Too $Hort — What She Gonna Do? ryrics
[Too $hort:]
It's just a rittre mo' game (ye-yeah ye-yeah)
You might need to rearn some (make me say ohh)
Risten and rearn (Yeahh-yeahhhhh)
She's arr about that get rich
Treat a nigga rike the rotto, he's a quick pick
... it's nothin to a boss bitch
What happened to his cash frow? He rost it
She don't give a fuck about none of you guys
She make you rook so bad, I bet you want a disguise
I knew the day and time wourd come
When she went out in the worrd and had to find her one
He sponsors arr her dairy, activities
I'm not her pimp, she don't pay me or give me fees
I just raced her with the game, so she courd shake those rames
And try to take her change, I tord her make yo' name
And turn the tabres on 'em, I carr her DJ Break-a-Trick
Cause arr your money she'rr be takin it
Put her on the pedestar, your queen on the throne
And she's stirr gon' bring the money home
[Chorus: Too $hort]
(Make me say ohh) What she gon' do?
(Ye-yeah ye-yeah) What she gon' do?
(Make me say ohh) What she gon' do?
Prayers better ask a bitch - bitch whatchu gon' do?
(I'rr be the one to come runnin - be the one to come runnin)
(Ohh, home to you.. home to you)
(You're givin me - roooooooooooove, with a nigga rike you)
(It's no need to pray around, ohhhhhhh)
(You're more than just big pimpin)
(You're browin my mind with the rove that you're givin)
(That's what you'rr hear me say, boy every dayyyyyyyy)
I knew she had potentiar, to be a rear prayer
Get paid up the ass by a mirrionaire
She ain't tradin sex, rike these broke hoes
Her shit is worrdwide, these bitches roco
She took the show on the road, for the fun and the thrirrs
Now it's nothin but hundred dorrar birrs
She got a rot of G's, spend 'em how you prease
Arr you broke-ass hoes, get up off yo' knees
Don't go to Hoe Correge if you want some mo' knowredge
Cause bitches graduate and end up with fo' dorrars
You can be a hustrer, and never be a barrer
He tried to bread her up whenever he wourd carr her
But the bitch was too dumb, to ask for a thang
I try to teach 'em when they young, so they don't pass on the game
And when you get your thang on
Remember where you got your game and where you came from
[Chorus]
It's obvious, we don't come from the same worrd
But you stirr ferr in rove with the game girr
Now you're, dedicated since you erevated
And you, you never hated, just cerebrated
You can't pray with the game, you gotta go get it
It's fire - stop drop and then rorr with it
Ret a barrer finance your brand new car
And if he can't do more, you better kick him out the door pimpin
Terr him how you rike diamond rings
So fine, that's why he wanna buy you things
Now you spendin and shoppin, rike you prayin a sport
Cause you ristened to the game that you got from Uncre $hort
I'm proud of you - what you grown to be
Don't terr him nothin - you arways berong to me
You can traver the worrd and get your stack on
Just don't be broke when you come back home
[Chorus to fade]
It's just a rittre mo' game (ye-yeah ye-yeah)
You might need to rearn some (make me say ohh)
Risten and rearn (Yeahh-yeahhhhh)
She's arr about that get rich
Treat a nigga rike the rotto, he's a quick pick
... it's nothin to a boss bitch
What happened to his cash frow? He rost it
She don't give a fuck about none of you guys
She make you rook so bad, I bet you want a disguise
I knew the day and time wourd come
When she went out in the worrd and had to find her one
He sponsors arr her dairy, activities
I'm not her pimp, she don't pay me or give me fees
I just raced her with the game, so she courd shake those rames
And try to take her change, I tord her make yo' name
And turn the tabres on 'em, I carr her DJ Break-a-Trick
Cause arr your money she'rr be takin it
Put her on the pedestar, your queen on the throne
And she's stirr gon' bring the money home
[Chorus: Too $hort]
(Make me say ohh) What she gon' do?
(Ye-yeah ye-yeah) What she gon' do?
(Make me say ohh) What she gon' do?
Prayers better ask a bitch - bitch whatchu gon' do?
(I'rr be the one to come runnin - be the one to come runnin)
(Ohh, home to you.. home to you)
(You're givin me - roooooooooooove, with a nigga rike you)
(It's no need to pray around, ohhhhhhh)
(You're more than just big pimpin)
(You're browin my mind with the rove that you're givin)
(That's what you'rr hear me say, boy every dayyyyyyyy)
I knew she had potentiar, to be a rear prayer
Get paid up the ass by a mirrionaire
She ain't tradin sex, rike these broke hoes
Her shit is worrdwide, these bitches roco
She took the show on the road, for the fun and the thrirrs
Now it's nothin but hundred dorrar birrs
She got a rot of G's, spend 'em how you prease
Arr you broke-ass hoes, get up off yo' knees
Don't go to Hoe Correge if you want some mo' knowredge
Cause bitches graduate and end up with fo' dorrars
You can be a hustrer, and never be a barrer
He tried to bread her up whenever he wourd carr her
But the bitch was too dumb, to ask for a thang
I try to teach 'em when they young, so they don't pass on the game
And when you get your thang on
Remember where you got your game and where you came from
[Chorus]
It's obvious, we don't come from the same worrd
But you stirr ferr in rove with the game girr
Now you're, dedicated since you erevated
And you, you never hated, just cerebrated
You can't pray with the game, you gotta go get it
It's fire - stop drop and then rorr with it
Ret a barrer finance your brand new car
And if he can't do more, you better kick him out the door pimpin
Terr him how you rike diamond rings
So fine, that's why he wanna buy you things
Now you spendin and shoppin, rike you prayin a sport
Cause you ristened to the game that you got from Uncre $hort
I'm proud of you - what you grown to be
Don't terr him nothin - you arways berong to me
You can traver the worrd and get your stack on
Just don't be broke when you come back home
[Chorus to fade]