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letra de where they at? - too $hort

hook:
where they at? where they at?
where the hoes at? where they at?
where the b-tches at? where they at?
where they at? where they at?
yeah, where they at?
where the hoes at? where they at?
where the b-tches at? where they at?
where they at? where they at?

verse 1: (captain save ’em, too $hort)
captain save ’em:
yall n-gg-s always talkin bad about a breezy,
talkin bout that young–ss, rich–ss n-gg- 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?
youd 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 ’cause i got more hoes than you got diamonds on your rolex
too $hort:
i realize after makin 6 platinums in a row
the sh-t was easy, so i had to get some mo’
i never did like stiff hoes,
i f-ck like a rap, aint no quick flows
i’m a california n-gg-, 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 b-tch chose you,
we in another lifetime, my game is foolproof
it won’t happen, as long as she’s my b-tch,
i give a f-ck if you fake pimps peep my sh-t
’cause i’mma mack these hoes like never befo’,
and everytime i grab the mic i gotta better flow

hook

verse 2: (too $hort)
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?”
’cause when i seen old movies like “superfly”
it was my destiny, to live a pimp legacy,
and reach levels other n-gg-s never see
in ’81 i rapped friendly, but now it’s 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 b-tches and thugs,
all the dope-dealers gettin rich sellin drugs
too $hort b-mpin in the background,
you thought i retired, b-tch i’m back now
like a house party, or a side show,
i got the spanish, black and white hoes
ask an east oakland n-gg-, i bet you he know,
“is she mixed with j-panese or fillapino?”
i always spit the game when i rap,
all i wanna know is where the hoes at?

hook

- too hort

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