[Too Short talking]
 [Chorus]
 All I like is them jazzy hoes  the type that make a nigga spend all his dough
 Sho nuff a sight  anything ya like
 You know the ones you wanna make your wife  ya heard me?

 [Too Short]
 Little fast bitch  actin' sarcastic
 Need to get her ass kicked  tryin' to get the cash quick
 She be my last pick  I got a real hoe
 Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo
 Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night
 Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life
 Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down
 She gotta understand what I know now
 Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch
 Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch
 I travel throughout the year
 I keep a woman with a house and her own career
 So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's your name?)
 Too Short baby, don't need to trick
 I give her what she want cause I'm a real player
 Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later

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 [Young Bloodz]
 See I ilke them crazy hoe
 Them straight, get down and pay me hoe
 I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe
 Make my creep fall right out my clothes
 On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow
 Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go)
 Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh)
 Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo'

 [Young Bloodz]
 Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol' jazzy hoe
 Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe
 Who think she fly to death, so I ain't gon' hold my breath
 To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self
 For as I cut one but two down the line
 But could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime?
 And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique
 To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick

 [Mr. Black]
 Quote for quote, who tote like this
 Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit
 Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed
 I mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweed
 Til I proceed, damn right, the spot's tight
 Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might
 Bag these bitches like groceries
 Player to player, you can't get close to me
 Now who you 'posed to be?
 Pullin' toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin' fly
 And I can tell she schemin' (why's that?)
 Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay)
 But that's cool though, cause I know how to stain golds
 I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know
 I slang flow, east to west
 Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test

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 [Eightball]
 Lay it down, lay it down
 You hoes lay it down
 When the real motherfuckin' player come around
 Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak
 Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' Hennessee
 Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne
 Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man
 Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that?
 I got star hoes pickin' me up in Tahoes
 Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes
 Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes
 I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches
 All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches
 I like women with they head on straight
 Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' Eight
 Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds
 Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes

 [Chorus]

 [Too Short talking in background