| Lyrics: | 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!
Chorus: K-Ci
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
Verse One: E-40, Too $hort
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
Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz '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 $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
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me
daddy
Chorus
Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort
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, don't ever perpetrate
Like
a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the A |
