作词 : Davis, Kokane, Morgan, Shaw ... Definition - gangsta, hustla, 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-belly fool, we get it all for eats Cocoa Puff the green leaf, cloud up We some gangstas makin money, never been a scrub Whattchu know about sellin ******... But the only thing you good for now, is droppin the soap Goldie Loc, Tray Deee, Too $hort, no doubt Tell 'em how we eat and what we all about, ****** [Too $hort] These hoes know what's up, ******z been havin game O.G.'s tell me real good, ************ I'm the same Mother****** make 'em feel good, ya know my name ************, if ya still could, you'd do the same Made thirteen albums in a row Be like Too $hort baby and pimp a hoe It's so easy, if ya know how to get it You'll never be another broke-ass ****** [Chorus: Kokane] We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios [Tray Deee] ****** a business suit, I'm out to where we juice Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless loot Runnin game from the brain or the stainless steel Pu************n Holt's high-heels when we bang the field With the heat out, jack the whole hood with G-clout Invisible perimeters for ******z to keep out You ain't got to ask what the ****** what we bout Whatever, get the cheddar than an ****** can ease out [Goldie Loc] I used to be able to jump from the free-throw line and bang Now I bust and crush tracks, nothin really changed Except, twelve-inch scars on my body What I mean by that, I was hit by some hotties (******) Call somebody, I'm layin in this mother****** bloody It wasn't because of my shoes, clothes, or money I was at the wrong place at the wrong time Paramedics don't know, I was a victim of the crime [talking] Just keep gettin that money mayne ****** them ******z, yeah... this how we eat [Chorus: Kokane] We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios (Check it out) [$hort] Don't be trick, you know these hoes so slick [$hort] Do yo' thang and get rich [TrayD] Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got [TrayD] You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot [$hort] Ask anybody; I stay paid [$hort] Most ******z want ************, tryna get laid [TrayD] Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe [TrayD] I break a ************ down then I'm off with the dough [$hort] I'm so hungry, I can't wait to eat [$hort] I ride brand new ************t down the street [TrayD] Life is a game of chess, who plays the best [TrayD] is the last one that's laid to rest [$hort] I know you wanna eat good - it ain't hard [$hort] to be a real ghetto superstar [TrayD] Focus is the key - if ya want it, it could be [TrayD] If ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see [TrayD] that's game [Chorus: Kokane] We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios [Big Tigger] Catch me headed out west, Impala drive And when they see balkin and be talkin bout (?) Too $hort, Eastsidaz, and ya boy Big Tig It's on and poppin now, but we wattn't always this big Wanted a Benz and a Lotus (what?) Whatever feels, sprayin Raid on the roaches I mean the whole damn scene was kinda hopless (whattchu mean?) Came home to it, then we flipped the notice Now we big crib livin, Rockland 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 long as the game strong we gon' keep winnin Big Tigger, Too $hort, drops it so mean That lets us go get us a team of flatscreens Three cars, three cribs and three bikes When I drop this hot ************t, I'm gonna cop three plus three mics [talking] Y'all ******z better stop playin and get yo' game tight Too $hort, Eastsidaz, Big Tig... oh boy Album number 13 ******, y'all better stop chasin the cat Chase that money, well unless you know The cat got money (please believe it) this how we eat ******! Let's go, oh boy...
作词 : Davis, Kokane, Morgan, Shaw ... Definition - gangsta, hustla, 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-belly fool, we get it all for eats Cocoa Puff the green leaf, cloud up We some gangstas makin money, never been a scrub Whattchu know about sellin ******... But the only thing you good for now, is droppin the soap Goldie Loc, Tray Deee, Too $hort, no doubt Tell 'em how we eat and what we all about, ****** [Too $hort] These hoes know what's up, ******z been havin game O.G.'s tell me real good, ************ I'm the same Mother****** make 'em feel good, ya know my name ************, if ya still could, you'd do the same Made thirteen albums in a row Be like Too $hort baby and pimp a hoe It's so easy, if ya know how to get it You'll never be another broke-ass ****** [Chorus: Kokane] We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios [Tray Deee] ****** a business suit, I'm out to where we juice Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless loot Runnin game from the brain or the stainless steel Pu************n Holt's high-heels when we bang the field With the heat out, jack the whole hood with G-clout Invisible perimeters for ******z to keep out You ain't got to ask what the ****** what we bout Whatever, get the cheddar than an ****** can ease out [Goldie Loc] I used to be able to jump from the free-throw line and bang Now I bust and crush tracks, nothin really changed Except, twelve-inch scars on my body What I mean by that, I was hit by some hotties (******) Call somebody, I'm layin in this mother****** bloody It wasn't because of my shoes, clothes, or money I was at the wrong place at the wrong time Paramedics don't know, I was a victim of the crime [talking] Just keep gettin that money mayne ****** them ******z, yeah... this how we eat [Chorus: Kokane] We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios (Check it out) [$hort] Don't be trick, you know these hoes so slick [$hort] Do yo' thang and get rich [TrayD] Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got [TrayD] You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot [$hort] Ask anybody; I stay paid [$hort] Most ******z want ************, tryna get laid [TrayD] Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe [TrayD] I break a ************ down then I'm off with the dough [$hort] I'm so hungry, I can't wait to eat [$hort] I ride brand new ************t down the street [TrayD] Life is a game of chess, who plays the best [TrayD] is the last one that's laid to rest [$hort] I know you wanna eat good - it ain't hard [$hort] to be a real ghetto superstar [TrayD] Focus is the key - if ya want it, it could be [TrayD] If ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see [TrayD] that's game [Chorus: Kokane] We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios [Big Tigger] Catch me headed out west, Impala drive And when they see balkin and be talkin bout (?) Too $hort, Eastsidaz, and ya boy Big Tig It's on and poppin now, but we wattn't always this big Wanted a Benz and a Lotus (what?) Whatever feels, sprayin Raid on the roaches I mean the whole damn scene was kinda hopless (whattchu mean?) Came home to it, then we flipped the notice Now we big crib livin, Rockland 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 long as the game strong we gon' keep winnin Big Tigger, Too $hort, drops it so mean That lets us go get us a team of flatscreens Three cars, three cribs and three bikes When I drop this hot ************t, I'm gonna cop three plus three mics [talking] Y'all ******z better stop playin and get yo' game tight Too $hort, Eastsidaz, Big Tig... oh boy Album number 13 ******, y'all better stop chasin the cat Chase that money, well unless you know The cat got money (please believe it) this how we eat ******! Let's go, oh boy...
