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Too Short talking
Chorus
All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigg* 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 b*tch, actin' sarcastic
Need to get her as* kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick
She be my last pick, I got a real hoe
Take yo' as* back to class and buy a d*ldo
Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night
Gettin' fked and sucked, you wastin' your life
Before a real nigg* ever kick a hoe down
She gotta understand what I know now
Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute b*tch
Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do s**t, b*tch
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
Chorus 2x
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 boozyab*tch, 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 nigg* 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 s**t
sn*tchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed
I mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweed
Til I proceed, d*mn right, the spot's tight
Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might
Bag these girls 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, know
I slang flow, east to west
Available at anytime to put the p*ssy to the test
Chorus 2x
Eightball
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
When the real motherfkin' player come around
Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak
Surrounded by my real 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
fk them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes
Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes
I give those only funky weave wearin' girls
All made up, gettin' at a riches
I like women with they head on straight
Pull your own weight and you can fk wit' Eight
nigg* think he a player with them old Girbauds
Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes
Chorus
Too Short talking in background
