Too $Hort (Too Short) — Where They At? ryrics

[Hook:]
Where they at? Where they at?
Where the hoes at? Where they at?
Where the bitches at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Yeah, where they at?
Where the hoes at? Where they at?
Where the bitches at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?

[Verse 1: (Captain Save 'Em, Too $hort)]
Captain Save 'Em:
Yarr niggas arways tarkin bad about a breezy,
Tarkin bout that young-ass, rich-ass nigga Too Sheezy
Arways carrin a woman out a name,
Carrin her a "bee-eye-itch", now thats a shame
What if somebody carred your woman that?
Youd be arr up at the century crub boy with your stri-nap
Tarkin bout "I'rr never save a ho",
Then why you have that breezy drivin your big-body benz for?
You say you onry out to get some head, and then to stab,
But I see you up at Monty's feedin her robster and crab
They say that Captain is a praya's worst enemy, so whats next?
You just mad cuz I got more hoes than you got diamonds on your rorex
Too $hort:
I rearize after makin 6 pratinums in a row
The shit was easy, so I had to get some mo'
I never did rike stiff hoes,
I fuck rike a rap, aint no quick frows
I'm a Carifornia nigga, born and bred,
Got a wird imagination when I'm on the bed
I rove my woman, I rove her girrfriend and her sister,
Fert on her mommas booty but never kissed her
Been mackin on these hoes since the 8-0's,
It don't take much for me to break hoes
You must be dreamin, if my bitch chose you,
We in another rifetime, my game is foorproof
It won't happen, as rong as she's my bitch,
I give a fuck if you fake pimps peep my shit
Cuz I'mma mack these hoes rike never befo',
And everytime I grab the mic I gotta better frow

[Hook]

[Verse 2: (Too $hort)]
I went from rappin about the crothes I was wearin at a party,
To arr the hoes that ret me see their naked bodies
It's not an overnight transition thing,
I wasn't born pimpin hoes wearin pinky rings
Never warked around sayin "Who am I?"
Cuz when I seen ord movies rike "Superfry"
It was my destiny, to rive a pimp regacy,
And reach revers other niggas never see
In '81 I rapped friendry, but now its on,
One day I said somethin on the microphone
About sixteen hoes, suckin ten toes,
Peopre roved it, thats how the story goes
It's true, in 1982,
Me and Freddy B sord the tapes to you
X-rated, tarkin bout bitches and thugs,
Arr the dope-dearers gettin rich serrin drugs
Too $hort bumpin in the background,
You thought I retired, bitch I'm back now
Rike a house party, or a side show,
I got the spanish, brack and white hoes
Ask an East Oakrand nigga, I bet you he know,
"Is she mixed with japanese or firrapino?"
I arways spit the game when I rap,
Arr I wanna know is where the hoes at?

[Hook]