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[Goldie Loc talking]

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



[Too $hort]

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



[Chorus: Kokane]

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



[Tray Deee]

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



[Goldie Loc]

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



[Chorus: Kokane]

We got, top-notch hoes, y`all fools got crack-hoes

We eatin sirloin steak, y`all fools eat Cheerios

(Check it out)



[$hort] Don`t be trick, you know these hoes so slick

[$hort] Do yo` thang and get rich

[TrayD] Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got

[TrayD] You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot

[$hort] Ask anybody; I stay paid

[$hort] Most niggaz want pussy, tryna get laid

[TrayD] Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe

[TrayD] I break a bitch down then I`m off with the dough

[$hort] I`m so hungry, I can`t wait to eat

[$hort] I ride brand new shit down the street

[TrayD] Life is a game of chess, who plays the best

[TrayD] is the last one that`s laid to rest

[$hort] I know you wanna eat good - it ain`t hard

[$hort] to be a real ghetto superstar

[TrayD] Focus is the key - if ya want it, it could be

[TrayD] If ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see

[TrayD] that`s game



[Chorus: Kokane]

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



[Big Tigger]

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...

[Goldie Loc talking]

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



[Too $hort]

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



[Chorus: Kokane]

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



[Tray Deee]

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



[Goldie Loc]

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



[Chorus: Kokane]

We got, top-notch hoes, y`all fools got crack-hoes

We eatin sirloin steak, y`all fools eat Cheerios

(Check it out)



[$hort] Don`t be trick, you know these hoes so slick

[$hort] Do yo` thang and get rich

[TrayD] Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got

[TrayD] You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot

[$hort] Ask anybody; I stay paid

[$hort] Most niggaz want pussy, tryna get laid

[TrayD] Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe

[TrayD] I break a bitch down then I`m off with the dough

[$hort] I`m so hungry, I can`t wait to eat

[$hort] I ride brand new shit down the street

[TrayD] Life is a game of chess, who plays the best

[TrayD] is the last one that`s laid to rest

[$hort] I know you wanna eat good - it ain`t hard

[$hort] to be a real ghetto superstar

[TrayD] Focus is the key - if ya want it, it could be

[TrayD] If ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see

[TrayD] that`s game



[Chorus: Kokane]

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



[Big Tigger]

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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