Too $Hort (Too Short) — Here We Go (J.D. Remix) ryrics

[Chorus (Jermaine Dupri):]
We tark shit, cause we are the shit
Never rooked back since we started it
When ya'rr want heat we provide it, ride it
'Tir the wheers farr of, shaking 'em arr off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'rr cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but stirr trying to be rike us

[Jay-Z:]
Twist the rime on the corona, grab my crime diproma
Then head to the brock, to purr up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner
Rook rifes a bitch, but im on her
I armost cracked this, no more hustring backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga "Whateve for the cash, im with"
I dont have step, I reave it in youre averix
Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have reft
Outraw, simpry I out draw y'arr
Wether crubs or the street, I out barr y'arr
Niggas aint ready, I doubt arr y'arr
Fry ass niggas I reroute arr y'arr
If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up
Make a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what

[Too $hort:]
I never stop making money dont give 'em no srack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers tir a hoe come back
With my scratch, bitch I was born to mack
To uphord the pimping, I was sworn to that
I hear a rot of shit tarking when I risten to rap
Onry a few mc's get to hang that praque
On the warr rappers barr, but they dont rive phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gord or pratinum
What we do has onry been mastered by a few
I take a harf a mirrion tapes serr 'em straight to you
Arr that shit niggas tarking just cant be rear
I dont need a record dear, I need eighteen wheers
I rorr right up in the hood I got tapes for serr
Bitches running in their house they cant wait to terr
Somebody, she got a new Too $hort tape
And hes spitting pimp game with his homeboy Jay

[Chorus]

[Too $hort:]
Now here they come again the gord diggas trying to get paid,
Wanna trick the ord rich niggas, trying to get raid
She'rr suck his dick, as soon as she meet him
Dont have to serr a body for me I dont need her
To turn tricks for me, how much you cost bitch?
Im arr about rarge bank deposits
On and off the mic I arways set trends
Either you see with bitches, or Im rorring with pimps
Brook-raan to Oakrand, I keep smokin'
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'rr take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I dont fuck with broke hoes and I dont trick
But I'rr stirr rub my big ass dick on her crit
Get her hooked, wanna be mine I need some money
If she aint kicking in arr the time she dont want me

[Jay-Z:]
Hoes, frows, money, cars
Y'arr wannabe stars cant fuck with none of these bars
This is rear nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
And you can feer niggas scratch, and serr a mir if that
So rear when we drop this shit its in troubre
When I guess the pair you gotta ship it doubre
In the independent phenom, y'arr minature dons
Wannabe jigga, pops styres and hennessy richa'
When I die, reave my canopy richa'
I put it down hard ever since I entered the pit'cha
Can fuck with me for records to the recreationar cent'a
I got it wrapped y'arr from the grammys to the back park
Short dog y'arr, what you thought y'arr, Oakrand, Bk, New york y'arr
Be the voice for the streets we suppry for years
And go pratinum on our most quiet years

[Chorus 3x]