Too $hort, JAY-Z, Jermaine Dupri - Here We Go lyrics
[Too $hort, JAY-Z, Jermaine Dupri - Here We Go lyrics]
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it
Spit it in ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Twist the lime on the corona
Grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block
To pull up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up
Become a home owner
Look lifes a bitch, but im on her
I almost cracked this
No more hustling backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga
"Whateve for the cash, im with"
I don't have step, I leave it in youre averix
Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left
Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
Wether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all
Niggas ain't ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
If it ain't for the paper I
Don't show my face up
Make a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay
What
I never stop making money don't
Give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a
Ho come back
With my scratch, bitch I was born to mack
To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that
I hear a lot of shit talking
When I listen to rap
Only a few mc's get to hang that plaque
On the wall rappers ball
But they don't live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes
Sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking
Just can't be real
I don't need a record deal
I need eighteen wheels
I roll right up in the hood
I got tapes for sell
Bitches running in their house they
Can't wait to tell
Somebody, she got a new Too $hort tape
And hes spitting pimp game
With his homeboy Jay
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it
Spit it in ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Now here they come again the gold
Diggas trying to get paid
Wanna trick the old rich niggas
Trying to get laid
She'll suck his dick, as soon as she meet him
Don't have to sell a body for
Me I don't need her to turn tricks for me
How much you cost bitch?
Im all about large bank deposit's
On and off the mic I always set trends
Either you see with bitches
Or Im rolling with pimps
Brook laan to Oakland, I keep smokin'
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a
Square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I don't fuck with broke hoes
And I don't trick but I'll still rub my big
Ass dick on her clit get her hooked
Wanna be mine I need some money
If she ain't kicking in all the
Time she don't want me
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars can't fuck with
None of these bars this is real nigga rap
We can spit it through the mic
And you can feel niggas scratch
And sell a mil if that
So real when we drop this
Shit it's in trouble
When I guess the pair you
Gotta ship it double
In the independent phenom
Y'all minature dons wannabe jigga
Pops styles and hennessy richa'
When I die, leave my canopy richa'
I put it down hard ever
Since I entered the pit'cha
Can fuck with me for records
To the recreational cent'a
I got it wrapped y'all from the
Grammys to the back park
Short dog y'all, what you
Thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, new york y'all
Be the voice for the streets
We supply for years
And go platinum on our most quiet years
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it
Spit it in ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it
Spit it in ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Twist the lime on the corona
Grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block
To pull up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up
Become a home owner
Look lifes a bitch, but im on her
I almost cracked this
No more hustling backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga
"Whateve for the cash, im with"
I don't have step, I leave it in youre averix
Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left
Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
Wether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all
Niggas ain't ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
If it ain't for the paper I
Don't show my face up
Make a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay
What
I never stop making money don't
Give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a
Ho come back
With my scratch, bitch I was born to mack
To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that
I hear a lot of shit talking
When I listen to rap
Only a few mc's get to hang that plaque
On the wall rappers ball
But they don't live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes
Sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking
Just can't be real
I don't need a record deal
I need eighteen wheels
I roll right up in the hood
I got tapes for sell
Bitches running in their house they
Can't wait to tell
Somebody, she got a new Too $hort tape
And hes spitting pimp game
With his homeboy Jay
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it
Spit it in ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Now here they come again the gold
Diggas trying to get paid
Wanna trick the old rich niggas
Trying to get laid
She'll suck his dick, as soon as she meet him
Don't have to sell a body for
Me I don't need her to turn tricks for me
How much you cost bitch?
Im all about large bank deposit's
On and off the mic I always set trends
Either you see with bitches
Or Im rolling with pimps
Brook laan to Oakland, I keep smokin'
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a
Square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I don't fuck with broke hoes
And I don't trick but I'll still rub my big
Ass dick on her clit get her hooked
Wanna be mine I need some money
If she ain't kicking in all the
Time she don't want me
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars can't fuck with
None of these bars this is real nigga rap
We can spit it through the mic
And you can feel niggas scratch
And sell a mil if that
So real when we drop this
Shit it's in trouble
When I guess the pair you
Gotta ship it double
In the independent phenom
Y'all minature dons wannabe jigga
Pops styles and hennessy richa'
When I die, leave my canopy richa'
I put it down hard ever
Since I entered the pit'cha
Can fuck with me for records
To the recreational cent'a
I got it wrapped y'all from the
Grammys to the back park
Short dog y'all, what you
Thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, new york y'all
Be the voice for the streets
We supply for years
And go platinum on our most quiet years
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it
Spit it in ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us