Too Short - The Old Fashion Way lyrics

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[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]

[Verse One]

What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's

How much cash you got that you can lend me?

Think I'll pay you back, think you flossin hard

when you ridin down the strip in yo' boss's car?

With your silver chain on and your fake diamonds

Cain't do it right but you stay tryin

You got big dreams, to hit a lick quick

And buy a brand new house, but you ain't get shit

Wouldn't even know what to do if you had bread

How to be a baller - can you pass the test?

There's more than one way to hit the top

Trunk full of dope nigga don't get stopped

Take it to the house and bag it up

Make that money and stack it up

Or spend it all in one place, what you want from me?

I can't tell you how to run yo' company

And don't start bitchin bout Too $hort

What the fuck I wanna listen to you fo'?

Look at you, you ain't all that successful

Them plates ain't made out of Cristal

You just regular, plain ol' frontin

You come from nowhere and you don't claim nuttin

Stop bein phony, actin hella hard

Girl at the mall, maxin your credit card

Answer your cell phone, now you smilin

Talk to your girl, man it's been a while

since she left to go shoppin, girl where you at?

She out havin lunch with a player mack

I'm in the background, don't trip partner

Just munchin on the lunch that your bitch bought me

She don't love you, she just used to you

Got your mom and them wonderin what she do to you

[Chorus]

I don't pay hoes, I turn 'em

I teach hoes, you learn 'em

How we get them hoes, don't concern 'em

The old fashioned way, we earn 'em

I been in the game, I did it

I'm true to the game, I'm so committed

I got a lot of hoe money, where you get it

The old fashioned way, I just spit it

[Verse Two]

I'm pimpish, I never let hoes pimp me

I let one bitch get me, and instantly

she dipped to Mexico, I'ma get you hoe

I'ma find you and check you like a physical

I'm not a doctor, but I cut a bitch open

With this game have her broken never quit hoein

A bad habit, I picked up along the way

Break a bitch, and make a new song every day

I do my own thing, I'm original

I was "Born to Mack" when I came in the do'

Just so you know, I got the game from the East

Lake Merritt(?) to Sobranny(?) in them East Oakland streets

Took my game on the road, became a millionaire

Tell the world get ready for a real player

And so it happened, I grabbed the mic and start rappin

Make that money keep stackin

I made a new album, fourteen times

Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin

I got rich screamin BITCH

My favorite word; I hear it on - E'RYBODY shit

And when they say it like me, I couldn't want mo'

Send a special thanks out to yo' Uncle $hort

Do yo' thang nephew, y'know I'm down witcha

Stay strapped, watch yo' back, don't let the town getcha

And when you get mad, try to use your brain

Get some street etiquette, don't abuse the game

You know us real ones, you know we never bite

When these hoes start shit you know we never fight

Cause I'd be layin on the ground feelin real silly

All I did was fuck his bitch, that nigga still killed me

And even though I know a sucker spent all his cash

Just so he could fuck and try to get some ass

[Chorus]