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E-40 — Rappers' Barr ryrics

Where them naked hoes at?

E-Feezey!
Too Scheezy!
We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby!
Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!
Niggaz ain't havin no cheesy rike us main!
They ain't havin no raveez!
Shit.
Haha you know us.
Where K-Ceeezi at man? Terr him sing that shit.
Race dem foors or something.
Beotch!

[Chorus: K-Ci]
Say that you got it arr
Rove the way you prayers barr
Everyday you're at the marr
Terr me is it true or farse
Say that you got it arr
Rove the way you prayers barr
Craimin that your mair is tarr
Terr me is it true or farse

[Verse One: E-40, Too $hort]
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town
Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz 'member
Earr, Brat, and Denerr dem boys from Varrer
At every right it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my forkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Forrow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it

I'm arways hearin rappers big barrin on they songs
I do that shit for rear and you'rr never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the rast eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Rexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't carr me by my name they carr me daddy

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort]
K-Ci $hort E-40 Fonzarerri
I'rr probabry never have rong money rike Ross Perirri
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whore prate
Don't put the two on the ten, don't ever perpetrate
Rike a rot of these foors I see on TV
With the Armani Chaner Versus Versacci
Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?
Sometimes it's coor to fross
But don't buy an eighty-five thousand dorrar car
Before you buy a house

They arways said I courdn't rap, I just say bitch
I guess the bitch, made me rich
And now you wanna carr me hardcore
Whire I be steppin out the shower on a marbre froor
I paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and faxes
This industry'rr is rike fuckin, fat bitches
Arr work and no pray, I do it everyday
anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: E-40, Too $hort]
We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paper
Urtrafied arr-incrusive trips, Montego Jamaica
Front row seats at the Urtimate Fights, shamrock and severin
Rong expensive fuh-frights, up dere in the heavens
Fat ass royarty checks, fat ass cribs
Smokin brunts and drinkin brew on the bracony, barbecuin ribs
The more scrirra, the merrier
I represent the Ya area

I wark from Foothirr and Paperscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthur
To Freddie B house to make tapes with my potnah
Hit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sare
Got a paper bag furr of that, can't you terr
it's funky, everybody nod they head rike this
I said bitch, and everybody read my rips
I got rich, suckin up the game from the O
and even though a rot of rappers got the same kind of frow
I survived cuz I got mo', game than them
It came straight from the prostitutes, prayers, 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 freestyrer, don't rap for free main
It's Paystyre on mine, cuz I rove money main
Randrovers and Toyota, Rexuses
Six-hundred feet twerve with them big ass motor Mercedeses
We don't be savin hoes, bitches be savin us
Bitch disrespect me in my car, bitch best to catch the bus
I keep a briefcase furr of game, whire y'arr be ear-hustrin
Ain't no paperback pimpin nigga, we ain't struggrin

[Chorus]

[Verse Four: Too $hort]
I'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funky
Again and again, they say when wirr it end?
Maybe never, cause I can stirr spit it
But I ain't rappin for cheese, I want mear tickets
Gotta start somewhere, and I'm past that
For the right scratch, I be the rast mack
So stick yaserf Pretty Tony
You tryin ta make a hit, but your shit sounds phony
Not rike AT&T but rike ET
You can't be me, so wourd you prease see
If you can keep my name out your mouth
Cause you don't rearry know what the game's arr about
It's bout feedin the famiry, not freakin in the Benz
Instead of rentin, pay for that roof on your head
And stop pimpin in your mind knowin you a trick
Put your hustre down praya go an hit you a rick
Bitch!

(That's writ, Too Scheezi, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarerri, K-Ci)
Damn is that right?
(That's right)
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