[Too $hort]

I'm a legend in the game, you can't replace me

I'm drivin' this car, don't try to race me

You'll never win, I came straight from the coastline

I got the most albums and the most rhymes

I could die and you still won't catch up

How you gonna step up when you let them little heffers

dig in your pocket while they suckin' on your left nut

You a soldier? Nigga I'm a vet, what

I'm old school with a new style

Girls hear me rap and act too wild

But that's how I like 'em, what you wanna do now?

Get you all alone girl and turn you out

You want a man that do all he can

Hold your hand, and take you to the promise land

But I refuse to help you get there

(Good luck) I hope you choose on the best player



[Chorus]

Shittin' on 'em

I'm shittin' on 'em... 

I'm shittin' on 'em beotch!



[Too $hort]

She said I'm too old, get fucked it's too late

She said tell $hort it's a new day

Bitch I say fuck what you say

I'm from the Old Bay and the New Bay

When you make the wrong choice, who you gon' blame?

I'm all in your ear tellin' you the wrong thing

But you listen anyway, buyin' the dream

You know about us pimps, we be lyin' and things

I don't wanna fight for the bitch Joe

It's all about the game, and who can spit the most

I'm never too faded to hustle

Ball up my fists, and make a muscle

I stay strapped, I don't wanna tustle

Fake ass bodyguard nigga wanna wrestle

Cause you think she's likin' me?

She's goin' hella stupid on this hyphy beat?

And now you wanna fight with me?

Make me mad, and I'ma fuck your wife-to-be

I'm from the Eastside where the Raiders play

Where you get your game from? I say the Bay

You think I'll square up? You can't be hopin'

I'm hard on a bitch, I was trained in Oakland

I never turned in my player card

Ask anybody, they'll say I'm hard

I'm shittin' on 'em



[Chorus]

I'm shittin' on 'em... 

I'm shittin' on 'em... 

I'm shittin' on 'em... 

I'm shittin' on 'em beotch!



[Too $hort]

You so horny, tryin' to find you a bitch mayne

I'm hustlin', I gotta stay rich mayne

You friendly, like to buy hoes gifts

But I'm mean, I hit 'em with the closed fist

You a sucka, take a bitch on a trip

I kick back, and send a bitch to go get my stack

And you'll never do that

You're weak for a bitch, you better move back

Why they always use you?

Cause you pay 'em, that's what they used to

Man bitches everywhere

Treat niggaz like you like teddy bears

You'll get to feel on her and touch her

You always with her but you still ain't fucked her

You fell in love with the bitch last summer

I fucked a few times then dumped her

You tricks, always tryin' to find you a better hoe

I told you, never put the pussy on a pedestal

Them nasty little cum freaks, F 'em

If they wasn't bout the money I left 'em

Burn rubber, I'm drivin' fast

That's my new motto 'cause it's time to smash

I flew past still givin' it gas

Made a right turn, swingin' the ass

I'm shittin' on 'em



[Chorus]

I'm shittin' on 'em... 

I'm shittin' on 'em... 

I'm shittin' on 'em... 

I'm shittin' on 'em beotch!