Pimp C, Too $hort - All About It lyrics

Now who's sleeping on the midwest
Better get your head checked
Niggas gonnna feel this
Even all the rednecks
Bounce to the beat when they hear this shit
I've been underground damn near 20
Years in the mix
I moved down south cuz old man was wild
My lil homie rapping on, came to show you how
To take my skills and keep paying the bills
Fuck what you're saying cuz I'm staying real
The young homies keep me on my toes
Still got the old flow
Book me in your town and
There'll never be a no-show
Kick it down south where
They keeping it crunk
Cuz the niggas down south got they own funk!
You heard about the West Coast
Heard about the East Coast
Heard about Miami base, but what about
Or Kalamazoo, they got MC's too!
If you come around my crew
You gonna have to say a few
Or you can just get your bitch-ass out
You come to me you can play, sing, rap
No doubt
You got to go, what the fuck is this?
Hip-Hop Culture or the music business?

Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Nigga I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it nigga I'm so

Bitch it's all about the indo
Weed and stacking money
In this land of milk and honey
Ain't a damn thing funny
Let's put this shit together
Too $hort and Pimp C
Put niggas on the map from Oakland to PAT
Chicago and Detroit, Houston, Dallas
Support $hort records and you can have this
Funk 'till eternity
Folks gotta learn to be together
Cuz we all on the same journey
So as I roll, I'ma look out for you
If I see you do it wrong I
Take my time and show you
How to get it right, make money every night
Gotta use your brain if you
Wanna win the fight east coast, West coast
Who got the best flow?
Maybe at your next show
Niggas oughta test your
Crowd skills, and check your record sales
Then we'll find out how you fake as hell
I said it ain't where you from it's
How you do it where you're at
Real players from your town all
Knew that you was whack
Fake nigga in Cali', fake nigga in New York
Small time, you never be bigger than $hort
Now why you trying to front so hard?
You from a gangster town but
You's a punk ass mark
Respect don't come cuz of where you from
Just keep it real in your
Heart from square one
And all you highly influenced followers
On the wrong path i'm spitting game to make
The motherfucking song last
It's a shame you can't make no cash
Everytime we roll out we gotta
Wait on your ass you're just slow
Can't be down with nation wide
Cuz we seriously
Trying to get the paper right
Talking bout contracts, cash
Flow, credit cards, mean cars
Signin lot of that for the next 16 bars
Make a hit, get paid, get laid, what you want
Tellin motherfuckers where you getting
All that money from
$hort records now you trying to flip 18's
Got what it takes make a hit, make G's!

Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Nigga I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it nigga I'm so

Sweet Jones, the pimp of the year
Riding drop elderado with two
Carrots in my ear
My baby momma brother put me down with the D
I bought my babe a 'lac and
Changed my name to Pimp-C
I put the pimping down to the hoes
Now $hort got me rocking on the microphone
And all the trill niggas
Riding trues and vogues
And all the bitch niggas trying
To buy these hoes got a bitch try to chip
Me on my cellular phone
Smelling like 64 dollar cologne
Nigga got mad cuz his bitch chose me
But, you just showed you ain't no real PIMP
Like Kool Mack A Ace and Sir Captain
You ain't no goldy motherfucker
You was acting
And all that punk shit we could do without it
I'm still down with Master P
So bitch I'm 'bout it!

Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Nigga I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it nigga I'm so

I dip from city to city
Squeezing ass and titties
The head was good, but the pussy was shitty
She just wanna kick it with a rap star
The bitch got freaky, tried to fuck my car!
ATL, the city of bless
Where hoes like to take big
Dick in they belly
Got two freaks from Decateur
Wanna lick our sacks i tried hit you $hort
Man where the fuck was you at?
Out in Nashville, Tenessee
Bitches in with me for sure
Sipping on the Remy X ho!
With the hoes, last night I did that
Every blue moon I got to pull out my big hat
Do some more shit other niggas can't do
Like hooking up this funky
Ass nation wide crew
We come from everywhere
Working under one roof
Come through, front, somebody might stump you
With a rhyme or a boot what you finna do?
Getting blood all over my
Nigga's tennish shoe
You better take my advice and get lost fast
Before them boys from Texas
Get off in your ass and it won't be pretty
If my uncle Frank Middy
Come lookin for you, shooting at you
It gets shitty!
But in your mind you rank higher than me
Put your money in the bank then
Come wire it to me cuz I'll flip it
While you trying to buy a new car
Find me in the studio signing new stars
Take a hundred thousand dollars
Make a quick million
Start from the floor and go
Straight to the ceiling
You hiding from reality, nigga you's a bitch
Niggas like me get used to getting rich
Signing autographs
Taking pictures of my fans
Hit the town and take your bitch to my place
She get a bigger and better deal
Fucking with me
I heard $hort Dog ran up in your freak!
She dissapeared, heard she went to Cali!
Jumped on the plane
And flew the bitch to Maui
Or maybe Atlanta, I got your bitch posted
Popping champagne bottles 'bout
To get roasted
Chilling at the house, me and four hoes
Jumped in the jacuzzi ain't
Wearing no clothes

Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Nigga I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it nigga I'm so

Say $hort can I fuck? Smoke some bitch
Bitch! Hol' up