Cash Sniffin' Noses

[Slip Capone] Mac flossy Where you at? (aaah!) I wish they all could be California I wish they all could be California I wish they all could be California hoes [Too $hort] California bitches (Tim Dog) Some bad hoes Bitch you digging in the wrong dirt bitch Ain't no gold in here Fucking with the wrong niggas Knoc-Turn'al, Slip Capone, Short Dog [Slip Capone] I knew a tight white bitch named Marianna She lived right around the corner from Temecula See I was bored, I fucked both of them whores before So I called my other bitch Elsinore She wasn't cracking so I called up Hesperia and Monrovia and Valencia I got some pussy from Pomona and her sister Corona It ain't nothing like them hoes in southern California I knew a bitch named Irvine She had a cousin with the name Santa Ana, it was short for Anaheim I got high in Riverside with Receda and Rosarito And Santa Clarita and [Rameda???] I'm pleased to meet you I've been all around the world And with over a thousand girls And homeboy I don't know what you have been told But eskimo pussy is mighty cold (brrrr!) [Hook - Slip Capone] These hoes, these hoes, these hoes Got cash sniffin' noses All around the globe back to California Everywhere I go they all up on us These hoes, these hoes, these hoes Got cash sniffin' noses [Knoc-Turn'al] You might be gold but lately I been doing the platinum pose [Girl 1] Knoc-Turn'al's on 128 girl [Girl 2] What? I'll be right over Magazines choreograph me in photos I put out with three dime pieces slamming four doors And if I can use cities in relation to hoes I probably fucked San Fernando's daughter, Santa Barbera And her best friend Alameda and Sierra And Ramona's little sister Covina And I don't know what you thought Whether you turned the cat in the night bitch Still the only manipulation weapon you got Knoc-Turn'al ain't the one to fall victim to your plots Before I save a ho from the block Her great grandchildren's corpses will rot Fuck a ho I'd rather have money and a multiple round spitting Glock Four mansions with multiple cars investing my chips in stock Even if I can't spell dow jones I still pull out fat knocks It don't stop [Hook] [Too $hort] They say this is a man's world Can't understand it girl All you ever wanted was a man like Chante Moore You know us ballers never have one woman And when you need us we never come running That's why now you think about your ex again You want to page him just to have sex with him But instead you better call your next of kin And complain these ballers won't let you in She don't love you she loves money and sex Bitches shoot you in the head for a rolex I know the bitch is a dick fiend I fucked her one night when she was sixteen I know it seems like a long time ago But I fucked her again when she was twenty four Bitch I'm an old school vet they call me Too $hort Look your woman in the eyes What she do it for? Biyatch! You know these hoes man They'd do anything if they think it's for the money That's why [Hook x2]