(feat. Too $hort, K-Ci)



E-Feezey!

Too Scheezy!

Yeah we off the heezy in this beezy main

Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!

Hey man where your boy K-Ceeezi at main??

Ain't no tellin, ay K-Ci!

Aight aight get up here and sprinkle some of these fools man

Lace em up the same Playboy get up!



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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]



Now I put my back end down ain't never been aside

I was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game fool I been tapped

Thought you theezy, for sheezy, fools '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 yole in it

My potnah $hort got some broads in it



I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs

I live like that for real and you'll never say I'm wrong

S-500 straight sittin on twenties

TV in the dash dippin fast gettin money

I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties

For the last eight years I've rolled around in a Mercedes

Lexus, trucks, drop that Caddy

Women don't call me by my name they call me daddy



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[Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort]



K-Ci $hort E-40 times are really

I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli

But shit we just want an help

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

How come we 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 wit my dirty lyrics

I guess they fear it, I couldn't hear it

And now they 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 never ever see me

I work hard and don't play handle mine everyday

anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40



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[Verse Three: E-40, Too $hort]



With cold parties on big ole boats

Fools up out they people, 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

Big ole royalty checks, humungous crib

Smokin bless and drinkin Bruno on the balcony, barbecuin ribs

The more scrilla, the merrier

I represent the Ya area



I walk from Foothill and Tray escort to Sixty-Seventh and Arthur

To Freddie B's house to make tapes with my potnah

Hit up Royal 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 started rappin, and everybody read my lips

I kept mackin, 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 bitches, 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 Paystyle on mine, cuz I love money main

Landrovers and Toyota, Lexuses

Six-hundred feet twelve with them big ol motor Mercedeses

We don't be savin broads, hoes be savin us

Hoe respect me in my car, baitch best to catch the bus

I keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlin

Ain't no paperback pimp playboy, we ain't strugglin



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