[Too Short talking]
[Chorus]
All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his dough
Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like
You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me?
[Too Short]
Little fast bitch, actin` sarcastic
Need to get her ass kicked, tryin` to get the cash quick
She be my last pick, I got a real hoe
Take yo` ass back to class and buy a dildo
Don`t let the freak in you keep you up all night
Gettin` fucked and sucked, you wastin` your life
Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down
She gotta understand what I know now
Ain`t no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch
Come around me gettin` credit cards and don`t do shit, bitch
I travel throughout the year
I keep a woman with a house and her own career
So when I buy her a diamond ring, it`s just a gift (what`s your name?)
Too Short baby, don`t need to trick
I give her what she want cause I`m a real player
Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later
[Chorus 2x]
[Young Bloodz]
See I ilke them crazy hoe
Them straight, get down and pay me hoe
I wouldn`t mind no jazzy hoe
Make my creep fall right out my clothes
On the blow, can`t let no hoe see my flow
Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go)
Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh)
Put you in the street, make me mo` money mo`
[Young Bloodz]
Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol` jazzy hoe
Straight boozyabitch, ol` sassy hoe
Who think she fly to death, so I ain`t gon` hold my breath
To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo`self
For as I cut one but two down the line
But could it be yo` hoe that I`m cuttin` everytime?
And I come to find she servin` every nigga in yo` clique
To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick
[Mr. Black]
Quote for quote, who tote like this
Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit
Snatchin` all the hoes in your harem, indeed
I mock turtlenecks while I`m bees and tweed
Til I proceed, damn right, the spot`s tight
Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might
Bag these bitches like groceries
Player to player, you can`t get close to me
Now who you `posed to be?
Pullin` toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin` fly
And I can tell she schemin` (why`s that?)
Cause she like the ice is gleamin` (okay)
But that`s cool though, cause I know how to stain golds
I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know
I slang flow, east to west
Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test
[Chorus 2x]
[Eightball]
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
When the real motherfuckin` player come around
Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak
Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin` Hennessee
Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne
Chiefin` up some hay, gettin` at them hoes, man
Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that?
I got star hoes pickin` me up in Tahoes
Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin`-to-score hoes
Mickey dropin` hoes, quick to drop they clothes
I give those only funky weave wearin` bitches
All made up, gettin` at a niggas riches
I like women with they head on straight
Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit` Eight
Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds
Gettin` pimped by them space age jazzy hoes
[Chorus]
[Too Short talking in background]
