Where them naked hoes at?
E-Feezey, too Scheezy
We off the heezy fo'scheezy, baby
Off the heezy I thought you theezy
*****z ain't havin' no cheesy like us main
They ain't havin' no raveez, ****, haha you know us
Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that ****
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 asound
I was havin' B R E A D way before this rap game ***** been town
Thought you theezy, for sheezy, *****z 'member
Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from Vallel
At every light it's automatic, burn rubber
See my folkers in the traffic, wh***up 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 **** 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
*****es 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 $hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But **** 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 Chanel Versus Versacci
Why mother***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 *****
I guess the *****, 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'll is like ***kin', fat *****es
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-*** boats, *****z wrap they paper
Ultrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, Shamrock and severin
Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens
Fat *** royalty checks, fat *** cribs
Smokin' blunts and drinkin' brew on the balcony, barbecuing 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 they head like this
I said *****, 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 pros***utes, 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 freestyler, don't rap for free main
It's Pay style on mine 'cuz I love money main

Land rovers and Toyota, Lexuses
Six-hundred feet twelve with them big *** motor Mercedeses
We don't be savin' hoes, *****es be savin' us
*****, disrespect me in my car, *****, best to catch the bus
I keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlin'
Ain't no paperback pimpin' *****, 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, 'cuz 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 **** sounds phony

Not like AT and T but like ET
You can't be me, so would you please see
If you can keep my name out your mouth
'Cuz 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, *****

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