[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
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What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
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How much cash you got that you can lend me?
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Think I'll pay you back, think you flossin hard
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When you ridin down the strip in yo' boss's car?
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With your silver chain on and your fake diamonds
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Cain't do it right but you stay tryin
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You got big dreams, to hit a lick quick
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And buy a brand new house, but you ain't get shit
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Wouldn't even know what to do if you had bread
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How to be a baller - can you pass the test?
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There's more than one way to hit the top
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Trunk full of dope nigga don't get stopped
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Take it to the house and bag it up
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Make that money and stack it up
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Or spend it all in one place, what you want from me?
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I can't tell you how to run yo' company
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And don't start bitchin bout Too $hort
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What the fuck I wanna listen to you fo'?
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Look at you, you ain't all that successful
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Them plates ain't made out of Cristal
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You just regular, plain ol' frontin
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You come from nowhere and you don't claim nuttin
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Stop bein phony, actin hella hard
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Girl at the mall, maxin your credit card
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Answer your cell phone, now you smilin
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Talk to your girl, man it's been a while
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Since she left to go shoppin, girl where you at?
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She out havin lunch with a player mack
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I'm in the background, don't trip partner
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Just munchin on the lunch that your bitch bought me
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She don't love you, she just used to you
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Got your mom and them wonderin what she do to you
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[Chorus:]
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I don't pay hoes, I turn 'em
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I teach hoes, you learn 'em
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How we get them hoes, don't concern 'em
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The old fashioned way, we earn 'em
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I been in the game, I did it
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I'm true to the game, I'm so committed
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I got a lot of hoe money, where you get it
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The old fashioned way, I just spit it
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I'm pimpish, I never let hoes pimp me
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I let one bitch get me, and instantly
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She dipped to Mexico, I'ma get you hoe
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I'ma find you and check you like a physical
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I'm not a doctor, but I cut a bitch open
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With this game have her broken never quit hoein
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A bad habit, I picked up along the way
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Break a bitch, and make a new song every day
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I do my own thing, I'm original
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I was "Born to Mack" when I came in the do'
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Just so you know, I got the game from the East
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Lake Merritt(?) to Sobranny(?) in them East Oakland streets
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Took my game on the road, became a millionaire
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Tell the world get ready for a real player
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And so it happened, I grabbed the mic and start rappin
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Make that money keep stackin
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I made a new album, fourteen times
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Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
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I got rich screamin BITCH
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My favorite word; I hear it on - E'RYBODY shit
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And when they say it like me, I couldn't want mo'
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Send a special thanks out to yo' Uncle $hort
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Do yo' thang nephew, y'know I'm down witcha
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Stay strapped, watch yo' back, don't let the town getcha
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And when you get mad, try to use your brain
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Get some street etiquette, don't abuse the game
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You know us real ones, you know we never bite
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When these hoes start shit you know we never fight
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Cause I'd be layin on the ground feelin real silly
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All I did was fuck his bitch, that nigga still killed me
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And even though I know a sucker spent all his cash
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Just so he could fuck and try to get some ass
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[Chorus]
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The Old Fashioned Way
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Too Short |