Lyrical Breakdown of Ain't No Bitches - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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(Ain't no bitches like the ones I got)
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
I gotta keep a fat knot it don't stop, bitch
(Ain't no bitches like the ones I got)
When I take 'em to the spot, you know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy, all I got is top-notch
Gotta keep a fat knot, it don't stop
I'm the super player, I got women everywhere
I know you love a square, I don't care
I still get it, anytime I want to
Call her at the house, I think she said, "Come through"
I'm coming, every time I see her
That's what I'm doing, I can't believe you
When you tell me, she's all yours
'Cause when I have her on the floor, down on all fours
She said it's mine, and that's for sure
If you come around when I'm near, you gotta go
'Cause you don't nothing 'bout this ballers work
When we was players coming up we knocked all the girls
And now I just go out and take my pick
If you gotta enough game, you can take my bitch
I won't hate you, try to clown, I'll put you down
'Cause I got women all over this town (bitch)
(Ain't no bitches like the ones I got)
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it don't stop, bitch
(Ain't no bitches like the ones I got)
When I take 'em to the spot, you know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy, all I got is top-notch
Gotta keep a fat knot, it don't stop
You couldn't be a better player then me
You ain't got enough game, you couldn't take her from me
You ain't even have a chance, not with me in the picture
You even got the last dance to see what it could gets you
Nothing, broken-hearted and lonely
'Cause when it's over, she's going home with me
Five foot nine, short hair big booty
Looking like the leading lady starring in a movie
Fly crib, Mercedes-Benz
She loves niggas like me and my shady friends
And when we hang out, don't count the champagne bottles
Thinking I'm drunk, I don't play game lotto
I put the game down from the start
And you ain't nothing but a dumb ass mark
She started teasing when she saw the red carpet
What did you say, nigga? Get your ass in the car bitch
(Ain't no bitches like the ones I got)
All top notches gotta stay on top
We party all night and we make a lot
I gotta keep a fat knot it don't stop, bitch
(Ain't no bitches like the ones I got)
When I take 'em to the spot, you know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy, all I got is top-notch
Gotta keep a fat knot, it don't stop
Hoochies, cheerleaders, groupies, beer drinkers
High class stuck up hoes, that getting real freaky
Lawyers, nurses, police women, teachers
If she's a top-notch, I keep her
Tall ass models, skinny and shit, big tities, short and thick
All complexions, different nationalities
Pimp game from East Oakland, out to Cali
Keep 'em teenage to middle age, is she paid?
'Cause if she ain't, what can she make
If I see a bad bitch I ain't fin away, I'm gonna holla at her
I can't discriminate, it's not about the sex, not all the time
'Cause I'm trying to get in her mind
Like when you stand and just stare at the ocean
I help you manage your emotions, bitch
(Ain't no bitches like the ones I got)
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it don't stop, bitch
(Ain't no bitches like the ones I got)
When I take 'em to the spot, you know they all look hot
Like I said homeboy, all I got is top-notch
Gotta keep a fat knot, it don't stop
Ain't no bitches like my bitches
I know you think you gotta lotta hoes, nigga
And you probably do, but there's one fact that'll always be true
You couldn't be a better player than me, nigga
Life is, life is too short, so keep trying, nigga, keep trying
Number one, player of the year, player of the decade
Player of the century, player of the motherfucking millennium
And his name is Too $hort, bitch