Lyrics Think I'm Lyin'? - Too $hort , Chris Lie

I hit a late night spot, it's on lock
I don't need to feel a bitch if she ain't hot
Every night I'm on some player shit
I got a real hoe and a square bitch
I try to tell her I'm only a rapper
Won't call her a bitch or slap her
You think I'm lying? I Probably am
Too Short baby I got 'em again
Girl you dance nasty
Are you a stripper?
She'll do anything, but you ain't got to tip her
She makes you feel so special
You bought a big ring and carried her across the treshold
Bank wires and western unions
When she gone what you think that "Hef" will be doin'?
Her and her friend is what I'm definitely doing
And don't ask why they let me run through em
You think that I'm lying?
Probably am
Does that make me less of a man
Guess not... Judge by the thing in my pants
Guess not... judge by the way that you dance
Think that I'm drunk?
Probably am
Does that make me less of a man
Guess so. judge by the way that I dance
But guess what?
I hit the spot, I'm Kim Jung ill
Rock hot – style distilled@
They shocked how I'm killing it
Flossing like shit
On lock like a veteran
Hardening the grip
Pardon me mama I'm harder than a drill
You looking at me like you're starving for a meal
About ready to go
Shorty dance upon me like Lee is a pole
You must be some kind of pro
Shake that, shake that
But I don't get that body language though
'Scuse me Marie.Let me look it up in my dick-tionary
Oh 'scuse me this is Rick and Gary
Now it's time to take you home and strip you Marie.