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  • Where them ***** hoes at?
  • E-feezey!
  • Too scheezy!
  • We off the heezy foscheezy baby!
  • Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!
  • Niggaz aint havin no cheesy like us main!
  • They aint havin no raveez!
  • Shit.
  • Haha you know us.
  • Where k-ceeezi at man? tell him sing that shit.
  • Lace dem fools or something.
  • Beotch!
  • Chorus: k-ci
  • Say that you got it all
  • Love the way you players ball
  • Everyday youre at the mall
  • Tell me is it true or false
  • Say that you got it all
  • Love the way you players ball
  • Claimin that your mail is tall
  • Tell me is it true or false
  • Verse one: e-40, too $hort
  • I put my mack hand down aint never been asound
  • I was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town
  • Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz member
  • Earl, brat, and denell dem boys from vallel
  • At every light its automatic, burn rubber
  • See my folkers in the traffic, whassup erb
  • Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
  • My potnah $hort got hoes in it
  • Im always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
  • I do that shit for real and youll never say Im wrong
  • S-500 straight sittin on twenties
  • Tv in the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
  • Im too $hort baby been down since the eighties
  • For the last eight years rode around in a mercedes
  • Lexus, trucks, drop-vette, caddy
  • *****es dont call me by my name they call me daddy
  • Chorus
  • Verse two: e-40, too $hort
  • K-ci $hort e-40 fonzarelli
  • Ill probably never have long money like ross perilli
  • But shit we just want a hip
  • Dont want the whole plate
  • Dont put the two on the ten, dont ever perpetrate
  • Like a lot of these fools I see on tv
  • With the armani chanel versus versacci
  • Why mother*****ers cant be broke sometimes?
  • Sometimes its cool to floss
  • But dont buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car
  • Before you buy a house
  • They always said I couldnt rap, I just say *****
  • I guess the *****, made me rich
  • And now you wanna call me hardcore
  • While I be steppin out the shower on a marble floor
  • I paid the irs taxes send fedex and faxes
  • This industryll is like *****in, fat *****es
  • All work and no play, I do it everyday
  • Anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40
  • Chorus
  • Verse three: e-40, too $hort
  • We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paper
  • Ultrafied all-inclusive trips, montego jamaica
  • Front row seats at the ultimate fights, shamrock and severin
  • Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens
  • Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribs
  • Smokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blacony, barbecuin ribs
  • The more scrilla, the merrier
  • I represent the ya area
  • I walk from foothill and paperscourt to sixty-seven macarthur
  • To freddie b house to make tapes with my potnah
  • Hit arroyo park, we had tapes for sale
  • Got a paper bag full of that, cant you tell
  • Its funky, everybody nod they head like this
  • I said *****, and everybody read my lips
  • I got rich, suckin up the game from the o
  • And even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow
  • I survived cuz I got mo, game than them
  • It came straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimps
  • It was my destiny, I came the same every time
  • So dont question me, I transfer the game in the rhymes
  • Im not a freestyler, dont rap for free main
  • Its paystyle on mine, cuz I love money main
  • Landrovers and toyota, lexuses
  • Six-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor mercedeses
  • We dont be savin hoes, *****es be savin us
  • ***** disrespect me in my car, ***** best to catch the bus
  • I keep a briefcase full of game, while yall be ear-hustlin
  • Aint no paperback pimpin nigga, we aint strugglin
  • Chorus
  • Verse four: too $hort
  • Im shorty the pimp, I come funky
  • Again and again, they say when will it end?
  • Maybe never, cause I can still spit it
  • But I aint rappin for cheese, I want meal tickets
  • Gotta start somewhere, and Im past that
  • For the right scratch, I be the last mack
  • So stick yaself pretty tony
  • You tryin ta make a hit, but your shit sounds phony
  • Not like at&t but like et
  • You cant be me, so would you please see
  • If you can keep my name out your mouth
  • Cause you dont really know what the games all about
  • Its bout feedin the family, not freakin in the benz
  • Instead of rentin, pay for that roof on your head
  • And stop pimpin in your mind knowin you a trick
  • Put your hustle down playa go an hit you a lick
  • *****!
  • (thats writ, too scheezi, ant banks, forty fonzarelli, k-ci)
  • Damn is that right?
  • (thats right)

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