Rapper's Ball (feat. Too $hort & K-Ci)

Where them naked hoes at?

E-Feezy

Too Sheezy

We off the heezy fa Sheezy baby

Off the heezy, I thought you theezy

Niggas ain't having no cheezy like us mayne

They ain't havin no raveez! ya know? Shit

Ha ha, know what I'm saying?

Where K-Ceezy at man? tell him sing that shit

Lace them fools or something

Biotch

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

Claiming that your mail is tall

Tell me is it true or false

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

I was having B-R-E-A-D way before this rap game, nigga, been tim'

Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggas 'member

Earl, Brandt and Dannell, them boys from Vallejo

At every light it's automatic, burn rubber!

See my folkers in the traffic, wassupper?

Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh

My nigga short got some hoes in it

I'm always hearing rappers big balling on they songs

I do that shit for real and you will never say I'm wrong

S-500 straight sitting on 20's

TV in the dash, pimpin' hoes getting money

I'm too short, baby, been down since the 80's

For the last eight years rode around in a mercedes

Lexus, 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

Claiming that your mail is tall

Tell me is it true or false

K-Ci, $hort and Forty Fonzarelli

I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perelli

But shit, we just want a help

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 TV

With the Armani, chanel versus Versace

Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?

Sometimes it's cool to floss

But don't buy an 85 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 stepping out the shower on a marble floor

I pay the IRS taxes, send FedEx and faxes

This industry is like fucking fat bitches

All work and no play, I do it everyday

Anyway 'cause 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

Claiming that your mail is tall

Tell me is it true or false

We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggas 'bout they paper

Ultrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego Jamaica

Front row seats at the ultimate fights, Shamrock and Severn

Long expensive fa-uh-flights, up there in the heavens

Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribs

Smoking blunts and drinking brew on the balcony, barbecuing ribs

The more scrilla, the merrier

I represent the Yay Area

I walked from Foothill and Havenscourt to 67th, MacArthur

To Freddie-B house to make tapes with my partner

Hit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sale

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

It's funky, everybody nod they head like this

I said bitch, and everybody read my lips

I got rich, sucking up the game from the O

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

I survived 'cause 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 transferred the game into rhymes

I'm not a freestyler, don't rap for free mayne

It's paystyle on mine, 'cause I love money mayne

Landrovers and Toyota, Lexuses

600 V-12 with them big ass motor Mercedeses

We don't be saving hoes, bitches be saving 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-hustling

Ain't no paperback pimping nigga, we ain't struggling

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'll be the last mack

So stick yaself Pretty Tony

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

Not like AT and T but like ET

You 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 freaking in the Benz

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

And stop pimping in your own mind, knowin' you a trick

Put your hustle down playa, go and hit you a lick

Bitch!

That's ritt

Too Sheezy, Ant Banks, 40 Fonzarelli, K-Ci

Damn, is that right?

That's right