(feat. C-Bo)



[Too $hort]

Do it again...

We want it all (we want it)...

Everything you got (we want it)



We want the diamonds, the gold, the weed, the hoes

The coke spot and the keys to the Rolls

You out of business, but no need to hang up the sign

We 'bout to open up shop we got thangs to grind

So potnah dude don't come back through

Cause everything we see you with, we gon' want that too

It's the law of the land, the way of the jungle

Gotta watch your fuckin back when you slangin them bundles

Ain't no love for you on this side

You might have to die so we can get by

You know the dopefiends they got to get high

And if you ask me why, I'll just say it's life

You cain't handle the pressure, when them gangsters test ya

Why they smashin on you man, I think you best ta

ask yourself, who made this fake hoe rich?

Bitch nigga, we 'bout to take yo' shit cause we want it



[Chorus One: Too $hort]

Everything you got, we want it

(You got it, we want it)

Raise up off the block, we want it

(You got it, we want it)

Leave the shiny whip, we want it

(You got it, we want it)

And your fine bitch, we want it

(You got it, we want it)



[Too $hort]

Fo' pimps in a Range, choppin up the game

Gotta stop slangin 'caine we need a occupation change

Cause the pussy gon' sell like dope

Keep a nigga paid that's what I tell my hoe

Get that money man, wish y'all had a bunny ranch

Keep my hoe naked, never let her put on her pants

No truss, no pumps, no lingerie

Bitches hoein up that's goin on today

Like I told my pimpin potnah, you know these women gotta

give me every last dollar, when I see that bitch tomorrow

This is pimpin incorporated, I'm all the way in this shit

Married to the game, now get up out my business bitch

I'm talkin to some pimps about some pimp shit

It's a competition BITCH, I'm tryin to win this

And I just got another hoe she's fine as hell

I'm tryin to put some mo' trophies on the shelf



[Chorus Two: Too $hort]

Put her picture on the net, we want it

(You got it, we want it)

Give me everything you get, we want it

(You got it, we want it)

Don't make me whup your fuckin ass, we want it

(You got it, we want it)

You better get about the cash, we want it

(You got it, we want it)



[C-Bo]

C-Bo is on some gangster shit, four-fifth, banger clip

600 stuntin, 21 sittin on them sick

And how I get it dawg the same way I live it dawg

The gutter's grimy I catch 'em slippin and get it all

Take somethin, lay they block down, break somethin

Guerillas with bananas that make 'em lay down they hammers

Do it like the Santanas, rip the block to the slammer

And for the cash I want I'm known to get hot with them clammers

Heyyy, it's the heist for your jewels man

It's plain and simple, your ice or I shoot man

We get the stack of dollars, black Beemer black Impalas

Pull up and take the block, made niggaz made the block

I want it I get it I dip it I sit it

Rather it's jackin or pimpin these bitches, a nigga wit it

I go hard in the paint, hard large to the bank

At the club 20 grand at the bar on the drank



[Chorus One]