Whatcha Got Too $hort (Ft. Pimp C)

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Show me whatcha workin' wit', bitch, whatcha got
I really wanna fuck witcha, bitch, whatcha got
I said show me whatcha workin' wit', bitch, whatcha got
I see you bendin' over, young bitch, whatcha got
I said show me whatcha workin' wit', bitch, whatcha got
Drop it to the ground, young bitch, whatcha got
I said show me whatcha workin' wit', bitch, whatcha got
It's really goin' down, young bitch, whatcha got

[Post-Chorus: Pimp C]
Show that monkey, ho, bend it over, bitch
Show that monkey, ho, show that pussy, bitch
Show that monkey, ho, bend it over, bitch
Show that monkey, ho, show that pussy, bitch

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I ain't the one to be makin' it rain
But every damn day I be grippin' on grain
A hundred and seventy karats in my piece and my chain
I like knowledge but I love good brain
Never been to college but I got a degree
In breakin' a bitch, I got a Ph.D
I remember '98, Atlanta gentlemen's club
Buyin' out the bar, smokin' light green drugs
Free Big Meech, nigga; break a Georgia peach, nigga
First verse upfront, ain't no speech, nigga
She jump in the Lambo, money from my pocket
Fuckin' 'round with me, I knock your pussy outta socket