Lyrics:

Bitch, funky fresh from Oakland, California... Dangerous Music and it don't stop to the beat, baby... Bitches on my mind I can't hold back, now's the time All you loud-mouth bitches talk too much And you dick teasin' bitches never fuck I seen long-hair bitches, workin in stitches Her hair ain't really but two inches All you bald-head hoes in the Oakland world Runnin' around town with jheri curls Nappy head niggas like myself Get a bald-head and say: 'Go to hell!' But you's a snake, you's the one You bald-head bitch, you need a perm So much game when the homies tough I make a bitch go who never sucks It really ain't life but I just met her Now I'm sayin': 'Bitch, suck better!' Fuck you, stupid hoe, tell me just what you know I came to the party and turned it up You say: 'Ouh, he's got a dirty mouth!' But, bitch, I kept talkin' shit Mothafuck you, damn shit-head bitch I wanna blowjob and I'm not kiddin' Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin' I'm that nigga you'll answer to If I say: 'Bitch, jump!', that's what you do 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 damn well what I'm talkin' about I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold So mothafuck you, bitch, goddamn ass hoe The dope fiend beat... For all you junkies to just ride... H-E-A-D, I need a doctor just for me To suck my dick like a vet To give me head until I sweat She gotta suck dick So I can tell all my homies just what she did She sucked and sucked and she's a bitch to the beat-aca