Jazzy Hoes

[Too Short talking] [Chorus] All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his dough Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me? [Too Short] Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick She be my last pick, I got a real hoe Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down She gotta understand what I know now Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch I travel throughout the year I keep a woman with a house and her own career So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's your name?) Too Short baby, don't need to trick I give her what she want cause I'm a real player Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later [Chorus 2x] [Young Bloodz] See I ilke them crazy hoe Them straight, get down and pay me hoe I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe Make my creep fall right out my clothes On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go) Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh) Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo' [Young Bloodz] Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol' jazzy hoe Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe Who think she fly to death, so I ain't gon' hold my breath To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self For as I cut one but two down the line But could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime? And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick [Mr. Black] Quote for quote, who tote like this Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed I mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweed Til I proceed, damn right, the spot's tight Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might Bag these bitches like groceries Player to player, you can't get close to me Now who you 'posed to be? Pullin' toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin' fly And I can tell she schemin' (why's that?) Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay) But that's cool though, cause I know how to stain golds I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know I slang flow, east to west Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test [Chorus 2x] [Eightball] Lay it down, lay it down You hoes lay it down When the real motherfuckin' player come around Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' Hennessee Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that? I got star hoes pickin' me up in Tahoes Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches I like women with they head on straight Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' Eight Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes [Chorus] [Too Short talking in background]