Rapper's Ball

Where them naked hoes at?

E-feezey,

Too Scheezy

We off the heezy fo'

Scheezy baby

Off the heezy,

I thought you theezy

Niggaz ain't havin' no cheesy like us main

They ain't havin' no raveez

Shit, haha you know us

Where K-Ceeezi at man?

Tell him sing that shit

Lace dem fools or something, beotch

Say that you got it all

Love the way you players ball

Everyday you're at the mall

Tell me, is it true or false?

Say that you got it all

Love the way you players ball

Claimin' that your mail is tall

Tell me, is it true or false?

I put my mack hand down ain't never been a sound

I was havin'

B R E A D way before this rap game nigga been town

Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz 'member

Earl, Brat, and

Denell dem boys from

VallelAt every light it's automatic, burn rubber

See my folkers in the traffic, whassup

ERBFollow that cab it got dope in it, uhh

My potnah

Short got hoes in it

I'm always hearin' rappers big ballin' on their songs

I do that shit for real and you'll never say

I'm wrongS-500 straight sittin' on twenties

TV in the dash pimpin' hoes gettin' money

I'm Too Short baby been down since the eighties

For the last eight years rode around in a

MercedesLexus, trucks, drop-

Vette, Caddy

Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy

Say that you got it all

Love the way you players ball

Everyday you're at the mall

Tell me, is it true or false?

Say that you got it all

Love the way you players ball

Claimin' that your mail is tall

Tell me, is it true or false?

K-Ci Short,

E-40 Fonzarelli

I'll probably never have long money like

Ross Perilla

But shit we just want a hip, don't want the whole plate

Don't put the two on the ten, don't ever perpetrate

Like a lot of these fools

I see on T

VWith the

Armani Channel

Versus Versacci

Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?

Sometimes it's cool to floss

But don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car

Before you buy a house

They always said,

I couldn't rap,

I just say bitch

I guess the bitch, made me rich

And now you wanna call me hardcore

While I be steppin' out the shower on a marble floor

I paid the

IRS taxes send

FedEx and faxes

This industry is like fuckin', fat bitches

All work and no play,

I do it everyday

Anyway 'cuz

I gotta stay paid 40

Say that you got it all

Love the way you players ball

Everyday you're at the mall

Tell me, is it true or false?

Say that you got it all

Love the way you players ball

Claimin' that your mail is tall

Tell me, is it true or false?

We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paper

Ultrafied all-inclusive trips,

Montego Jamaica

Front row seats at the

Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin'

Long expensive fuh-flights, up there in the heavens

Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribs

Smokin' blunts and drinkin' brew on the balcony, barbecuein' ribs

The more scrilla, the merrier

I represent the ya area

I walk from

Foothill and

Papers Court to

Sixty-Seven

MacArthurTo

Freddie B house, to make tapes with my potnah

Hit Arroyo

Park, we had tapes for sale

Got a paper bag full of that, can't you tell?

It's funky, everybody nod their head like this

I said bitch, and everybody read my lips

I got rich, suckin' up the game from the

OAnd even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow

I survived 'cuz

I got mo' game than them

It came straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimps

It was my destiny,

I came the same every time

So don't question me,

I transfer the game in the rhymes

I'm not a free styler, don't rap for free main

It's Paystyle on mine, 'cuz

I love money main

Land Rovers and

Toyota, Lexuses

Six-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor

Mercedeses

We don't be savin' hoes, bitches be savin' us

Bitch disrespect me in my car, bitch best to catch the bus

I keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlin'

Ain't no paperback pimpin' nigga, we ain't strugglin'

Say that you got it all

Love the way you players ball

Everyday you're at the mall

Tell me, is it true or false?

Say that you got it all

Love the way you players ball

Claimin' that your mail is tall

Tell me, is it true or false?

I'm Shorty the pimp,

I come funky

Again and again, they say when will it end?

Maybe never, 'cause

I can still spit it

But I ain't rappin' for cheese,

I want meal tickets

Gotta start somewhere, and

I'm past that

For the right scratch,

I be the last mack

So stick ya self

Pretty Tony

You tryin' ta make a hit, but your shit sounds phony

Not like A

T&T but like

ETYou can't be me, so would you please see

If you can keep my name out your mouth'

Cause you don't really know what the game's all about

It's 'bout feedin' the family, not freakin' in the

BenzInstead of rentin', pay for that roof on your head

And stop pimpin' in your mind knowin' you a trick

Put your hustle down playa go an hit you a lick, bitch(That's writ, Too Scheezi, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli, K-Ci)

Damn is that right?(That's right)