*Say that you got it all Love the way you players ball
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Everyday you're at the mall Tell me is it true or false
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Say that you got it all Love the way you players ball
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Claimin that your mail is tall Tell me is it true or false
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I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
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I was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town
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Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz 'member
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Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from Vallel
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At every light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
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See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
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Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh My potnah $hort got hoes in it
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I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
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I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
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S-500 straight sittin on twenties
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TV in the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
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I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
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For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
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Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
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Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
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*Repeat
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K-Ci $hort E-40 Fonzarelli
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I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
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But shit we just want a hip Don't want the whole plate
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Don't put the two on the ten, don't ever perpetrate
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Like a lot of these fools I see on TV
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With the Armani Chanel Versus Versacci
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Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?
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Sometimes it's cool to floss
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But don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car
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Before you buy a house
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They always said I couldn't rap, I just say bitch
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I guess the bitch, made me rich And now you wanna call me hardcore
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While I be steppin out the shower on a marble floor
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I paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and faxes
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This industry'll is like fuckin, fat bitches
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All work and no play, I do it everyday anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40
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*Repeat
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We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paper
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Ultrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego Jamaica
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Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin
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Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens
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Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribs
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Smokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blacony, barbecuin ribs
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The more scrilla, the merrier I represent the Ya area
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I walk from Foothill and Paperscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthur
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To Freddie B house to make tapes with my potnah
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Hit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sale
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Got a paper bag full of that, can't you tell
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it's funky, everybody nod they head like this
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I said bitch, and everybody read my lips
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I got rich, suckin up the game from the O
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and even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow
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I survived cuz I got mo', game than them
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It came straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimps
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It was my destiny, I came the same every time
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So don't question me, I transfer the game in the rhymes
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I'm not a freestyler, don't rap for free main
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It's Paystyle on mine, cuz I love money main
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Landrovers and Toyota, Lexuses
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Six-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor Mercedeses
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We don't be savin hoes, bitches be savin us
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Bitch disrespect me in my car, bitch best to catch the bus
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I keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlin
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Ain't no paperback pimpin nigga, we ain't strugglin
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I'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funky
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Again and again, they say when will it end?
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Maybe never, cause I can still spit it
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But I ain't rappin for cheese, I want meal tickets
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Gotta start somewhere, and I'm past that
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For the right scratch, I be the last mack
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So stick yaself Pretty Tony You tryin ta make a hit,
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but your shit sounds phony Not like AT&T but like ET
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You can't be me, so would you please see
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If you can keep my name out your mouth
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Cause you don't really know what the game's all about
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It's bout feedin the family, not freakin in the Benz
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Rapper`s Ball (Featuring Too Short, K-G)
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| E-40 |
