This How We Eat

Definition - gangsta, hustla, you know

We make money, we eat, we feed

Pay attention - (Beitch!!) *beat starts*

Uhh, yeah, come on..

Uhh uhh, make some music..

Dogg House, you know.. $hort

Dog peep game, come on

I'm ridin down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets

No beer-belly fool, we get it all for eats

Cocoa Puff the green leaf, cloud up

We some gangstas makin money, never been a scrub

Whattchu know about sellin dope...

But the only thing you good for now, is droppin the soap

Goldie Loc,

Tray Deee,

Too $hort, no doubt

Tell 'em how we eat and what we all about, nigga [Too $hort]

These hoes know what's up, niggaz been havin game

O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch

I'm the same

Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name

Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same

Made thirteen albums in a row

Be like Too $hort baby and pimp a hoe

It's so easy, if ya know how to get it

You'll never be another broke-ass nigga [Chorus: Kokane]

We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes

We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat

Cheerios We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes

We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat

Cheerios [Tray Deee]

Fuck a business suit,

I'm out to where we juice

Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless loot

Runnin game from the brain or the stainless steel

Pushin Holt's high-heels when we bang the field

With the heat out, jack the whole hood with

G-clout Invisible perimeters for niggaz to keep out

You ain't got to ask what the fuck what we bout

Whatever, get the cheddar than an nigga can ease out [Goldie Loc]

I used to be able to jump from the free-throw line and bang

Now I bust and crush tracks, nothin really changed

Except, twelve-inch scars on my body

What I mean by that,

I was hit by some hotties (nigga)

Call somebody,

I'm layin in this motherfucker bloody

It wasn't because of my shoes, clothes, or money

I was at the wrong place at the wrong time

Paramedics don't know,

I was a victim of the crime [talking]

Just keep gettin that money mayne

Fuck them niggaz, yeah... this how we eat [Chorus: Kokane]

We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes

We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat

Cheerios (Check it out) [$hort]

Don't be trick, you know these hoes so slick [$hort]

Do yo' thang and get rich [TrayD]

Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got [TrayD]

You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot [$hort]

Ask anybody;

I stay paid [$hort]

Most niggaz want pussy, tryna get laid [TrayD]

Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe [TrayD]

I break a bitch down then

I'm off with the dough [$hort]

I'm so hungry,

I can't wait to eat [$hort]

I ride brand new shit down the street [TrayD]

Life is a game of chess, who plays the best [TrayD] is the last one that's laid to rest [$hort]

I know you wanna eat good - it ain't hard [$hort] to be a real ghetto superstar [TrayD]

Focus is the key - if ya want it, it could be [TrayD]

If ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see [TrayD] that's game [Chorus: Kokane]

We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes

We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat

Cheerios We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes

We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat

Cheerios [Big Tigger]

Catch me headed out west,

Impala drive

And when they see balkin and be talkin bout (?)

Too $hort,

Eastsidaz, and ya boy

Big Tig It's on and poppin now, but we wattn't always this big

Wanted a Benz and a

Lotus (what?)

Whatever feels, sprayin

Raid on the roaches

I mean the whole damn scene was kinda hopless (whattchu mean?)

Came home to it, then we flipped the notice

Now we big crib livin,

Rockland and non-stop with hot women, cop drops with rims that don't stop spinnin (whoo!)

And it's just the beginnin (what?)

Cuz as long as the game strong we gon' keep winnin

Big Tigger,

Too $hort, drops it so mean

That lets us go get us a team of flatscreens

Three cars, three cribs and three bikes

When I drop this hot shit,

I'm gonna cop three plus three mics [talking]

Y'all niggaz better stop playin and get yo' game tight

Too $hort,

Eastsidaz,

Big Tig... oh boy

Album number 13 nigga, y'all better stop chasin the cat

Chase that money, well unless you know

The cat got money (please believe it) this how we eat nigga!

Let's go, oh boy...