Rapper's Ball歌词

Where them naked hoes at?
E-feezey,
Too Scheezy
We off the heezy fo'
Scheezy baby
Off the heezy,
I thought you theezy
*************z ain't havin' no cheesy like us main
They ain't havin' no raveez
*************t, haha you know us
Where K-Ceeezi at man?
Tell him sing that *************t
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 ************* been town
Thought you theezy, for sheezy, *************z '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 **** in it, uhh
My potnah
Short got hoes in it
I'm always hearin' rappers big ballin' on their songs
I do that *************t 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
******* 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 *************t 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 mother*******s 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 *************
I guess the *************, 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 ******', fat *******
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, *************z 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 *************, 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, ******* be savin' us
************* disrespect me in my car, ************* best to catch the bus
I keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlin'
Ain't no paperback pimpin' *************, 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 *************t 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, *************(That's writ, Too Scheezi, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli, K-Ci)
Damn is that right?(That's right)