Where them naked hoes at? E-feezey, Too Scheezy 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 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 nigga been town Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz 'member Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from VallelAt every light it's automatic, burn rubber See my folkers in the traffic, whassup ERBFollow 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 shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrongS-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 MercedesLexus, 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 shit 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 T VWith the Armani Channel Versus Versacci Why mother****ers 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 ****in', 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, 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 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 MacArthurTo 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 OAnd 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' nigga, 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 shit sounds phony Not like A T&T but like ETYou 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 BenzInstead 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)