Too Short - Where They At? Lyrics
Hook:Where they at? where they at?Where the hoes at? where they at?Where the *****es at? where they at?Where they at? where they at?Yeah, where they at?Where the hoes at? where they at?Where the *****es at? where they at?Where they at? where they at?Verse 1: (captain save em, too $hort)Captain save em:Yall niggas always talkin bad about a breezy,Talkin bout that young-ass, rich-ass nigga too sheezyAlways callin a woman out a name,Callin her a bee-eye-itch, now thats a shameWhat if somebody called your woman that?Youd be all up at the century club boy with your stri-napTalkin bout Ill never save a ho,Then why you have that breezy drivin your big-body benz for?You say you only out to get some head, and then to stab,But I see you up at montys feedin her lobster and crabThey say that captain is a playas worst enemy, so whats next?You just mad cuz I got more hoes than you got diamonds on your rolexToo $hort:I realize after makin 6 platinums in a rowThe shit was easy, so I had to get some moI never did like stiff hoes,I ***** like a rap, aint no quick flowsIm a california nigga, born and bred,Got a wild imagination when Im on the bedI love my woman, I love her girlfriend and her sister,Felt on her mommas booty but never kissed herBeen mackin on these hoes since the 8-0s,It dont take much for me to break hoesYou must be dreamin, if my ***** chose you,We in another lifetime, my game is foolproofIt wont happen, as long as shes my *****,I give a ***** if you fake pimps peep my shitCuz imma mack these hoes like never befo,And everytime I grab the mic I gotta better flowHookVerse 2: (too $hort)I went from rappin about the clothes I was wearin at a party,To all the hoes that let me see their ***** bodiesIts not an overnight transition thing,I wasnt born pimpin hoes wearin pinky ringsNever walked around sayin who am i?Cuz when I seen old movies like superflyIt was my destiny, to live a pimp legacy,And reach levels other niggas never seeIn 81 I rapped friendly, but now its on,One day I said somethin on the microphoneAbout sixteen hoes, suckin ten toes,People loved it, thats how the story goesIts true, in 1982,Me and freddy b sold the tapes to youX-rated, talkin bout *****es and thugs,All the dope-dealers gettin rich sellin drugsToo $hort bumpin in the background,You thought I retired, ***** Im back nowLike a house party, or a side show,I got the spanish, black and white hoesAsk an east oakland nigga, I bet you he know,Is she mixed with japanese or fillapino?I always spit the game when I rap,All I wanna know is where the hoes at?Hook