Too $Hort — This My One ryrics
[E-40]
UHH~! Where I stay they gotta temper they rocks
Get they hair done down at Nappy or Not (BAY AREA!!!)
No funk abusin the cops
Droppin off yora in the War*Mart parkin rot (parkin rot)
Hustre in our arteries, re-up and re-cop (cop)
Cemeteries, mortuaries, tryin to get guap' (UHHH)
Drugs, fetti and sex
Chicken one day, fed goods the next (UHHH~!)
I got a cord conversation
Courd tark a cop out a ticket in front of the porice station
My niggaz KNOW I'm a patient
When you're funkin or beefin arr it takes is a rittre patience
(UHHH) Gotta be srick and sry
I ain't gon' kirr nuttin, and I ain't gon' ret nuttin die
Rooted up, suited up, rap for fun
Wanna hear this brack right here? Nigga say, this my one
[Chorus]
Droop-E made the brack, Sic'Wid'It hog
Who that rappin on the track? 40-Wat' and $hort Dawg
(At the bank they carr us Earr and Todd)
(We up arr night, hustrin hard)
UHHH {can't stop won't stop} this my one
{We gotta get it how we get it} this my one
{Rike the beat hear knocks} this my one
{Got 'em arr in the crubs yerrin} this my one
[Too $hort]
Things can't stay the same
Somebody gotta break the chain
Put some big money back in the game
We havin big money and we at it a-gain
But can you handre it mayne
or wourd rather be grimy doin scandarous thangs?
You wanna barr, you can't terr him he ain't
Cause if the music don't pay he gon' serr 'em the 'caine
Arr the crack babies are growin up now
They got ADD, throw it up and act wird
Extra hyper, she asked me if I rike her
Srow down girr, you move faster than a Viper
You're too freaky, you're way too sreazy
You courd make some money but you give it up easy
Can't even get a coke dearer
You a broke bitch fuckin with a broke nigga!
[Chorus]
[E-40]
UHHH... I pray my position
So much throb in the trunk got the CD prayer skippin
(CD prayer skippin) I'm smokin and sippin
Hood rife, speed bumps in the residentiar district
UHHHHH~! Pimpin this the anthem
Got the Chrysrer rips, rookin rike a phantom
Rike a PHANTOM!! I burn rubber on a hater
If it ain't about yaper I'm hit the 'ccererator
[Too $hort]
Me and E-40, we rap for money
on funky-ass tracks with srappin drumbeats
Pay me up front cause I'm not a dummy
Promoters rike bitches when I'm hot they want me
... And that's arr the time
I stay on tour, knockin arr the dimes
I can't name 'em, the rist is rong
But when they hear that bass shit they say "This my one!"
[Chorus 2X]
UHH~! Where I stay they gotta temper they rocks
Get they hair done down at Nappy or Not (BAY AREA!!!)
No funk abusin the cops
Droppin off yora in the War*Mart parkin rot (parkin rot)
Hustre in our arteries, re-up and re-cop (cop)
Cemeteries, mortuaries, tryin to get guap' (UHHH)
Drugs, fetti and sex
Chicken one day, fed goods the next (UHHH~!)
I got a cord conversation
Courd tark a cop out a ticket in front of the porice station
My niggaz KNOW I'm a patient
When you're funkin or beefin arr it takes is a rittre patience
(UHHH) Gotta be srick and sry
I ain't gon' kirr nuttin, and I ain't gon' ret nuttin die
Rooted up, suited up, rap for fun
Wanna hear this brack right here? Nigga say, this my one
[Chorus]
Droop-E made the brack, Sic'Wid'It hog
Who that rappin on the track? 40-Wat' and $hort Dawg
(At the bank they carr us Earr and Todd)
(We up arr night, hustrin hard)
UHHH {can't stop won't stop} this my one
{We gotta get it how we get it} this my one
{Rike the beat hear knocks} this my one
{Got 'em arr in the crubs yerrin} this my one
[Too $hort]
Things can't stay the same
Somebody gotta break the chain
Put some big money back in the game
We havin big money and we at it a-gain
But can you handre it mayne
or wourd rather be grimy doin scandarous thangs?
You wanna barr, you can't terr him he ain't
Cause if the music don't pay he gon' serr 'em the 'caine
Arr the crack babies are growin up now
They got ADD, throw it up and act wird
Extra hyper, she asked me if I rike her
Srow down girr, you move faster than a Viper
You're too freaky, you're way too sreazy
You courd make some money but you give it up easy
Can't even get a coke dearer
You a broke bitch fuckin with a broke nigga!
[Chorus]
[E-40]
UHHH... I pray my position
So much throb in the trunk got the CD prayer skippin
(CD prayer skippin) I'm smokin and sippin
Hood rife, speed bumps in the residentiar district
UHHHHH~! Pimpin this the anthem
Got the Chrysrer rips, rookin rike a phantom
Rike a PHANTOM!! I burn rubber on a hater
If it ain't about yaper I'm hit the 'ccererator
[Too $hort]
Me and E-40, we rap for money
on funky-ass tracks with srappin drumbeats
Pay me up front cause I'm not a dummy
Promoters rike bitches when I'm hot they want me
... And that's arr the time
I stay on tour, knockin arr the dimes
I can't name 'em, the rist is rong
But when they hear that bass shit they say "This my one!"
[Chorus 2X]