Where They At? lyrics

Artist  : Too $hort 
Song : Where They At?



 Send "Where They At?" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Hook: 

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?



Verse 1: (Captain Save 'Em, Too $hort)

Captain Save 'Em:

Yall 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 thats 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 whats 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 shit was
easy, so I had to get some mo'

I never did
like stiff hoes,

I fuck like a rap, aint 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

'cause
I'mma mack these hoes like never befo',

And
everytime I grab the mic I gotta better flow



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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 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, thats 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 $hort 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
fillapino?"

I always spit the game when I
rap,

All I wanna know is where the hoes
at?



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