Big Boyz

[King Tee] (Too $hort) Ey $hort (What's up mayne?) Ah nothin' man, just sittin' up here man Drinkin' on this big Hennessy What's happenin' with you? (Over here smokin' on this big weed And my big joint sittin' on 20's) Yeah, yeah, if they can't hang with the big boys They need to stay off the turf, you know what I'm sayin'? (That's right... I feel the same way mayne Put it down like this) [King Tee] Me and the players roll tight, sleep all day and play nights Blowin' 20 G's with ease at big fights Keepin' clamps on the crap table, I be runnin 'em Man I got problems but cash ain't one of 'em I stomp out in trucks with humps that bump blocks Flossin' in The Bay with $hort and big shot Wonderin', what else could a nigga go buy What other bitch could we toss up and get high Niggas might lie but I'm a player by nature Work a ho quick for the paper So haters feel the vapors, yeah take a hit from the bomb (Chronic) I brought a whole pound, stay calm (Bionic) East Oak-town and Comp-town Fuck gettin' down, we vex, we been down And fuck anyone who thought my shit was for punks Like Richie Rich said, you don't want no funk [Too $hort] I'm from the Golden State, Californ-I-A You think you already know what I wanna say Bitch recognize game when ya callin' a pimp You see this shit don't end so I'm ballin' again That's what I got my Benz and the Lexus for You know a nigga like to fuck, bring some extra hoes If you thinkin', California livin' is fake There's some real ass niggas in this big ass state I took a four hour drive up Interstate 5 Did a hundred miles an hour with a bitch on my side I wasn't trippin' off shit 'til I blew my woofers Ridin' back to Oakland with two fine hookers [King Tee] (Too $hort) Big boys, with big dicks and big wheels Big bank accounts, big cribs on big hills (Livin' like players for the '9-seezy) Mackadelic King Tee (With ya nigga Too $heezy) [King Tee] Ain't nothin' but G's and pimps in this pal Chokin' on the bud and drinkin' Cristal Big boys with big hats Big cigars with big bank and big straps Haters say that I'm a trick cause I let my bitch drive my 6-heezy Now I'm on the mic with Too $heezy Livin' life easy, million dollar deals and connections Drunk in your V.I.P. section (Rollin' up on the side in your GS, homie you don't know me) The Rolly on the arm cost forty A baby loc Goldy, mackin' at them hoes at the bar (Baby I can make yo' ass a star) You on the Metro? Let's hit this X.O. and let's ride The wide-body's parked outside Playalistics, I'm on these hoes hoods for '9-7 God I hope players go to Heaven [Too $hort] Hell yeah, she said - "I know why they call ya $hort Dog" "But why you always gotta be so hard on us women?" What a nigga gotta do? Treat a young lady like a prostitute Cause that's how we livin' in the '9-0s I'm tired of y'all savin' these fine hoes If you ever see a lady, treat her with class But these disrespectful bitches, beat they ass And don't hesitate to represent the game right Cause it's cool to go home to your same wife every night And never say shit about mine I be seein' your bitch out all the time Smilin', starin' at me, nigga what's up? I know your bitch, if I want to I could fuck But I'm all about my money so keep your punk ho And let the funk flow