It's Alright Lyrics & Tabs by Too $hort
It's Alright
guitar chords lyrics
I love things about you
(It's alright)
You got it going on
I'm not in love and this is not a love song
But you've been down for so long
You should never be wrong
I know it's all my fault, my mind been gone
I'm always on the chase, lipstick on my face when I get home
You gotta get on my case 'cause I've been fuckin' up
Coming home smelling like her, I can't fuck it up
Call your mama, tell her how it hurts
Tell her I'm a dog but don't say that's all
I came in first place at the players' ball
And now I got my skill on my new grill on
Put you through some shit, girl
I came in first place at the players' ball
And now I got my skill on my new grill on
Put you through some shit, girl
But I know you're real strong
You say I never find a real one like you
But I never take the time to feel like you
I put the game down, the way it's suppose to be
Don't be a punk ass bitch, just get open with me
'Cause I'm a real player
Ayo Pimp C, I don't think they feel us
There's a very thin line between love and hate
And there's a very thin line between a fuck and a date
Girl, you know when I was hollering at you I want to hit
I ain't got time to get caught up over a girl and lose my grip
I'm screaming, "Steady pimp", you steady trying a change me
Running that game your mama taught you
Bitch that shit don't faze me
Say bitch, I'm Pimp C, I shall be seen again
But all that shit your cousin told you has gone in the wind
Just 'cause I pimp my pen, you think you moving in
Like I'ma trick, I'ma let you have half of everything I spend
You talking week rent, I'm trying to whip a Benz
Flipping the club with pimps like Too $hort, baby lady friends
Talking 'bout your sister saw me with a brand new bitch at the club
Coming at me with high school shit, bitch, you must be in love
Space Age, new faze, I done paid the price
Hoping you ain't 'bout to rip my stable, she said I'm shift
But bitch that's alright
You can keep your funky ass pussy
You know what I'm saying? Straight up
What's up $hort? Shit go back to Pimpology man
These hoe know it's alright though
And if they don't Bun will let them know
Baby, you're hangin' on a rope, it's getting crucial like dope
I can't cope, I guess the situation has lost all hope
'Cause you've obviously flipped your lid but what's done is did
I'm putting you up for sale for the highest bid
Or an ass from kid shit, you got me twisted
Little Bun won't be another statistic
This love affair went ballistic
Puttin' them messy ass hoes up in my mix like Bisquick
And thinkin' you gonna leave Big Bun juiced like mystic
Nigga believe me, shit's thick, love's lost
Nothing's gained but confusion about the pain
You losing about the same, you can't tame a wild animal
Feeding lettuce to a cannibal, make a grown man wear Garanibals
And I can't handle bullshit that's unnecessary
You can't handle being with a G, I guess it's scary
It's the very thing that put us together separated us
Player hated us, and things will never be the way it was
I hate to say it 'cause, but find another shoulder to cry on
Stop gettin' your lie on, baby, it's alright
I wanna dedicate this song to my bitch
Quit tripping and bring your ass home, baby, I love you
All 'long as you got my money
You know what I'm saying?
It's 199 reits, know what I'm sayin'? Straight up pimpin'
You know what I'm talking about?
I'm trying to see some papers, some dead ones
Some real shit going on, you know what I'm saying?
This is Big Bun and I'm out with my nigga
$hort and my nigga Pimp C
You know how players is with bitches on your dick
Pimping ain't dead, they just scared
You know what I'm talking about? What's up $hort?
Ain't no love, bitch
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Beeotch, tell them motherfuckers at Jive to quit trippin'
