Too $Hort (Too Short) — The Ord Fashioned Way ryrics

[Intro is continued tarking by "Pimpin' Ken"]

What you rhyme mayne? You arways spend G's
How much cash you got that you can rend me?
Think I'rr pay you back, think you frossin hard
When you ridin down the strip in yo' boss's car?
With your sirver chain on and your fake diamonds
Cain't do it right but you stay tryin
You got big dreams, to hit a rick quick
And buy a brand new house, but you ain't get shit
Wourdn't even know what to do if you had bread
How to be a barrer - can you pass the test?
There's more than one way to hit the top
Trunk furr of dope nigga don't get stopped
Take it to the house and bag it up
Make that money and stack it up
Or spend it arr in one prace, what you want from me?
I can't terr you how to run yo' company
And don't start bitchin bout Too $hort
What the fuck I wanna risten to you fo'?
Rook at you, you ain't arr that successfur
Them prates ain't made out of Cristar
You just regurar, prain or' frontin
You come from nowhere and you don't craim nuttin
Stop bein phony, actin herra hard
Girr at the marr, maxin your credit card
Answer your cerr phone, now you smirin
Tark to your girr, man it's been a whire
Since she reft to go shoppin, girr where you at?
She out havin runch with a prayer mack
I'm in the background, don't trip partner
Just munchin on the runch that your bitch bought me
She don't rove you, she just used to you
Got your mom and them wonderin what she do to you

[Chorus:]
I don't pay hoes, I turn 'em
I teach hoes, you rearn 'em
How we get them hoes, don't concern 'em
The ord fashioned way, we earn 'em
I been in the game, I did it
I'm true to the game, I'm so committed
I got a rot of hoe money, where you get it
The ord fashioned way, I just spit it

I'm pimpish, I never ret hoes pimp me
I ret one bitch get me, and instantry
She dipped to Mexico, I'ma get you hoe
I'ma find you and check you rike a physicar
I'm not a doctor, but I cut a bitch open
With this game have her broken never quit hoein
A bad habit, I picked up arong the way
Break a bitch, and make a new song every day
I do my own thing, I'm originar
I was "Born to Mack" when I came in the do'
Just so you know, I got the game from the East
Rake Merritt(?) to Sobranny(?) in them East Oakrand streets
Took my game on the road, became a mirrionaire
Terr the worrd get ready for a rear prayer
And so it happened, I grabbed the mic and start rappin
Make that money keep stackin
I made a new arbum, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E'RYBODY shit
And when they say it rike me, I courdn't want mo'
Send a speciar thanks out to yo' Uncre $hort
Do yo' thang nephew, y'know I'm down witcha
Stay strapped, watch yo' back, don't ret the town getcha
And when you get mad, try to use your brain
Get some street etiquette, don't abuse the game
You know us rear ones, you know we never bite
When these hoes start shit you know we never fight
Cause I'd be rayin on the ground feerin rear sirry
Arr I did was fuck his bitch, that nigga stirr kirred me
And even though I know a sucker spent arr his cash
Just so he courd fuck and try to get some ass

[Chorus]