We Want It

[Too $hort] Do it again... We want it all (we want it)... Everything you got (we want it) We want the diamonds, the gold, the weed, the hoes The coke spot and the keys to the Rolls You out of business, but no need to hang up the sign We 'bout to open up shop we got thangs to grind So potnah dude don't come back through Cause everything we see you with, we gon' want that too It's the law of the land, the way of the jungle Gotta watch your fuckin back when you slangin them bundles Ain't no love for you on this side You might have to die so we can get by You know the dopefiends they got to get high And if you ask me why, I'll just say it's life You cain't handle the pressure, when them gangsters test ya Why they smashin on you man, I think you best ta Ask yourself, who made this fake hoe rich? Bitch nigga, we 'bout to take yo' shit cause we want it [Chorus One: Too $hort] Everything you got, we want it (You got it, we want it) Raise up off the block, we want it (You got it, we want it) Leave the shiny whip, we want it (You got it, we want it) And your fine bitch, we want it (You got it, we want it) [Too $hort] Fo' pimps in a Range, choppin up the game Gotta stop slangin 'caine we need a occupation change Cause the pussy gon' sell like dope Keep a nigga paid that's what I tell my hoe Get that money man, wish y'all had a bunny ranch Keep my hoe naked, never let her put on her pants No truss, no pumps, no lingerie Bitches hoein up that's goin on today Like I told my pimpin potnah, you know these women gotta Give me every last dollar, when I see that bitch tomorrow This is pimpin incorporated, I'm all the way in this shit Married to the game, now get up out my business bitch I'm talkin to some pimps about some pimp shit It's a competition BITCH, I'm tryin to win this And I just got another hoe she's fine as hell I'm tryin to put some mo' trophies on the shelf [Chorus Two: Too $hort] Put her picture on the net, we want it (You got it, we want it) Give me everything you get, we want it (You got it, we want it) Don't make me whup your fuckin ass, we want it (You got it, we want it) You better get about the cash, we want it (You got it, we want it) [C-Bo] C-Bo is on some gangster shit, four-fifth, banger clip 600 stuntin, 21 sittin on them sick And how I get it dawg the same way I live it dawg The gutter's grimy I catch 'em slippin and get it all Take somethin, lay they block down, break somethin Guerillas with bananas that make 'em lay down they hammers Do it like the Santanas, rip the block to the slammer And for the cash I want I'm known to get hot with them clammers Heyyy, it's the heist for your jewels man It's plain and simple, your ice or I shoot man We get the stack of dollars, black Beemer black Impalas Pull up and take the block, made niggas made the block I want it I get it I dip it I sit it Rather it's jackin or pimpin these bitches, a nigga wit it I go hard in the paint, hard large to the bank At the club 20 grand at the bar on the drank [Chorus One]