Too Short - The Old Fashioned Way Lyrics
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"][Verse One]What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G'sHow much cash you got that you can lend me?Think I'll pay you back, think you flossin hardwhen you ridin down the strip in yo' boss's car?With your silver chain on and your fake diamondsCain't do it right but you stay tryinYou got big dreams, to hit a lick quickAnd buy a brand new house, but you ain't get shitWouldn't even know what to do if you had breadHow to be a baller - can you pass the test?There's more than one way to hit the topTrunk full of dope nigga don't get stoppedTake it to the house and bag it upMake that money and stack it upOr spend it all in one place, what you want from me?I can't tell you how to run yo' companyAnd don't start *****in bout Too $hortWhat the ***** I wanna listen to you fo'?Look at you, you ain't all that successfulThem plates ain't made out of CristalYou just regular, plain ol' frontinYou come from nowhere and you don't claim nuttinStop bein phony, actin hella hardGirl at the mall, maxin your credit cardAnswer your cell phone, now you smilinTalk to your girl, man it's been a whilesince she left to go shoppin, girl where you at?She out havin lunch with a player mackI'm in the background, don't trip partnerJust munchin on the lunch that your ***** bought meShe don't love you, she just used to youGot your mom and them wonderin what she do to you[Chorus]I don't pay hoes, I turn 'emI teach hoes, you learn 'emHow we get them hoes, don't concern 'emThe old fashioned way, we earn 'emI been in the game, I did itI'm true to the game, I'm so committedI got a lot of hoe money, where you get itThe old fashioned way, I just spit it[Verse Two]I'm pimpish, I never let hoes pimp meI let one ***** get me, and instantlyshe dipped to Mexico, I'ma get you hoeI'ma find you and check you like a physicalI'm not a doctor, but I cut a ***** openWith this game have her broken never quit hoeinA bad habit, I picked up along the wayBreak a *****, and make a new song every dayI do my own thing, I'm originalI was "Born to Mack" when I came in the do'Just so you know, I got the game from the EastLake Merritt(?) to Sobranny(?) in them East Oakland streetsTook my game on the road, became a millionaireTell the world get ready for a real playerAnd so it happened, I grabbed the mic and start rappinMake that money keep stackinI made a new album, fourteen timesHoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhyminI got rich screamin *****My favorite word; I hear it on - E'RYBODY shitAnd when they say it like me, I couldn't want mo'Send a special thanks out to yo' Uncle $hortDo yo' thang nephew, y'know I'm down witchaStay strapped, watch yo' back, don't let the town getchaAnd when you get mad, try to use your brainGet some street etiquette, don't abuse the gameYou know us real ones, you know we never biteWhen these hoes start shit you know we never fightCause I'd be layin on the ground feelin real sillyAll I did was ***** his *****, that nigga still killed meAnd even though I know a sucker spent all his cashJust so he could ***** and try to get some ass[Chorus]
