Where them naked hoes at?

E-feezey, Too Scheezy
We off the heezy fo` Scheezy baby
Off the heezy, I thought you theezy
Ni**az ain`t havin` no cheesy like us main

They ain`t havin` no raveez
S**t, haha you know us
Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that s**t
Lace dem fools or something, beotch

Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you`re 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?

I put my mack hand down ain`t never been a sound
I was havin` B R E A D way before this rap game ni**a been town
Thought you theezy, for sheezy, ni**az `member
Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from Vallel

At every light it`s automatic, burn rubber
See my folkers in the traffic, whassup ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah Short got hoes in it

I`m always hearin` rappers big ballin` on their songs
I do that s**t 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 Short baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don`t call me by my name they call me daddy

Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you`re 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?

K-Ci Short, E-40 Fonzarelli
I`ll probably never have long money like Ross Perilla
But s**t we just want a hip, don`t want the whole plate
Don`t put the two on the ten, don`t ever perpetrate

Like a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the Armani Channel Versus Versacci
Why motherf**kers can`t be broke sometimes?
Sometimes it`s cool to floss
But don`t buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car
Before you buy a house

They always said, I couldn`t rap, I just say bitch
I guess the bitch, 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 industry is like f**kin`, fat bitches
All work and no play, I do it everyday
Anyway `cuz I gotta stay paid 40

Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you`re 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?

We throw parties on big-ass boats, ni**az wrap they paper
Ultrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin`
Long expensive fuh-flights, up there in the heavens

Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribs
Smokin` blunts and drinkin` brew on the balcony, barbecuein` ribs
The more scrilla, the merrier
I represent the ya area

I walk from Foothill and Papers Court 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, can`t you tell?

It`s funky, everybody nod their head like this
I said bitch, 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 don`t question me, I transfer the game in the rhymes

I`m not a free styler, don`t rap for free main
It`s Paystyle on mine, `cuz I love money main
Land Rovers and Toyota, Lexuses
Six-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor Mercedeses

We don`t be savin` hoes, bitches be savin` us
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` ni**a, we ain`t strugglin`

Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you`re 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?

I`m 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 ain`t rappin` for cheese, I want meal tickets

Gotta start somewhere, and I`m past that
For the right scratch, I be the last mack
So stick ya self Pretty Tony
You tryin` ta make a hit, but your s**t sounds phony

Not like AT&T but like ET
You can`t be me, so would you please see
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, 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, bitch

(That`s writ, Too Scheezi, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli, K-Ci)
Damn is that right?
(That`s right)