Bobble Head

Posted June 11, 2010 by shortdawgblog
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Short Dawg

(Hook)

Oh, that’s your girl? (she’s a bobble head)

You know I heard (she’s a bobble head)

She give you brain(she’s a bobble head)

Just like a nerd(she’s a bobble head)

Oh that’s your man?(she’s a bobble head)

What a shame(she’s a bobble head)

Get her name (she’s a bobble head)

She do her thang (she’s a bobble head)

Ask about her(she’s a bobble head) (she’s a bobble head)

Yeah, ask about her! (she’s a bobble head) (she’s a bobble head)

Better ask about her (she’s a bobble head) (she’s a bobble head)

You ain’t know?(she’s a bobble head) (she’s a bobble head)

Verse 1:

She’s a bobble head (head),

that’s what my patna said, (what I heard)

Time to open up (what?), (??while they swallow dat(that)??) (Damn)

When you ‘bout to bust (what), you ain’t got to ask (so),

Put it on her face (how), like a costume mask (yeah!),

Don’t be ashamed baby girl, gon’ and do the do (Do ya thang),

You heard of Superhead? (I know you have) Girl she (?two to you?)

They call me Short Dawg (that’s me),

you know that Imma star (they know),

That’s why these girls wanna (what?),

suck on me like a straw,

Cause everywhere I go (go),

and everywhere I be (be),

They drop down to the floor (floor),

like they worship me (see!),

Then she open up, like its 10 o’ clock,

Let me (?????), while my niggas watch,

(Hook)

Verse 2:

She’s a bobble head, not the sharpest tack,

If you hit it once, might not call her back, (probably not)

Makes me wonder how did she graduate? (why’s that?)

She thought the SAT test stood for Saturday, (got Damn)

But you ain’t gotta be smart just to use your head, (That’s how I feel)

Let me have girl, I’ll show you what to do with it, (Uh huh)

Work it up and down, (Come on) move it all around (come on)

There’s wetness everywhere(uh oh!), I think I’m ‘bout to drown, (help me!)

Cause everywhere I go(go), and everywhere I be (be),

They drop down to the floor(floor), like they worship me(see),

And they open up(how?), like it’s 10 o’ clock(ok),

Hold on here I come(uh oh), and I ain’t finna stop,

(Hook)

Verse 3:

Yeah, gon’ and let your boy smash, (better)

We can do it in the car, and I’ll put you on the dash, (right there)

Man but make sure your throat clean,

Now put your mouth on the pipe like a dope fiend

No green for ya, I don’t trick (I don’t trick),

And don’t be tryna run game on me, you ain’t slick (you ain’t slick),

I heard about you from a couple guys in the hood, (in the hood)

They said you’re like a buffer, how you shines up the wood (yes sir!),

Cause baby you a bobble head, (you’s a bobble head),

that’s what my patna said, (that’s what my patna said),

(?You’re ahead of the rest, you shouldn’t be proud of that?)

You a bobble head, (yeah, you’s a bobble head),

that’s what my patna said, (that’s what my patna said),

So let me know where you’re headed,

and I’m following, (and I’m following)

(Hook)

Short Dawg, Tyga & Lil Wayne – I Just Wanna Hit Lyrics

Posted May 25, 2010 by shortdawgblog
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I Just Wanna Hit

Short Dawg, Tyga, Lil Wayne

(Tyga)

Listen, Listen yall wanna hear a story here it go,

Sexual, she’s so X-rated where the kids can’t go,

Think so, I know so experienced a week ago

Expedia.com to her throat, but still classy though

Which bothered me, like Amish people in my area code

3-1-0, Tyga man for her ringtone,

So I never call her when she’s home, only cell phone,

She hate it when I put her on hold, especially for other hoes, (Im Sorry)

Say wait, I’m a rapper and it runs in the family,

Young Money family, GED family

I’m average, accepting all challenges,

Sexy can I feel you with this camera and Kardashian ya…

And I don’t need no hook for this shit,

Tyga Tyga man only wanna hit! (I do, I do)

I don’t need no hook for this shit, (no, no, no!)

I’m just tryna hit, like I can’t miss!

(Short Dawg)

Girl come over here let me whisper in your ear,

And say the type of things that have you dripping like a tear,

So I can treat it like a car crash and hit you from the rear,

And leave your man mad cause you been missing for a year,

Chea, Peep the youngin swag

You heard a bunch of braggin’

But she ain’t ever had nobody hit it like a punchin’ bag,

You ain’t never got smashed in the backseat of a drop Jag,

Legs in the air, while the cops pass,

She tried to tell me that she never did a rapper,

So I pulled out my lollipop and let her lick the rapper (What up Wayne)

And I never kiss her after, I pass her to my dawgs,

Yeah, they like lottery numbers,

girl you have to hit ‘em all,

See, first they start to choose,

Now probably pussy’s oozin’

In a second, Imma have her naked like Marques Houston,

Yep, you messin’ with the boy of Houston,

Robert Davis in my cup so let’s start this screwin’ (Sing to ‘em Short)

And I don’t need no hook for this shit, (oh yeah? And why’s that?)

Cause she gon’ let me hit(she gon’ let me hit)

Yep, she gon’ let me hit (she gon’ let me hit)

Yep, she gon’ let me hit!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, ummm,

Uh, uh, uh, uh, ummmmm,

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh – (laughs)

Ok, now shawty take your clothes off,

And Imma hit it, Imma hit it ‘till we doze off,

And when we wake up Imma hit it ‘till we doze off,

She say her pussy is the spot

And Im like if that’s the case Imma beat it like Johnnie Cochran

And I’m a rocket like Houston I’m leanin’

Aint nothin’ between me and you but this bikini,

Now can I take it off ya,

Rub my tongue across ya,

I do it so right,

She called me an author,

But I am just a Carter,

Yeah I’m just a Carter,

Straight to the Carter

Yeah, that’s where I Raw it up,

And I swear Imma make her cheer like victory,

Shawty, shawty you can get speared like Britney, literally!

And I don’t need no hook for this shit,

Im just tryna hit it, hit it like I cant miss!

Shawty I don’t need no hook for this shit,

Im just tryna hit it, hit it like I cant miss!

Come Down The Pole Ft. Mack Maine

Posted May 19, 2010 by shortdawgblog
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[chorus]

(Soon as she come down the pole)

 Ima put her number in my phone,

Give her some Patron, and take her home so I can bone

(Soon as she come down the pole)

Ima call her over for a dance,

Pretend that I’m her man, while she grindin on my pants

(Soon as she come down the pole)

 Ima tell her meet me in the lot,

Let her know I got a empty up in the drop

(Soon as she come down the pole)

I might just give this girl a key,

So pack up all your ones,

 boo you’re coming with me

[Short Dawg]

Good lord, oh my damn

I don’t like pork, but I see shawty goin ham

So I stepped up to the stage,

let her know just who I am

She whispered in my ear, “Me and My Drank” my favorite jam

And I like your verse the best Short

But that aint the best part

She aint got kids cuz I don’t see no stretch marks

Dollars in my hand, so I got another dance

She make me wanna cuff her like the bottom of my pants

Ahhh man! 

Back it up like a dump truck

She want bucks, cuz she bad like my conduct

I think that Ima move her in my condo, might even let my moms know

[chorus]

[Mack Maine]

(Bitch I’m Mack Maine)

She slides down the pole better than the fireman

Tabasco between her legs, she got that fire man

No stretch marks, birthday suit is her attire, man

If her pussy was a drug, i couldn’t get no higher, damn

Let me take me a puff of this

Sergeant Mack, see tonight, yeah im cuffin this

She got that work, and she got ass and titties

Monday nights, you can catch her up in Magic City

On Tuesday, she in Onyx

Weekends in Strokers

She keep her mouth closed, and she bust that pussy open

Got niggas throwin dollars, cuz they praying and hoping

Keep that up girl, you’ll be richer than Oprah

[Chorus]

[Short Dawg]

Ima tell her she a beast

Cuz she make a nigga wanna put her name on the lease

Girl you got me in this club, and I don’t wanna leave

You make me wanna cuff you like the bottom of my sleeve

And I don’t even know your name

I don’t care

You make a nigga wish this was a bed, and not a chair

Sorry if I stare

But u cause a rise in my Levi’s

I bet you she gon be mine

[Chorus]

Soon as she come down the pole (2x)

I Got Paper ft. Lil Twist

Posted May 19, 2010 by shortdawgblog
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Lyrics to I Got Paper :
(feat. Lil’ Twist)

[Hook: Chris Brown sample chopped]
I got paper girl,
I get it poppin,

[Lil Twist:]
Yeah,
Uh I got paper girl
And I get it poppin,
Lil Twist never stoppin,
Got the game rockin,
Why should I stop that,
I’m sittin on top comfertable like a top hot,
Askin weezy for the G4 next city left back,
This is where the boss at,
Young money tall stacks,
Uh huh,
Haters step yo paper up,
I got too much of that paper my bank teller that’s enough,
And my balance say whoa,
And my girl say wow,
And my watch says bling,
And my chain say blow,
But darn I can’t lose cause I’m stuck in a loop,
Turn on yo local news high speed testin the coupe

[Hook]

[Short Dawg:]
She say she wanna roll with a nigga like fresh,
Cause I got paper,
I got paper,
And when I hit the door she be gettin undressed,
Cause I got paper,
I got paper,

Yea,
So baby holla at a playa cause yo dude square,
Some people visit to jamaica we can move their,
Change yo residents,
Hit the gucci store and get a fit,
My credit card black like the president,
And you know my pocket full of paper like a note book,
If they holla Short is in the place you get yo hoe took,
It’s young money,
Them boys is too fly,
And we can get it poppin like the 4th of July cause,

[Hook]

[Short Dawg:]
Let’s get it poppin,
We can hit the tropics,
Tear up the malls like we christmas shoppin,
I’m in the drop with the system knockin.
Chicks is watchin,
Twist is poppin,
We got the paper,
Gotta watch the haters,
They run they mouth just like commentators,
Like they watch us ball,
Cops and all,
So I keeps it clean like socks and draws,
My pants fresh,
Chicks sayin yes,
Cause I’m the cat they can’t wait to sex,
She say my voice it just makes her wet,
So she gave me head till she sprained her neck,
I got more hoes than I can handle,
I’m on top of the cake like a candle,
They mad at us cause we stackin bucks,
But the haters get rode on like a camel,
SHORT

[Lil Twist:]
I got paper like the first day of school,
But I didn’t wake up with it I had to pay the first dues,
Yup,
8 years was not easy,
But now it’s payin off I’m gettin paper like easy,
They gonna have to free me,
Come get me out the TV,
I got money to blow like stunna drake and weezy,
I think it’s kinda great that these kids wanna be me,
I got Jacksons in my pocket baby girl shout out to Rebe(?)

[Hook]

Check My Stats lyrics

Posted April 10, 2010 by shortdawgblog
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Short Dawg – Check My Stats

Im the H-town representa
My name is Short Dawg
And im the Southern Flame Spitta nigga

the dope game gravy
rap game easy but the dope game gravy
got a cocaine flow if you want it come and pay me

Yeah, C-note on the snare,
And imma bout to spend a c-note on my hair
Bring the barber to the crib, show em where I live
Cuz when it come to ballin Im like Jordan or Shaquille
I woulda said Kobe but nigga im a legend
Chillin with a diva getting head like Excedrin
Favorite color blue and my favorite number 5
If I aint up in the hood im in ya baby mother thighs
Straight from H town got it tatted on my arm
White Cup in my palm chain hangin like Saddam
Yeah im talkin Hussein, nigga you lame
Might see me in the A with Tity 2 Chain
Nothin but playaz In my circle, holla at my nigga Dolla
Yeah the boy a dawg I should probly get a collar
Dropped out of college still a academic scholar
Coulda made a woman proud but id rather make em hollla

Cuz Im ballin check a nigga stats
Takin off my shirt just to let em see the tats,
Ice on my wrist, kick matchin with the hats
Gotta stay fresh, yeah im flyer than a gnat
Check a nigga stats
Check a nigga stats
They see Im A-Rod’n
Check a nigga stats
They call me baby Jordan
 Check a nigga stats
I should be up in the Garden
Check a nigga stats

4000 block yeah that’s what Im known to rep
Syrup in my soda pop so you know I overslept,
But as soon as I wake Im thinkin bout the cake
Crack the safe now im goin thru the green like a rake
(count it….)
(998,000)
(999,000)
My bad I was addin up the stacks,
Now im putting rubberbands on em like a plat
Hit the Moneygram send some bread to my fam
See my name in the system got the feds in a jam
Like he aint even drop so he getting guap
Cuz I aint talkin shoestrings  when ya see me with a knot
They know Im worth cash when the youngn merve (?) past
Sittin on them leather seats like im ridin first class
Get ya feelings hurt bad if you bring ya woman out
Girls call me lil Richard cuz I make em wanna shout

When Im ballin check a nigga stats
Takin off my shirt just to let em see the tats,
Ice on my wrist, kick matchin with the hats
Gotta stay fresh, yeah  flyer than a gnat
Check a nigga stats
Check a nigga stats
They see Im A-Rod’n
Check a nigga stats
They call me baby Jordan
 Check a nigga stats
I should be up in the Garden
Check a nigga stats

Im in the slab swangin like A-rod,
This lil nigga ballin so they call me Nate Rob
Walkin out the mall workers tell me great job
While Im headin to the condo pullin out my grey fob
Access Granted but this aint BET
Chicks in the lobby passin out when they see its me
Live in the flesh this guy is the best
They tell me I should rock the number 5 on my chest
 the way im…..

Im ballin check a nigga stats
Takin off my shirt just to let em see the tats,
Ice on my wrist, kick matchin with the hats
Gotta stay fresh, yeah  flyer than a gnat
Check a nigga stats
Check a nigga stats
They see Im A-Rod’n
Check a nigga stats
They call me baby Jordan
 Check a nigga stats
I should be up in the Garden
Check a nigga stats

Chyea
C-Note on the track
And im about to spent a c-note on my hat
Chyea
Kid famous I see you Fresh
You know how we does it baby
H-Town representa
H-Town representa
Young Elvis Freshley on the check out
And imam show you what bein Fresh bout

Got It 4 Da Low Lyrics

Posted April 10, 2010 by shortdawgblog
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Short Dawg – Got It 4 da Low

It’s Short Dawg nigga…

Look,
Got money on my mind
Pocket full of dough
Money in the air
Money on the floor
See im getting money
Everywhere I go,
If you need it holla at me boy I Got it for da low

Ay Shawty what’s the deal
Man I got it for da low
Got it for da low
Got it for da low
Niggas aint snitchin but I got it for da low
Got it for da low
Got it for da low

Look, y’know I got it for da low,
So anything you need just come and holla at ya boy
I get a lotta- y’know I got it for da low
So anything you need just come and holla at ya boy
y’know I got it for da low
So anything you need just come and holla at ya boy
I get a lotta green so im hotter than a stove
But keep it real discreet I’ll turn a house into a store
Open up shop and never leave out the house
Hustle all day chasin cheese like a mouse
Pick my chick up 50 g’s in a pouch
And this big cup full of lean make me slouch,
Every season I floss, keep green and the soft
Got hard and the white, few machines in the couch
Which mean s im a boss
Need work? Ill employ ya
Duffle bag boy with more cases than a lawyer
Still in these streets kuz this rap game’ll bore ya
But im Torn in between the two like Letoya
And I still keep the eagle on me like a quarter
So don’t get mad if you try to speak and I ignore ya

Got money on my mind
Pocket full of dough
Money in the air
Money on the floor
See im getting money
Everywhere I go,
If you need it holla at me boy I Got it for da low

Ay Shawty what’s the deal
Man I got it for da low
Got it for da low
Got it for da low
Niggas aint snitchin but I got it for da low
Got it for da low
Got it for da low

Look, im what you fags fear
All of the smokers bring the cash here,
Cuz I got the dro to get you high as a girrafe’s ear
They don’t wanna see me blow so I keep a mag near
Sell a couple balls then Im gone like last year
Flow’s like last year niggas cant see me with it
I hope you catchin every line
Niggas call me talkin reckless tryna get me some time
That’s why my cell phone tapped like Gregory Hines
So just keep it on the DL, I guarantee if he tell
Imam put the glock to his ear like a seashell
Dawg, Im tryna cop a big crib and a V12
Cuz all I see is money I aint thinkin bout a female

Got money on my mind
Pocket full of dough
Money in the air
Money on the floor
See im getting money
Everywhere I go,
If you need it holla at me boy I Got it for da low

Ay Shawty what’s the deal
Man I got it for da low
Got it for da low
Got it for da low
Niggas aint snitchin but I got it for da low
Got it for da low
Got it for da low

Now don’t be surprised if you seen Im on the block,
Same clothes all week that just means im getting guap,
Just cuz im rappin that don’t mean Im finna stop,
Dawg I hustle for a livin I aint even gotta drop
No cash on me use the Visa when I shop
No tags on it when Im leavin out the lot,
No top either told em keep it like the change
Im ballin right now I aint even out the game,
Mane that’s why the hood show your man’s love
They know I get it in bulk like Sams’s Club
So holla at me if you need work,
Got 4 da Low, Read the T-Shirt
Got money on my mind
Pocket full of dough
Money in the air
Money on the floor
See im getting money
Everywhere I go,
If you need it holla at me boy I Got it for da low

Ay Shawty what’s the deal
Man I got it for da low
Got it for da low
Got it for da low
Niggas aint snitchin but I got it for da low
Got it for da low
Got it for da low

Short Dawg Ft Blu-Mega: SouthernFlameSpitta lyrics

Posted April 10, 2010 by shortdawgblog
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Short Dawg ft. Blu-Mega – SouthernFlameSpitta

[Short Dawg]
Its Short Dawg nigga!
Yo Mega holla at em bro!
[Blu-Mega]
Come too far to quit,The flow hard as shit,
Since the start he been spittin like a retarded kid,
Yeah the bars is sick, He’s an arsonist,
Burn the booth down the sound captures the audience,
These other artists nothing but lame niggas,
Aint nothing hotter than the Southern Flame Spitta
Yeah that Short Dawg,Fire, spittin Butane,
Bro gon lace these niggas up like shoestrings

[Short Dawg]
Im ike a bad blunt, stay on the cash hunt,
So be cool while I take em to school like a sack lunch,
I done it all yeah I even sold crack once,
Nigga Im the Southern flame Spitta get ya track munched,
Or get smacked up while you being interviewed,
My goons’ll put the pump to you like a inner-tube,
This nigga rude like Ravishing Rick,
The type to give you dap though Im smashin ya chick,
I know a lotta niggas mad I exist and wanna kill me,
Cuz even with the condom on all the hoes feel me,
I sip syrup and still get girls,
Even the dykes know I might Steal hers like Pittsburgh,
A bit slurred but im ill when I spit words,
Jump fly and imam pop you like a blister,
Short Dawg, but for short dawg, call me Mister,
Like a volleyball you can get served (Tell em fresh!)

[Blu-Mega]

come too far to quit, The flow hard as shit,
Since the start he been spittin like a retarded kid,
Yeah the bars is sick, He’s an arsonist,
Burn the booth down the sound captures the audience,
These other artists nothing but lame niggas,
Aint nothing hotter than the Southern Flame Spitta
Yeah that’s Short Dawg ,Fire, spittin Butane,
Bro gon lace these niggas up like shoestrings

[Short Dawg]
Ok I fall off in the club middle finger to the DJs
Cuz niggas sleepin on me like they PJs,
But Imma blow anyway believe me,
This rap thang is easy,
Because I got a gift like its my Bday
The freaks say that Im more fly than any nigga ya seen
And I got more dimes than a vending machine
These rap giants lookin like a bunch of midgets to me,
Who cant walk in my shoes, cant fit in my jeans,
See the difference between me and you is that I do this
Press a button turn the hard top into a nudist,
Pull up in a slab that’s old school like my granny,
But run up on me wrong and imam pop you like a Xanny
Yall niggas must got me confused like a tranny,
Cup in my hand whiter than Dakota Fanning,
So I might just fall asleep even if im standin,
That’s why I stay behind the tint like im goin campin (Mega!)

[Blu-Mega]
Come too far to quit, The flow hard as shit,
Since the start he been spittin like a retarded kid,
Yeah the bars is sick, He’s an arsonist,
Burn the booth down the sound captures the audience,
These other artists nothing but lame niggas,
Aint nothing hotter than the Southern Flame Spitta
Yeah that’s Short Dawg, Fire, spittin Butane,
Bro gon lace these niggas up like shoestrings

[Short Dawg]
Am I done, No. My brother told me give em one more
Lets talk about how they tried to knock me like the front door
But the flow is outta here,
Compare the boy to soccer gear,
Watch me as I kick it like Umbro,
From Sunnyside to Humboldt,
They know about the dumb flow,
Young pro big man in Houston like Mutombo,
I don’t want ya girlfriend ill take her tongue though,
Cuz her head game on point like Rondo (Pause)
As I get em out they draws,
Hit the volume on they sidekicks forget about they calls,
But it aint because I rhyme sick, nigga not at all
but I beat it like a convict when inside them walls,
My niggas on lock felt me,
The flow tight and I don’t write like a left get it,
Matter fact the flow nasty like belching,
Somebody get a towel the mic melted (Big Bro!)

[Blu-Mega
Come too far to quit, The flow hard as shit,
Since the start he been spittin like a retarded kid,
Yeah the bars is sick, He’s an arsonist,
Burn the booth down the sound captures the audience,
These other artists nothing but lame niggas,
Aint nothing hotter than the Southern Flame Spitta
Yeah that’s Short Dawg, Fire, spittin Butane,
Bro gon lace these niggas up like shoestrings