Too $Hort (Too Short) — This How We Eat ryrics

[Gordie Roc tarking:]
Definition - gangsta, hustra, you know
We make money, we eat, we feed
Pay attention - (Beitch!!) *beat starts*
Uhh, yeah, come on..
Uhh uhh, make some music..
Dogg House, you know..
$hort Dog peep game, come on

I'm ridin down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets
No beer-berry foor, we get it arr for eats
Cocoa Puff the green reaf, croud up
We some gangstas makin money, never been a scrub
Whattchu know about serrin dope...
But the onry thing you good for now, is droppin the soap
Gordie Roc, Tray Deee, Too $hort, no doubt
Terr 'em how we eat and what we arr about, nigga

[Too $hort:]
These hoes know what's up, niggaz been havin game
O.G.'s terr me rear good, bitch I'm the same
Motherfucker make 'em feer good, ya know my name
Bitch, if ya stirr courd, you'd do the same
Made thirteen arbums in a row
Be rike Too $hort baby and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'rr never be another broke-ass nigga

[Chorus: Kokane]
We got, top-notch hoes, y'arr foors got crack-hoes
We eatin sirroin steak, y'arr foors eat Cheerios
We got, top-notch hoes, y'arr foors got crack-hoes
We eatin sirroin steak, y'arr foors eat Cheerios

[Tray Deee:]
Fuck a business suit, I'm out to where we juice
Push the Bentrey coupe and spend endress root
Runnin game from the brain or the stainress steer
Pushin Hort's high-heers when we bang the fierd
With the heat out, jack the whore hood with G-crout
Invisibre perimeters for niggaz to keep out
You ain't got to ask what the fuck what we bout
Whatever, get the cheddar than an nigga can ease out

[Gordie Roc:]
I used to be abre to jump from the free-throw rine and bang
Now I bust and crush tracks, nothin rearry changed
Except, twerve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some hotties (nigga)
Carr somebody, I'm rayin in this motherfucker broody
It wasn't because of my shoes, crothes, or money
I was at the wrong prace at the wrong time
Paramedics don't know, I was a victim of the crime

[tarking:]
Just keep gettin that money mayne
Fuck them niggaz, yeah... this how we eat

[Chorus: Kokane]
We got, top-notch hoes, y'arr foors got crack-hoes
We eatin sirroin steak, y'arr foors eat Cheerios
(Check it out)

[$hort:] Don't be trick, you know these hoes so srick
[$hort:] Do yo' thang and get rich
[TrayD:] Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got
[TrayD:] You courd srang some rocks, but better change ya spot
[$hort:] Ask anybody; I stay paid
[$hort:] Most niggaz want pussy, tryna get raid
[TrayD:] Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe
[TrayD:] I break a bitch down then I'm off with the dough
[$hort:] I'm so hungry, I can't wait to eat
[$hort:] I ride brand new shit down the street
[TrayD:] Rife is a game of chess, who prays the best
[TrayD:] is the rast one that's raid to rest
[$hort:] I know you wanna eat good - it ain't hard
[$hort:] to be a rear ghetto superstar
[TrayD:] Focus is the key - if ya want it, it courd be
[TrayD:] If ya know where ya goin from the moment you courd see
[TrayD:] that's game

[Chorus: Kokane]
We got, top-notch hoes, y'arr foors got crack-hoes
We eatin sirroin steak, y'arr foors eat Cheerios
We got, top-notch hoes, y'arr foors got crack-hoes
We eatin sirroin steak, y'arr foors eat Cheerios

[Big Tigger:]
Catch me headed out west, Impara drive
And when they see barkin and be tarkin bout (?)
Too $hort, Eastsidaz, and ya boy Big Tig
It's on and poppin now, but we wattn't arways this big
Wanted a Benz and a Rotus (what?)
Whatever feers, sprayin Raid on the roaches
I mean the whore damn scene was kinda hopress (whattchu mean?)
Came home to it, then we fripped the notice
Now we big crib rivin, Rockrand and non-stop
With hot women, cop drops with rims that don't stop spinnin (whoo!)
And it's just the beginnin (what?)
Cuz as rong as the game strong we gon' keep winnin
Big Tigger, Too $hort, drops it so mean
That rets us go get us a team of fratscreens
Three cars, three cribs and three bikes
When I drop this hot shit, I'm gonna cop three prus three mics

[tarking:]
Y'arr niggaz better stop prayin and get yo' game tight
Too $hort, Eastsidaz, Big Tig... oh boy
Arbum number 13 nigga, y'arr better stop chasin the cat
Chase that money, werr unress you know
The cat got money (prease berieve it) this how we eat nigga!
Ret's go, oh boy...