[Too $hort]
 $hort Dog's in the house...
 Hey  Seag  what you mean when you talk about gangstas?

 [Seagram]
 When I'm talking about gangstas
 I ain't talking about gang bangers
 Small time corner hangers  I'm talking about bird slangers
 Not them fake ass shoot em up type
 But the type that shoot you ass when the time's right
 So would you tell me what's your mack like
 what's your stack like
 Slanging crack on a track making stacks to the day light
 Niggas keep it ceased, my pockets increases
 I can't be faded, not even with some bleach
 Most of you niggas ain't gangstas, you kicking drama
 But that drama will cause your ass drama
 In my H-O-O-D, that big S to the N to the V
 On the late night ride, straight on the mission
 On highway 5 with a trunk full of chickens
 Gangsta living is a sport
 But playing these hoes is for the pros
 like my boy Too $hort

 [Too $hort]
 Big Baby pass the mic so I can dog these freaks
 Two rapping mothafuckas from East Oakland streets...
 On that ass, so what you gonna do with that?
 Some bitch lost a nigga when they peeled his cap
 When they was getting at his ass, hollered 'Let that go!'
 But Oakland, California don't protect no hoe
 Cause they'll write you off like taxes
 Everywhere you go you get your ass kicked
 Niggas don't appreciate you coming with a phony
 Kinda like The Mack when he smoked Pretty Tony
 And that's straight pimp game from the O
 My name is $hort Dog, you wanna know...
 Some? Nothing but gangstas and playas out here
 Can't be a fake nigga staying out here
 Bitches learn early to respect this game
 So they never talk down on a player's name
 Bitch...Bitch...Bitch...

 Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players
 Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players
 Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players
 Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players

 [Seagram]
 It's the big bad ass nigga named Seag
 Back in your ass with a trick up my sleave
 Snitches acting like a bitches in a way
 Gonna be find with the vicious, sewing stiches, when I spray
 You fucking with a nigga that's hard to the bone
 Giving mothafuckas close-ups of my barrel
 So peek out game from the East Side vet
 From the 69 set, it's as real as it gets
 Still blending up hop in a blender
 Wore my beanie at the Winter, a full time offender
 With them terrorized, hellafied, gangstarized lyrics
 Creeping to you speaker like an Alcapone spirit
 Crawling and balling to the East Side jungle
 Niggas steady calling, I'm holling off bundless
 I'm the judge and jury of this court
 But I'ma kick back and hit this 'Port
 and pass the mic to $hort

 [Too $hort]
 I'm zipping Hennessey straight, smoking my dank
 My bitch is outta pocket, can't have no bank
 Should I kick her mothafucking ass?
 Cause punk niggas out here don't last
 Maybe I should fire my bitch and get a new hoe
 Have her sprung on old school Too $ho
 Let her fine ass ride in my Lexus
 Take her to my house and start talking about sex, bitch
 Anyway you want it, it be something tight
 Roll with $hort Dog, bitch, you fucking tonight
 Straight player from the O, hoe, yes, it's me
 Got love for the gangstas from S.N.V.
 If it weren't for the pimp and a mack in me
 I wouldn't holler at my homeboys, black indeed
 What's up? Seag got me at the studio
 Called me up so I can take it to these hoes

 And that's just what we gonna do...
 Take it to these hoe ass niggas and you bitches...
 Straight from the Oaktown...
 East Side, bitch...

 [Seagram]
 Macking and stacking...
 Slapping bitches, you know what I mean?
 Just a gangsta thang, you know what I'm saying?
 East Side, bitch, in the house