin' his booty hole spanked up 

You suckers disrespect the game 

All these video hoes out there spittin' your name 

Photos 

You love it when they make that, ass clap 

But she don't give me no cash, I'll pass it back 

I kick her where she stash the crack 

In the plastic sack, when she crash the 'llac punk bitch 

[Incomprehensible] 

They tryin' to give the rap game to some real punks 

It's just like when disco, killed the funk 

Can't tell me nothin', when I know I'm right 

Like a bowlegged bitch with a overbite, that suck it right 

Player this pimp don't lie 

How many porn stars you know that went to Crenshaw High? 

A lot of fuckin' for a whole lot of nuttin' 

You just wannabe noticed so you're out there sluttin' 

I never really cared about popular fame 

It's all about sittin' on top of the game 

So don't stop 'til your panties drop 

Fuck the mayor, the preacher, and a cop 

You better tell him what it cost, get his mind on track 

'Cause he look like he lost 

Bring him back, and dig in his pockets quick 

Steal his watch, and make sure he got a drop, beotch 

[Incomprehensible]