E-40, K-Ci Hailey, Too $hort - Rapper's Ball lyrics
[E-40, K-Ci Hailey, Too $hort - Rapper's Ball lyrics]
Where them naked hoes at? E-Feezy!
Too $heezy! We off the heezy fa sheezy baby
Off the heezy I thought you theezy
Niggas ain't havin' no cheezy like us mayne
They ain't havin no raveez! Ya know? Shit
Ha ha, know what I'm sayin'?
Where K-Ceezy at man? Tell him sing that shit
Lace them fools or something biotch!
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin' that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down
Ain't never been a Sim'
I was havin' B-R-E-A-D way before
This rap game nigga, been tim'
Thought you theezy, for sheezy
Niggas 'member earl, Brandt and Dannell
Them boys from Vallejo
At every light it's automatic, burn rubber!
See my folkers in the traffic, wassupper?
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My nigga $hort got some hoes in it
I'm always hearin' rappers big
Ballin' on they songs
I do that shit for real and
You will never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in the dash pimpin' hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been
Down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode
Around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my
Name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin' that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
K-Ci, $hort and Forty Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long
Money like Ross Perelli
But shit, we just want a help-
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two on the ten
Don't ever perpetrate
Like a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the Armani, Chanel versus Versace
Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?
Sometimes it's cool to floss
But don't buy an eighty-five
Thousand dollar car before you buy a house
They always said I couldn't rap
I just say bitch
I guess the bitch, made me rich
And now you wanna call me hardcore
While I be steppin out the
Shower on a marble floor
I pay the IRS taxes, send FedEx and faxes
This industry is like fuckin fat bitches
All work and no play, I do it everyday
Anyway cuz I gotta stay paid, Forty
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin' that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
We throw parties on big-ass boats
Niggas 'bout they paper
Ultrafied all-inclusive trips
Montego Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights
Shamrock and Severn
Long expensive fa uh-flights
Up there in the heavens
Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribs
Smokin' blunts and drinkin' brew
On the balcony, barbecuin' ribs
The more scrilla, the merrier
I represent the Yay Area
I walked from Foothill and
Havenscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthur
To Freddie B house to make
Tapes with my partner
Hit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sale
Got a paper bag full of that, can't you tell
It's funky, everybody nod they head like this
I said bitch, and everybody read my lips
I got rich, suckin up the game from the O
And even though a lot of rappers
Got the same kind of flow
I survived cuz I got mo', game than them
It came straight from
The prostitutes, players, and pimps
It was my destiny, I came the same every time
So don't question me
I transferred the game into rhymes
I'm not a freestyler
Don't rap for free mayne
It's paystyle on mine, cuz I love money mayne
Landrovers and Toyota, Lexuses
Six hundred V-twelve with them
Big ass motor Mercedeses
We don't be savin' hoes, bitches be savin' us
Bitch disrespect me in my car
Bitch best to catch the bus
I keep a briefcase full of game
While y'all be ear hustlin'
Ain't no paperback pimpin' nigga
We ain't strugglin'
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin' that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funky
Again and again, they say when will it end?
Maybe never, cause, I can still spit it
But, I ain't rappin' for cheese
I want meal tickets
Gotta start somewhere, and I'm past that
For the right scratch, I'll be the last mack
So stick yaself Pretty Tony
You tryin' to make a hit
But, your shit sounds phony
Not like AT&T but like ET
You can't be me, so would you please, see
If you can keep my name out your mouth
Cause you don't really know what
The game's all about
It's 'bout feedin' the family
Not freakin' in the Benz instead of rentin'
Pay for that roof on your head
And stop pimpin' in your own
Mind knowin' you a trick
Put your hustle down playa go
An hit you a lick bitch!
That's ritt
Too $heezy, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli, K-Ci
Damn is that right? That's right
Too $heezy! We off the heezy fa sheezy baby
Off the heezy I thought you theezy
Niggas ain't havin' no cheezy like us mayne
They ain't havin no raveez! Ya know? Shit
Ha ha, know what I'm sayin'?
Where K-Ceezy at man? Tell him sing that shit
Lace them fools or something biotch!
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin' that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down
Ain't never been a Sim'
I was havin' B-R-E-A-D way before
This rap game nigga, been tim'
Thought you theezy, for sheezy
Niggas 'member earl, Brandt and Dannell
Them boys from Vallejo
At every light it's automatic, burn rubber!
See my folkers in the traffic, wassupper?
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My nigga $hort got some hoes in it
I'm always hearin' rappers big
Ballin' on they songs
I do that shit for real and
You will never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in the dash pimpin' hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been
Down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode
Around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my
Name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin' that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
K-Ci, $hort and Forty Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long
Money like Ross Perelli
But shit, we just want a help-
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two on the ten
Don't ever perpetrate
Like a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the Armani, Chanel versus Versace
Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?
Sometimes it's cool to floss
But don't buy an eighty-five
Thousand dollar car before you buy a house
They always said I couldn't rap
I just say bitch
I guess the bitch, made me rich
And now you wanna call me hardcore
While I be steppin out the
Shower on a marble floor
I pay the IRS taxes, send FedEx and faxes
This industry is like fuckin fat bitches
All work and no play, I do it everyday
Anyway cuz I gotta stay paid, Forty
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin' that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
We throw parties on big-ass boats
Niggas 'bout they paper
Ultrafied all-inclusive trips
Montego Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights
Shamrock and Severn
Long expensive fa uh-flights
Up there in the heavens
Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribs
Smokin' blunts and drinkin' brew
On the balcony, barbecuin' ribs
The more scrilla, the merrier
I represent the Yay Area
I walked from Foothill and
Havenscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthur
To Freddie B house to make
Tapes with my partner
Hit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sale
Got a paper bag full of that, can't you tell
It's funky, everybody nod they head like this
I said bitch, and everybody read my lips
I got rich, suckin up the game from the O
And even though a lot of rappers
Got the same kind of flow
I survived cuz I got mo', game than them
It came straight from
The prostitutes, players, and pimps
It was my destiny, I came the same every time
So don't question me
I transferred the game into rhymes
I'm not a freestyler
Don't rap for free mayne
It's paystyle on mine, cuz I love money mayne
Landrovers and Toyota, Lexuses
Six hundred V-twelve with them
Big ass motor Mercedeses
We don't be savin' hoes, bitches be savin' us
Bitch disrespect me in my car
Bitch best to catch the bus
I keep a briefcase full of game
While y'all be ear hustlin'
Ain't no paperback pimpin' nigga
We ain't strugglin'
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin' that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funky
Again and again, they say when will it end?
Maybe never, cause, I can still spit it
But, I ain't rappin' for cheese
I want meal tickets
Gotta start somewhere, and I'm past that
For the right scratch, I'll be the last mack
So stick yaself Pretty Tony
You tryin' to make a hit
But, your shit sounds phony
Not like AT&T but like ET
You can't be me, so would you please, see
If you can keep my name out your mouth
Cause you don't really know what
The game's all about
It's 'bout feedin' the family
Not freakin' in the Benz instead of rentin'
Pay for that roof on your head
And stop pimpin' in your own
Mind knowin' you a trick
Put your hustle down playa go
An hit you a lick bitch!
That's ritt
Too $heezy, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli, K-Ci
Damn is that right? That's right