Too Short

[fox69]

"Playa"

"Playa"


[Chorus]
He got money, he got G's
And the finest H-O-E's
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar
(He's a playa!...)
He's a pimp, he's a mack
Tilted brim in a Cadillac
(He's a playa!...)
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar

[Too $hort]
I know those who ain't got it, feel like they want it
And those who got it ain't really gotta flaunt it
It's somethin' that we all go through and it's funny
what a nigga do when ya throw him some money
The first thing I bought was a Cadillac
I put the top down, bitch I ain't havin' that
I got a gang of Rolex's, too many cars
Too many broads, I've been doin' hard
Too $hort baby don't play that shit
I love this game and everyday I get
money and hoes, they can't ease past me
If you don't believe me, ask Jazze

[Chorus]
He got money, he got G's
And the finest H-O-E's
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar
(He's a playa!...)
He's a pimp, he's a mack
Tilted brim in a Cadillac
(He's a playa!...)
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar

[Too $hort]
I'm a ghetto celeb well known in the streets
Ain't spent a night all alone in weeks
Anything you players do is never amazin'
Cause $hort got a bitch, for every occasion
And they ain't just black, they spanish and asian
When I come through they say "Man he's amazin"
I just take two hits, and pass it back
Where you find a white girl with ass like that?
Say it to my face, I can't pimp
Ain't a corner on this earth that I ain't been
Tap my pockets, I'm fat on spinach
I could spend a million dollars in a matter of minutes

[Chorus]
He got money, he got G's
And the finest H-O-E's
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar
(He's a playa!...)
He's a pimp, he's a mack
Tilted brim in a Cadillac
(He's a playa!...)
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar

[Too $hort]
It's all on a bitch, everything I get
From the rims on my whip to the rings I flip
Got a '5 and a '6, you ain't seen my shit?
So clean when I lean with a mean ass grip
I ain't mad at ya player if you're car is loud
Show these motherfuckers what you all about
You got style, like to drive fast and wild?
Pick the girlss with the big ol' ass and smiles
She act foul, you can't hold me down
I burn rubber on a bitch then I'm rollin' out
I do a donut, little kids yellin' wild
They wanna do it, Jazze tell 'em how

[Chorus]
He got money, he got G's
And the finest H-O-E's
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar
(He's a playa!...)
He's a pimp, he's a mack
Tilted brim in a Cadillac
(He's a playa!...)
Lavish homes and luxury cars
He's a ghetto superstar

 

[fox69]

"Playa Fo Life"
(feat. Dom Kennedy & Beeda Weeda)

"Playa Fo Life"
(feat. Dom Kennedy & Beeda Weeda)



[Beeda Weeda]
So many pretty girls
Pop pink bottle, plottin on that pretty pearl
Get it poppin, get it rockin, yeah it's yo' world
Tryin to get you to the house, I'm lookin for a go girl
Get it get it go girl, take it to the flo' girl
I'ma beat it up and let you tell it to my old girl
Playa fo' life, I ain't thinkin of wife
I ain't thinkin of twice; bitch I'm thinkin tonight
Green light she ready, we on that Rozay heavy
We goin straight to the house it ain't no need for the telly
I'm steak eggs and jelly, bitch I'ma fill that belly
She like "Beeda you nasty!" I'm like "Bitch you ready?"
I'm like Snoop and $hort, I don't love these hoes
and only two can roll, cause I love my folks
See I was (Born to Mack), big dick, big house
and by "6 In Tha Mornin'" I be kickin them out (okay!)

[Chorus]
{Hey pre-tty girl - come stay the night with me}
{But in the mor-ning yes bitch you've got to leave}
{And no I can't be your man} I'ma be a playa fo' life
I'ma be a playa fo' life
Bitch; I'ma be a playa fo' life
I'ma be a playa fo' life

[Dom Kennedy]
Look! She love it when I grab those hips
I don't know her name but I had those lips, ay!
Fuck it you a bad lil' bitch
Got an ass so fat that her pants gon' rip, uhh
And I can tell your man ain't shit
Cause she told me all day but she say it ain't shit uhh
And you know I be layin that stick
I be hittin homeruns, you be payin that rent
Yeah I took her to my office, the girl just lost it
$hort came through and you know the bitch tossed it
Why you always axe how much shit costin?
Real money know that you ain't even gotta floss it
My Roley don't tick and you wastin my time
I want you home girl look I'm changin my mind
I really live what I say in my rhymes
and I never chase hoes, gotta stay on my grind like

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
... You want the keys and the codes
to the house and the safe, spinach frees at the stove?
But bitch - I don't shoot hoop I shoot bitches to the left
I charge these hoes for the game and the dick!!
I'm from the O-A-K
So I already know what the hoe gon' say
I need to lock her down, and wife her up
but I don't wanna marry her, I just like to fuck!
When your mother was a young thang... I knew her
Even back then, I ain't wanna do her
And now... I don't fuck cougars
Your daddy was a player mayne, why you such a loser?
It's the game - and I'm a player for real
Not the NBA, or the NFL
I make deals! I'm on a life-long hustle
Gettin this money, lil' bitch I don't trust you

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Playboy Short"

"Playboy Short"


Well I'm Too $hort baby, hear what I say
I never do work but I always play
Cause the game is life and I play the game
So you never talk down on a player's name
When I grab my mic I'm the one man crew
Talking bout me, wouldn't think about you
When you heard Too $hort came to town
You never would've thought I'd be looking down
On who? On you cause I'm so big
Me and my money is all I dig
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, we ain't no punk
We take 24 tracks, drop the funk on your ass
Beating like a dope fiend
Back seat riding in a limosine
Telling that freak all about me
The creater of greater, sucker MC's
Chilling out in the Oaktown singing a rap
No MC could rock like that
Now I say it like bitches say
No MC could rock my way
When I rap it's always great
Wouldn't care if it was like or on a tape
It's me, $hort, the one and only
Spitting that rap to all my homies
You know about you, you know I'm a star
When I rap too good I might take it too far
Had the whole damn crowd going wild
Cause I don't stop rapping, that's my style
Too $hort baby from East Oakland
I got more hoes than I can count on my hand
You got women? Well I got more
You don't know? Shit, I'm Playboy $hort
They call me "Playboy $hort" known everywhere
Had a life long dream to be a player
Way too cold at a younger age
It was every day, just make that page
Still playing the same, still young at the game
Never talk down on a player's name
Cause I'm big time, paid all my dues
I'm rich and famous and way too cool
People can't fuck with the way I'm rhyming
They say it's too slow but it bought these diamonds
Too $hort baby is the name I use
A '93 Lexus is what I cruise
Clean from the start, I thought I was it
I was Cadillac Slick in the dust I kick
But the Caddy got parked cause I'm riding new
Eastside bitch, so I'm siding, fool
Money everywhere, all over the floor
At the bank I'm known as "Mr. $hort"
At the house I be chilling, getting some head
Writing raps all day, even in bed
And them groupie-ass bitches love this shit
The funk rap master, made to fit
Just her, I'm all in them guts
Homeboy can't fuck so I hooked it up
But young women like you with your big round butts
Blind girls driving down the street called "Love"
Chasing that man, who really can't stand
Seeing your face so now you ran
And you don't realize what you'll soon see
The way making love is supposed to be
With a player known as Playboy Too
Rock a mic and a freak and you'll both be through
Players play women who like to get played
Bitched like you just trying to get laid
But I like money, and I get paid
I do my duty and say "Good day"
I didn't want to make love, I'm not that fast
What the hell, she's a freak, she even asked
So let's go to my room, after the show
Treat me like a pimp, and pay me hoe
You can suck my dick and I might sing
Just love Too $hort, I'm everything
So cool, my name is "Too"
Call it how you want but I won't call you
Ring my phone and you might see
Ringing my phone just won't get me
Cause I'm hard to find, and I get mine
And if I was looking for you, I wouldn't be in line
I'd be right on time in the right place
Too $hort baby all in your face
Talking bout mine and what I want
Fucking MC's with the Dangerous funk
I'm on my way, to the top
So much rapping I'll never stop
And all that fame, you might claim
Couldn't stand up by my rap name
You might be good, I don't care
I've been rapping like this 13 long years
I got more respect then you'll ever get
Cause I don't stop rapping and you know that shit
Sucker MC's with your record deal
Most tapes out now couldn't be real
Cause your tracks ain't shit, dreaming bout hits
But you'll find out Too $hort don't quit
When I grab my mic I'm the one man crew
Talking bout me, wouldn't think about you
When you heard Too $hort came to town
You never would've thought I'd be looking down...

[Fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Player Card"
(feat. Shanell)

"Player Card"
(feat. Shanell)



[Intro]
Nah baby
I don't think I wanna be a player no mo'
I done been through a lot of hoes
Lot of women, lot of bitches, lot of relationships
All the drama
Tryin to find a real one baby

[Chorus: Shanell 2X]
If you don't wanna be a player no more
Then show me who you really are
If you don't wanna be a player no more
Turn in your player card

[Too $hort]
There comes a time in every player's life
When you think about a family and havin a wife
You had enough - you cain't take this shit
Put a end to all the meaningless relationships
And find one that means everything
I'm talkin 'bout white dresses and wedding rings
Used to be strip clubs and the Bunny Room
But now you're in love on a honeymoon
You used to keep a extra chick
Just for booty calls and sexy trips
But now you at the grocery sto'
Target, Wal*Mart, and Home Depot
If you break out of prison, and jump the wall
you couldn't even get a date you wouldn't know who to call
You had a lot of women and you played 'em hard
But you retired now, give up that player card!

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
A lot of players, call it quits
Come across the love pit and fall in it
Ain't nuttin wrong with love
Early in the morning you just want a hug
I've been there a million times
Asked me how I'm doin - I'm feelin fine
But really what I feel inside
is the need, to have somethin real in my life
... I had it before
But I'm like Cameo, I go "Back and Forth"
... Like Big Pun and Joe
Sometimes "I don't wanna be a player no more"
And when the time comes around, you know what's next
Throw away my phone and my rolodex
It's gone, and I didn't even notice it
My player card expired and I'm stuck with my old bitch

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
Your player card got revoked
And it cain't be renewed - no it's not a joke
Once you give it up, it's hard to get it back
Cause fallin in love is like hittin crack
One hit and you a junkie
All day and night you'll be lickin that monkey
You love the way it's sticky and funky
You said I don't wanna live, if she don't want me
I never had days like that
Cause I came up in Oakland, raised by macks
I gotta get that scratch
I get it from a batch, or from my rats
It's gon' happen, cause the game is here
Ask Bishop Don Juan, I'm a famous player
You know when love'll happen for me?
When I start buyin hookers, and rappin for free
Never~!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
It ain't expired yet baby
I'm thinkin 'bout renewin it
Short Dawg in the house, PFL
Player For Life
Player For Life baby
Sometimes I feel like I don't wanna be a player
but I am...

Smoke one wit'cha potnah mayne
You in the mix with Too $hort, "Still Blowin'"
New album comin soon baby
What's my favorite word?

 

[fox69]

"Player For Life"

"Player For Life"


Gotta be a player for life, gotta be a player for life [3x]

(That's right) Gotta be a player for life, I gotta be a player for life

[Too $hort:]
Smob to the tip, I feel no guilt
She's young and she's fine and she bout to get peeled
I know you heard why, no need to tell
You lookin at a certified P.F.L.
You wanna be like me? I don't think you can
Your girlfriend loves you, need to be her man
She never told you how she was a Too $hort fan
She kept it to herself, you wouldn't understand
I met her at the mall when she was mad at you
She said, gimme a call and I was glad to
That night, I gave your girl a ex tab..
.. the best sex she ever had

[Chorus:]
I gotta be a player for life, I gotta be a player for life [2x]

[Too $hort:]
It'd be nice to wake up to some little smilin faces
Sayin, "Daddy" - instead of bein in wild faces
Smokin fatties, fo' hoes in my Caddy
Each one willin to have me
Sometimes you want my life, sometimes I want yours
I'm tryin to find a wife and you tryin to find whores
Which one of us is lookin in the devil's eyes?
I'd settle down if I could have seven wives
But that's illegal, and everywhere we go
We roll through the town takin every ho
And of course, we show no remorse
I'm doin one-twenty with your ho in the Porsche

[Chorus]

[Too $hort:]
'Til death do us part, with all yo' heart
It was love - right from the start
But could you do it - would you change yo' life
And get married, stop runnin game every night?
Ex-player with his wife and kids
Lookin happy; I wonder if he really is
I would hate to be committed even though I ain't wit it
Still out in the streets tryin to get it
It's hard for a man with access to one vagina
To be faithful, when she's so much finer
Than his wife - she seen it comin
He fell in love with another woman

[Chorus]

[Too $hort:]
I keep comin back to the same thought
Fallin in love'll throw the game off
You let her get to you, you know you still care
But I was raised by them real players
I try to tell the homies fuck the party
This player lifestyle ain't for everybody
You gotta make your own choice - it's yo' life
How would it be without yo' kids, and no wife?
Wakin up with a tramp - you don't like
Nigga, you better hear what I'm sayin on the mic
You wanna be a pimp, you better go back home
Leave them tramps alone, you know you wrong
You wrong

[Chorus 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Players"

"Players"


[Digital Voice]
Mother Fucker
Always can't be players
Players
Always can't be players

[Too $hort]
Players are the realest time to go
If you don't understand I'll let you know
Players are the people who just can't stand
Having one woman and just one man
Players are the ones who always see
Players are the ones that you always meet
Couldn't fall in love, even if you tried
Couldn't be devoted unless you lied
It's the players in the world to the west you play
Fresh young tenders every day
Breaking hearts every time your love is real
Players say love just ain't the deal
But the old and wise couldn't tell you why
Players just don't live happy lives
So all you fake wanna be's I hope you hear
Players always can't be players

[Digital Voice]
Do you wanna be a player
Players
Always can't be players
Mother Fucker
Do you wanna be a player
Players
Always can't be players

[Too $hort]
It's Saturday night, it's time to have fun
Parties all going and players come
Sometimes in 3's sometimes in 2's
Fresh ball point pens, ready to use
It all makes sense, maybe it doesn't
Players just always use that lutten
Give it up everyday when the players play
Just don't act snoty when the players say
What's your name and number let me get my pen
Do you have any sisters too and that's to Kim
Cuz I rap to Kim, and that's the truth
And right now I gotta go rap for you
Baby, like players speak
Baby right there is a stone cold freak
Trying to be a player, but she don't hear
Players always can't be players

[Digital Voice]
Do you wanna be a player
Players
Always can't be players
Mother Fucker
Do you wanna be a player
Players
Always can't be players

Players are the bored I hate to say
Nine out of ten don't know the play
Falling in, Falling out, does it ever last
Players are the world, they're just too fast
Your life is at best when you lose control
Taking love from the way you know you told
You could love so much, just give you time
Your nothing but a player don't say your mine
Cause the way I love, is not your type
Trying to get everything you can for life
Too bad you don't know what I think you should
Too much of a good thing ain't so good
Your nothing but a player, whatever you feel
You can't be loved cause your not real
But tricks in the city could solve right there
Players always can't be players

[Digital Voice]
Do you wanna be a player
Players
Always can't be players
Mother Fucker
Do you wanna be a player
Players
Always can't be players

[Too $hort]
It's not only the men, it's the females too
Come out the shop with the fresh hair-dews
Working that bottom like it's on top
Looking so good you just don't stop
The guys can't help but to come your way
So your giving out your number 3 times a day
Your a player, baby, the real McCoy
Last week I saw you with my homeboy
Now you wanna tell me, I'm the one
And all I wanna do is just have some fun
Cause a girl like you, I know your kind
Think you look too good cuz your so fine
You'll be 30 years old still playing games
Giving out fake numbers and more fake names
But you'll find out, it may take 2 years
Players always can't be players

 

[fox69]

"Porno Bitch"

"Porno Bitch"


[Chorus 4X:]
I need a porno bitch (be-beitch) a freaky porno bitch (beitch)

I fucked a lot of strippers
Bring her 'round me motherfucker I'll stick her
I'll fuck your lil' sister
then fly her out of town nigga what I don't miss her
(Beitch!) You ain't hard as me
I fuck hookers, but they don't be chargin me
What about the tramps and sluts?
I fucked a few, but I can't get enough
of them educated, sophisticated
Got a good job and other bitches hate it
You know the kind of woman that's hard to get
Know just what to do with a hard dick
I even like 'em young
I keep 'em up all night I'm just havin fun
But I don't need strippers, rippers or a hoe
Right now I need a pro

[Chorus]

I need a porn star
I got a big-ass dick, and I was born hard
I want some professional head
I'm tired of havin sex in the bed
Let's fuck on the kitchen counter
and make a sex tape, yeah bitch I'm down~!
I'll fuck you like Mr. Marcus
Get butt naked let's get this started
Drop that dress on the floor
Turn the camera on, and press record
I'm 'bout to make you a star
Boost that ass up on a stool at the bar
Are you willing and able
to ride this dick on a pool table?
Cause after that, it's shower sex
Can you handle another hour of this?

[Chorus]

I'm talkin 'bout Tera Patrick
Sunny Leone, now that's a bad bitch
AnnMarie, and Puma Swede
I want all them bitches to do me
I'll take Jesse Jane, get her wet and gushy
Alia Love, she'll eat her pussy
Anne T was my favorite bitch
Vanessa Blue with them big lips
I can't forget, Jenna Haze
I want to bust a nut, in her face
I'm comin, but it might take a while
I gotta do a scene with Shyla Stylez
And after that, it's Nikki Benz
All I wanna do, is stick it in
Girladonna, and Charmane Star
I wanna fuck Monique Alexander
Bitch!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah that's right baby we still smoke big
We still do it big
Too $hort is still in this shit
Album in stores soon
And it don't stop
Beitch!

 

[fox69]

"Pull Them Panties Down"
(feat. Kool Ace)

"Pull Them Panties Down"
(feat. Kool Ace)



[Chorus: Kool Ace]
Wanna see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down
Gotta see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down

[Too $hort]
You made a lot of money since you hit the stage
Swingin' on the pole so many different ways
Got hit with a butt cheek and smacked ya back
You're a dancer but you shoulda been a acrobat
I don't even know if it's bald or bushy
I see them titties out girl but I ain't saw no pussy
What we gotta do to see you get butt naked
and shake it, how much you tryin' to make bitch?
You could do it easily, is this how you gon' do me?
You're teasin' me, pulled 'em halfway down your booty
You need to let them panties meet them ankles
Show 'em you a bad bitch, fuck these stank hoes
You know I go hard all night
I'm famous, I've been a star all my life
You need to take them draws off
Do it girl, take it all off

[Chorus: Kool Ace]
Wanna see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down
Gotta see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down

[Too $hort]
Take that g-string off, take everything off
Why you still wearin' clothes, girl you must be lost
Let that monkey out, go 'head do your thang
Take them panties off, and let that pussy hang
If we was at my house, I don't play that
I'd get you undressed, I'd make you stay wet
I'd burn a lot of rubber, all in your walls
When you fuck with me bitch you gotta drop yo' draws

[Chorus: Kool Ace]
Wanna see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down
Gotta see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down

[Too $hort]
Broke nigga what you doin' here?
You ain't even bought nothin' new this year
It's some people in here that don't like you
They lookin' at you mean, right now they wanna fight you
You know you can't win, hangin' with your scary ass friends
Flossin' at the club but you never had a Benz
Now these bitches wanna hurt you
They say you act gay, you probably wear skirts too
That's what they say, they callin' you a faggot
It might be a problem, you better call some back-up
Fuck a credit card, can't go to Western Union
Use the ATM, or just keep it movin'
Ain't nobody chasin' you, not if you ain't runnin'
But if you in this club man you gotta spend some money
He don't wanna buy a dance but he can't stop lookin'
Nigga ducked and he ran out the club and he shook him, beotch!

[Chorus: Kool Ace]
Wanna see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down
Gotta see the pink now
Go and pull them panties down

 

[fox69]

"Punk Bitch"

"Punk Bitch"


Write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-ass hoes...
Fake punk-ass bitches...
Do you know what i mean?
Fuckin'em up like this, man...
$hort Dog's in the house, bitch!

She's a punk-ass bitch, hoe, tramp and a slut
Took her to the hotel just to fuck
Last night she licked all on my balls
Pussy got wet like Niagara-falls
Dropped my drawls and bitch said: "Shit!"
Skinny mothafucka with a fat-ass dick
It's like a T-P-treatment, thangs so foul
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so I called to the crew
You bitches know what to do
Hoes try to front like they ain't no tramps
Try to get that pussy and she say you can't
Me and my partners we got that game
Check a square-ass bitch and make her throw that thang
You wine and dine that nasty freak
Dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek
You never even know how she ran in the home
Jumped on the phone and started to burnin' me out
She kept beepin' so I made the call
Bitch on the phone jackin' off
Sounded like she was havin' fun
Playin' with her pearlthang
I said: "Bitch, I'm on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went to work
I must to bust two nuts back to bay
Never seen a bitch work head like that
She had me jumpin' out of my seat
Workin' her jaws to the beat
She was a good dicksucker, I can't lie
Sucked so good I thought I'd die
Bitch blew me up and blew me down
All the way back to the Oakland-town
Baby started to singin': "I love you!"
Tellin' me things she wanted to do
If I needed some money come to her
Everythin' I want is everythin' I'm worth
And you know what I said? I told the bitch
I said: "Bitch, I'm rich!"

Fuck these hoes, man...
I ain't trippin'...I'm like hell...
Long-hair suckers...

I know you're fine, bitch
But you got no cash you need to get a job
But your lazy-ass try to juice me up
I ain't no punk
I put you in the rap with some serious funk
I wouldn't buy you a car, no diamonds and shit
All the time talkin' about your fake-ass gifts
George bought you a ring, John bought you a chain
Bitch, I'm buyin' you an ounce of this game
You better take it and shut the fuck up
Stop runnin' your mouth like a sucka
Cause you's a punk bitch
Everythin' you say and everythin' you do
Makes you a punk bitch, no good, no doubt
All I gotta do is stick a dick in your mouth
Wanna give up the pussy, bitch, I had it
You're too slim, I like your mama's ass
Pops came home, came up to show
Family in the backroom, I'm fuckin'em both
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep by one room in to the next
Nothin' goin' on but some serious sex
Some of these hoes might think I'm played
Bald-head bitch need some new brains
Cause that nappy-hair don't even hit
What's cookin' in the kitchen
On the back of your neck
Like you burned the rise and wanna front on me
You could never fuck with $hort, baby
I'm from the O-A-K-L-A-N-D
I slap you in the face with reality
These punk-ass hoes out there is sick
Happy walkin' around with a trippy dick
So beautiful fine young thang
To get that cog was just like a dream
But now three days later ask Kool Moe
You feel burnin' sensation down below
You're a true blue victim of a punk-ass bitch
Thought she was a square and she gave you the shit
So for all you hoes that live like that
All the homies in the house say: "punk-ass bitch!"

 

[fox69]

"Quit Hatin' Pt. 1"
(feat. Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz, Twista, V. White)

"Quit Hatin' Pt. 1"
(feat. Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz, Twista, V. White)



[Lil' Jon:]
Yea, yea, e-YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what?
Wha', what, what?
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh)
Short Dawg! (YeahHHH) Once again at yo' ass (YEAHHHH!)
Bitch!! (Yeah!) This go out to all the pussy niggaz (listen here)
That see us when we walk in the club (whassup)
And just be mean muggin!

[Chorus: Lil' Jon (repeat 2x)]
Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin!
Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin!
God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH
God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH

[Twista:]
High cause I'm tokin the choke and smokin on Purple Haze and I'm coughin
Got some new Nike's on my feet, even my Caddy wear Jordans
Now bitches be on my dick when I pull up in a platinum blue 'llac
They come and spread they ass crack, let me hit it from the back
On the flo', they bend over, shake them titties and twurk them hips
With them lil' ol' thongs on, I can almost see they coochie lips
And she backin that thing up on me, so I do the damn thing and pop her
With a lil' curl that ha-hangin proper, drunk off champagne and vodka
Just cause it's us in the club they krunk, it's $hort and Twista
And I know the ladies know we love to cut, I can tell it when they whisper
They say -

[Twista (really fast):]
See the ballin niggaz in the party
They came in new Escalades
And I got a single, wanna get up in the lobby
I'm with that, come freak all in my body, it's on

[Twista:]
We about to break your back and your hip
Smoke a sack and just sip
Sit back and eat some immaculate shrimp
Stackin chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon' bounce
But on the streets, my dro' goin for, six hundred a ounce

[Chorus]

[Too $hort:]
Show me love when you see me, don't hate
If you take my woman from me, what you gon' say?
Charge it to the game, if I lose, I lose
You never know when a hoe is wearin choosy shoes
You must be a magician cause you're nothin but a trick
Tryin to give her all your money, but whatchu gon' get?
I get 'em all, suited at the player's ball
Up against the wall, just got another number to call
Y'all see me I'm a real player, I do this nightly
You wanna fight me, cause you can't be like me
All you hatin ass suckers in the place
You better stop starin in my motherfuckin face
Too many jealous thoughts goin through yo' mind
You mad like you guilty, goin to do some time
Pay yo' pussy bill nigga if you want a date
But you just talkin shit I figure you just wanna hate
You hater!

[Chorus]

[V. White:]
Now you can catch me I-80 in the diamond lane gettin head
In the rearview, make a wrong move and I gotsta have your head
I put 23's in the game on the Avalanche and give you the blues
And blow white smoke up out the sunroof while we keep it on cruise
I ride with a hog in the back and the vogue in the back and you hatin on that
It's just V. White, T. $hort, Twista boy we blazin on track
It's just that Eastside psycho-chronological mind-stopper
Keep a burner at yo' waist while we serve these haters proper
You better get up, get out, get somethin; nigga, and stop frontin
If I had no car and stayed with my momma then I'd be hatin on somethin
Nah but nope, not me, I give 'em out, above the knee
You could catch one in the torso, b-2-1-2, fuckin with me
Now you can hate me all you want to cause I ain't hard to find
I got hitters on payroll and parolees dyin to shine
That'll leave a hole in your dome like Rogaine, old school like road games
You can't stop me from shinin, I'm highly flammable like propane

[Chorus]

[Too $hort:]
Yeah we got some real players in this motherfucker
Too $hort, Twista, V. White, Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Delinquents
Yeah we see you haters up in this motherfucker
Tryin to kick it like us real players
But you know what we gon' do?
We gon' sift you motherfuckin haters out
And we gon' beat yo' motherfuckin ass

Yeah that's right, whup that hater's ass
Beat his ass!
Like he stole somethin..

[Lil' Jon:] Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin!
[$hort:] Now slow it down for the retarded people