Too $hort Feat. E-40, Dolla Will & Mr. F.A.B. I Want Your Girl Lyrics

I want yo' girl, she's so d___ fine
She's s__ier 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 a__ made me lose my breath
She can leave with me, go cruise in my whip
Take her clothes off and do her like hell
If I don't take your girl, who would I get?
Nutted in her mouth and it looked like crack
I said here, brush your teeth with this
And now she's soakin wet, what's next?
Me and yo' girl havin s__
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____ like it's my hood
I'm strapped for the driveby
Turn her out with this "Up All Nite" life

[Chorus]

[E-40]
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 A.M. in the dark
Gettin my d___ sucked, but here come the NARC
Ooooh, tellin me to depart
Went to school with the n____, the n____ used to be a mark
See me on the skippin and skatin
Burnin Pirelli meat, gassin 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__ual
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 T.I., I keep a "Rubberband"
I'm eatin, them n____z is fastin
I f___ off a rack on a pair of Fendi glasses
It ain't nuttin cause I'm Dolla Will
I keep a b____ lookin like she from Brazil
Some n____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

[Chorus]

[Mr. F.A.B.]
BEEP BEEP~! IT'S MEEE
The yellow bus rider, Mr. F.A.B.
I'm the, dumbest of dummies that do it but with P's
Let me borrow your broad, let me borrow your b____
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 scraper, 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___ fine
She's s__ier and looks way better than mine

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