Too $hort - All My Bitches Are Gone LYRICS

f/ Ant Banks



Too $hort:



I used to have a lot of bitches

Straight down for me

Doin' anything I said, even hoe on the street

But I'm a dog and I dog my broads

Guerrilla pimpin', drivin' four door cars

Ain't got no kids but them bitches love daddy

They had to share me or them bitches couldn't have me

Cause I'm a Mack with a capital M

Call me $hort Dog baby, put the P in the Pimp

I keep my foot in your ass and wouldn't give a fuck

Get out her pocket, bitch you gettin' beat up

You see me hangin' with them niggas like jock

And every single five mile, bitches gettin' popped

Well now I got a rep and they say I'm wrong

I beat my broad ass and she moved back home

Came in one night, I was buzzin'

Bitch tried to front me for fuckin' her cousin

She started yellin', man, the bitch got raw

I took one step back and went straight to her jaw

I gives a fuck that the bitch left

Cause all she ever got was some good dick

And it really ain't shit to find another bitch

Cause I'm a cool motherfucker and I'm hella rich

(Yeah) Ant Banks in the house and you know he knows

Grab the mic nigga, fuck these hoes



Ant Banks:



Yeah, I'm thinkin' back 'fore a nigga just came up

Playin' games with the bitches

Thought a nigga might change but

I was tight thinkin' everything's all right

Doin' the same shit to a different bitch every night

Just dickin'em down like a gigolo

So you gotta peep game from a nigga though

I'm too young to get sprung so don't trip, tell'em

(Ain't no love, bitch)

So let's speak about a freak named Connie

Fucked the bitch tough, backstage at the Omni

I can't forget Constance, the bitch is so dumb

Quick to lick my nuts, suck my dick, and just hum

And these are just some hoes

That a nigga like tossed up, kinda crossed up

Turned out and lost but I ain't trippin'

They all got tramped

Used and abused till they all just vamped

And left a nigga stuck with no kind of get back

Now I even get shook by the hoodrats

Cause they know what the fuck they gon' get

Took for they cash and a mouth full of dick, huh

And I hate I gotta be that way

Goin' vicious on these bitches

Just made'em all leave today

But I know it won't last long

They sayin' fuck Ant Banks

Now all my bitches is gone



Too $hort:



All my bitches are gone, them bitches bounced

I had a gang of'em, now they can't be found

They ain't fuckin' with $hort Dog

Cause I'm from Oakland

You fuck with us bitch, somethin' gettin' broken

Your leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a part

Oakland motherfuckers'll break your heart

Until you recognize game in your face

You's a punk ass bitch, ain't never been no place

I can't hold back, now's the time

To leave your stank fake broke ass bitches behind

And move on like a player

I'm knockin' ghetto hoes and even squares

Secretaries, nurses, and police women

I'm flyin' first class, nigga, fuckin' flight attendents

$hort Dog ain't nothin' but a dog, beeyatch

(Ain't nothin' new nigga, come again)

All my bitches are gone, them bitches cut

But I really don't give a fuck

I always knew I didn't need that hoe

I got the game from the motherfuckin' E-S-O

And you can tell when I hit the place

All them star-struck bitches jump in my face

And get shot to the curb like I'm the mob

Unless they givin' niggas blowjobs



Ant Banks:



Yeah, and when a bitch wanna flirt

I put in work, treat'em all like dirt

And watch them get they feelin's hurt

Cause I'm a mack, hoe, listen to this rap, hoe

And you will know not to fuck around

You'll get slapped, hoe

For tryin' to fuck up the Ant Banks program

Steady saltin' with your stanky ass toe jams

You're mad cause I wouldn't spend no time

I'm with the homies, makin' cash

pullin' bitches and writin' rhymes

I'm just doin' what I got to do

I'm not fuckin' with you

Because your funky ass cock is through

So now I gotta get some new hoes

Some old school bitches

That's still ridin' trues and vogues

I want a freak with the gangsta look

That Ant Banks can hook

And the bitch better know how to cook

Cause I'm a nigga that'll eat some shit up

Macaroni, steak, collard greens, or whatever the fuck

Yeah $hort, you know how we do'em

Treat bitches like red lights and run right through'em

I got my mack on strong and my dick on long

So fuck it, all my bitches can stay gone



Too $hort:

Mine too

Ant Banks:

You know what I'm sayin'?

Too $hort:

Yeah, beeyatch

Ant Banks:

$hort Dog in the motherfuckin' house

Too $hort:

Nah nigga, you in this motherfucker

Ant Banks:

Bringin' this shit for nine-tre and nine-four

You know what I'm sayin'?

Get in where you fit in, hoes

Too $hort:

Before you need a check up from the neck up

Ant Banks:

Peace out

Fuck these bitches, man

Fuck these bitches, $hort,

Let's get out of here, man