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Too Short
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This Is How We Eat
作詞:T. Davis, Jerry Long, D. Morgan, T. Shaw, Keiwan Dashawn Spillman, M. Wells
Definition - gangsta, hustla, you know We make money, we eat, we feed Pay attention - (Beitch) *beat starts* Uhh, yeah, come on Uhh uhh, make some music Dogg House, you know $Hort Dog peep game, come on I'm ridin down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets No beer-belly fool, we get it all for eats Cocoa Puff the green leaf, cloud up We some gangstas makin money, never been a scrub Whattchu know about sellin dope But the only thing you good for now, is droppin the soap Goldie Loc, Tray Deee, Too $hort, no doubt Tell 'em how we eat and what we all about, nigga
These hoes know what's up, niggaz been havin game O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch I'm the same Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same Made thirteen albums in a row Be like Too $hort baby and pimp a hoe It's so easy, if ya know how to get it You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
Fuck a business suit, I'm out to where we juice Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless loot Runnin game from the brain or the stainless steel Pushin Holt's high-heels when we bang the field With the heat out, jack the whole hood with G-clout Invisible perimeters for niggaz to keep out You ain't got to ask what the fuck what we bout Whatever, get the cheddar than an nigga can ease out
I used to be able to jump from the free-throw line and bang Now I bust and crush tracks, nothin really changed Except, twelve-inch scars on my body What I mean by that, I was hit by some hotties (nigga) Call somebody, I'm layin in this motherfucker bloody It wasn't because of my shoes, clothes, or money I was at the wrong place at the wrong time Paramedics don't know, I was a victim of the crime Talking Just keep gettin that money mayne Fuck them niggaz, yeah this how we eat 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
$HortDon't be trick, you know these hoes so slick $HortDo yo' thang and get rich TrayDGet wise, enterprise with the game ya got TrayDYou could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot $HortAsk anybodyI stay paid $HortMost niggaz want pussy, tryna get laid TrayDStayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe TrayDI break a bitch down then I'm off with the dough $HortI'm so hungry, I can't wait to eat $HortI ride brand new shit down the street TrayDLife is a game of chess, who plays the best TrayDis the last one that's laid to rest $HortI know you wanna eat good - it ain't hard $Hortto be a real ghetto superstar TrayDFocus is the key - if ya want it, it could be TrayDIf ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see TrayDthat's game
We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
Catch me headed out west, Impala drive And when they see balkin and be talkin bout (?) Too $hort, Eastsidaz, and ya boy Big Tig It's on and poppin now, but we wattn't always this big Wanted a Benz and a Lotus (what?) Whatever feels, sprayin Raid on the roaches I mean the whole damn scene was kinda hopless (whattchu mean?) Came home to it, then we flipped the notice Now we big crib livin, Rockland and non-stop With hot women, cop drops with rims that don't stop spinnin (whoo!) And it's just the beginnin (what?) Cuz as long as the game strong we gon' keep winnin Big Tigger, Too $hort, drops it so mean That lets us go get us a team of flatscreens Three cars, three cribs and three bikes When I drop this hot shit, I'm gonna cop three plus three mics Talking Y'all niggaz better stop playin and get yo' game tight Too $hort, Eastsidaz, Big Tig oh boy Album number 13 nigga, y'all better stop chasin the cat Chase that money, well unless you know The cat got money (please believe it) this how we eat nigga Let's go, oh boy
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