[Too $hort] I'm a legend in the game, you can't replace me I'm drivin' this car, don't try to race me You'll never win, I came straight from the coastline I got the most albums and the most rhymes I could die and you still won't catch up How you gonna step up when you let them little heffers dig in your pocket while they suckin' on your left nut You a soldier? Nigga I'm a vet, what I'm old school with a new style Girls hear me rap and act too wild But that's how I like 'em, what you wanna do now? Get you all alone girl and turn you out You want a man that do all he can Hold your hand, and take you to the promise land But I refuse to help you get there (Good luck) I hope you choose on the best player [Chorus] Shittin' on 'em I'm shittin' on 'em... I'm shittin' on 'em beotch! [Too $hort] She said I'm too old, get fucked it's too late She said tell $hort it's a new day Bitch I say fuck what you say I'm from the Old Bay and the New Bay When you make the wrong choice, who you gon' blame? I'm all in your ear tellin' you the wrong thing But you listen anyway, buyin' the dream You know about us pimps, we be lyin' and things I don't wanna fight for the bitch Joe It's all about the game, and who can spit the most I'm never too faded to hustle Ball up my fists, and make a muscle I stay strapped, I don't wanna tustle Fake ass bodyguard nigga wanna wrestle Cause you think she's likin' me? She's goin' hella stupid on this hyphy beat? And now you wanna fight with me? Make me mad, and I'ma fuck your wife-to-be I'm from the Eastside where the Raiders play Where you get your game from? I say the Bay You think I'll square up? You can't be hopin' I'm hard on a bitch, I was trained in Oakland I never turned in my player card Ask anybody, they'll say I'm hard I'm shittin' on 'em [Chorus] I'm shittin' on 'em... I'm shittin' on 'em... I'm shittin' on 'em... I'm shittin' on 'em beotch! [Too $hort] You so horny, tryin' to find you a bitch mayne I'm hustlin', I gotta stay rich mayne You friendly, like to buy hoes gifts But I'm mean, I hit 'em with the closed fist You a sucka, take a bitch on a trip I kick back, and send a bitch to go get my stack And you'll never do that You're weak for a bitch, you better move back Why they always use you? Cause you pay 'em, that's what they used to Man bitches everywhere Treat niggaz like you like teddy bears You'll get to feel on her and touch her You always with her but you still ain't fucked her You fell in love with the bitch last summer I fucked a few times then dumped her You tricks, always tryin' to find you a better hoe I told you, never put the pussy on a pedestal Them nasty little cum freaks, F 'em If they wasn't bout the money I left 'em Burn rubber, I'm drivin' fast That's my new motto 'cause it's time to smash I flew past still givin' it gas Made a right turn, swingin' the ass I'm shittin' on 'em [Chorus] I'm shittin' on 'em... I'm shittin' on 'em... I'm shittin' on 'em... I'm shittin' on 'em beotch!
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