where them naked hoes at?
we off the heezy fo'scheezy baby!
off the heezy i thought you theezy!
niggaz ain't havin no cheesy like us main!
they ain't havin no raveez!
shit. haha you know us. where k-ceeezi at man? tell him sing that shit. lace dem fools or something. beotch!
love the way you players ball
everyday you're at the mall
tell me is it true or false
love the way you players ball
claimin that your mail is tall
tell me is it true or false
i put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
i was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town
and denell dem boys from vallel
at every light it's automatic
see my folkers in the traffic
follow that cab it got dope in it
my potnah $hort got hoes in it
i'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
i do that shit for real and you'll never say i'm wrong
s-500 straight sittin on twenties
tv in the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
i'm too $hort baby been down since the eighties
for the last eight years rode around in a mercedes
bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
k-ci $hort e-40 fonzarelli
i'll probably never have long money like ross perilli
but shit we just want a hip
don't want the whole plate
don't put the two on the ten
like a lot of these fools i see on tv
with the armani chanel versus versacci
why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?
sometimes it's cool to floss
but don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car
they always said i couldn't rap
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 industry'll is like fuckin
anyway cuz i gotta stay paid 40
we throw parties on big-ass boats
ultrafied all-inclusive trips
front row seats at the ultimate fights
long expensive fuh-flights
smokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blacony
i walk from foothill and paperscourt to sixty-seven macarthur
to freddie b house to make tapes with my potnah
got a paper bag full of that
everybody nod they head like this
and everybody read my lips
suckin up the game from the o
and even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow
it came straight from the prostitutes
i came the same every time
i transfer the game in the rhymes
six-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor mercedeses
bitch disrespect me in my car
bitch best to catch the bus
i keep a briefcase full of game
while y'all be ear-hustlin
ain't no paperback pimpin nigga
they say when will it end?
cause i can still spit it
but i ain't rappin for cheese
so stick yaself pretty tony
but your shit sounds phony
not like at&t but like et
if you can keep my name out your mouth
cause you don't really know what the game's all about
it's bout feedin the family
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