i want your girl lyrics – too $hort

(feat. e-40, dolla will, mistah fab)

[chorus: too $hort]
i want yo’ girl, she’s so d*mn fine
she’s s*xier and looks way better than mine
i want yo’ girl, she wants me too
and if you don’t, let her go, i’ll take her from you

[too $hort]
watchin that *ss made me lose my breath
she can leave with me, go cruise in my whip
take her clothes off and do her like h*ll
if i don’t take your girl, who would i get?
nutted in her mouth and it looked like crest
i said here, brush your teeth with this
and now she’s soakin wet, what’s next?
me and yo’ girl havin s*x
i told her she could get it
she told me she was wit it
she know i want to hit it
come back braggin, tell the homies i did it
i wish i could
bang in the p*ssy like it’s my hood
i’m strapped for the driveby
turn her out with this “up all nite” life


the grind is a terrible thang to waste
try not to catch me a case, quarters dimes nickels and eighths
parked in my lark at 3 am in the dark
gettin my d*ck sucked, but here come the narc
ooooh, tellin me to depart
went to school with the n*gg*, the n*gg* used to be a mark
see me on the lowenhart’s skippin and skatin
burnin pirelli meat, g*ssin and brakin
strikin through the trap with my beanie cap
with a throwaway 9 and some d in the back
e’ryday livin livin life as a savage
fistfights and gun battles cause it come with the package
well above average, mack game impeccable
don’t blame me if ya broad wanna get s*xual
she got her legs on a player shoulder
back bent like she doin yoga

[chorus – minus half of first line]

[dolla will]
dolla – she ain’t never seen a hustler like this
15 karats on the right wrist
and ain’t no tellin what’s on the other hand
i’m like ti, i keep a “rubberband”
i’m eatin, them n*gg*z is fastin
i f*ck off a rack on a pair of fendi gl*sses
it ain’t nuttin cause i’m dolla will
i keep a b*tch lookin like she from brazil
some n*gg*z try but it’s in me
if that’s the kush she slip then i’ma knock {?}
i’m in the club, found one that’s friendly
she say she with her man but tryin to come with me


[mr. fab]
beep beep~! it’s meee
the yellow bus rider, mr. fab
i’m the, dumbest of dummies that do it but with thizz
let me borrow your broad, let me borrow your b*tch
give it here, pimpin i’ll give her back
leave her used, bruised, confused front to the back
“beat it” like mike jack, i bet you won’t like that
she lead them right back, man where yo’ wife at?
uhh, i like the way that she lookin
i don’t care if she stolen wifed or tooken
i ain’t trippin, i’ma take her down
got the game from my dad and gangsta brown
i mean, i thought, i’m still thinkin
hop in my scr*per, what you smoke what you drinkin?
do me cause i’ma sho’ do you
what it dookie, yadda daa boo boo

[outro: too $hort]
i want yo’ girl, she’s so d*mn fine
she’s s*xier and looks way better than mine

/ too hort lyrics