Where They At? - Too Short Where they at? Where they at? Where the hoes at? Where they at? Where the bitches at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Yeah, where they at? Where the hoes at? Where they at? Where the bitches at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Y'all niggas always talkin' bad about a breezy Talkin' 'bout that young-ass, rich-ass nigga Too Sheezy Always callin' a woman out a name Callin' her a bee-eye-itch, now that's a shame What if somebody called your woman that? You'd be all up at the century club boy with your stri-nap
Talkin' 'bout I'll never save a ho Then why you have that breezy drivin' your big-body Benz for? You say you only out to get some head and then to stab But I see you up at Monty's feedin' her lobster and crab They say that Captain is a playa's worst enemy, so what's next? You just mad 'cuz I got more hoes than you got diamonds on your Rolex I realize after makin' six platinums in a row The shit was easy, so I had to get some mo' I never did like stiff hoes I fuck like a rap, ain't no quick flows I'm a California nigga, born and bred Got a wild imagination when I'm on the bed I love my woman, I love her girlfriend and her sister Felt on her mommas booty but never kissed her Been mackin' on these hoes since the 8-0's It don't take much for me to break hoes You must be dreamin', if my bitch chose you We in another lifetime, my game is foolproof It won't happen, as long as she's my bitch I give a fuck if you fake pimps peep my shit 'Cuz I'mma mack these hoes like never befo' And everytime I grab the mic I gotta better flow Where they at? Where they at? Where the hoes at? Where they at? Where the bitches at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Yeah, where they at? Where the hoes at? Where they at? Where the bitches at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? I went from rappin' about the clothes I was wearin' at a party To all the hoes that let me see their naked bodies It's not an overnight transition thing I wasn't born pimpin' hoes wearin' pinky rings Never walked around sayin' Who am I? 'Cuz when I seen old movies like Superfly It was my destiny to live a pimp legacy And reach levels other niggas never see In '81 I rapped friendly but now its on One day I said somethin' on the microphone About sixteen hoes, suckin' ten toes People loved it, that's how the story goes It's true, in 1982
Me and Freddy B sold the tapes to you X-rated, talkin' 'bout bitches and thugs All the dope-dealers gettin' rich, sellin' drugs Too Short bumpin' in the background You thought I retired, bitch I'm back now Like a house party, or a side show I got the Spanish, black and white hoes Ask an East Oakland nigga, I bet you he know Is she mixed with Japanese or Fillipino? I always spit the game when I rap All I wanna know is where the hoes at? Where they at? Where they at? Where the hoes at? Where they at? Where the bitches at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Yeah, where they at? Where the hoes at? Where they at? Where the bitches at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where the hoes at? Where they at? Where the bitches at? Where they at? Yeah
