Too Shady Yeah, we off the heezy in this beatzy, man Off the heezy, I thought you daisy Hey, man, where your boy KCZ at, man? I ain't no tello, I ain't KCZ I ain't get up here and sprinkle some of these fools, man Lace them up with Saints and play, boy, you know? Say that you got it all Another way you play your ball Every day you're at the mall Tell me, is it true or false? Say that you got it all Another way you play your ball Claiming that your mouth is tall Tell me, is it true or false? I put my back end down, ain't never been a side And I was having B-R-E-I-N-G way before this rap game, fool, I've been tapped Thought you daisy, but sheasy, who's member? Earl, Bratton, Dineo, them boys from Vallejo And every light is automatic, burn, Robert See my folkers in the traffic, what's up, Bert? Follow that cap, it got Yole in it My partner's short, got some bros in it I'm always hearing rappers big balling on they songs I live like that for real and you'll never say I'm wrong S-500 straight sitting on 20s TV in the dash, dipping fast, getting money I'm too short, baby, been down since the 80s For the last eight years, I rode around in a Mercedes Lexus, trucks, drop-fed caddy Women don't call me by my name, they call me daddy Say that you got it all Another way you play your ball Every day you're at the mall Tell me, is it true or false? Say that you got it all Another way you play your ball Every day you're at the mall Tell me, is it true or false? Crazy shorty holding Fonzarelli I'll probably never have long money like Ross Pirelli But shh, we just wanna eat Don't want the whole plate Don't put the two on the team Don't never perpetrate Like a lot of these fools I see on TV With the Armani, Chanel versus Versace I know it can be bruised sometimes Sometimes it's coup de force But don't buy a $85,000 car before you ride out They always said I couldn't rap with my dirty lyrics I guess they feared I couldn't hear it And now they wanna call me hardcore While I be stepping out the shower on a marble floor I pay the IRS taxes, send FedEx and faxes This industry'll never ever see me I work hard and don't play Handle mine every day anyway Cause I gotta stay paid 40 Say that you got it all Another way you play your ball Tell me that you're at the mall Tell me, is it true or false? Say that you got it all Another way you play your ball Tell me that you're not as tall Tell me, is it true or false? With cold parties on big ol' boats Fools about their people Ultra-fiddle, inclusive trips, Montego, Jamaica Front row seats at the Ultimate Bites Shamrock and seven Long expensive flats Look the air in the heavens Big ol' Rudy Chex, humongous cribs Smokin' blessings, drinkin' beer on their back And they barbecuin' reams The most real are the Marriott I represent the Ye area I walk from Foothill in Trayton, Scorchin' 67 The author, the Freddie B house to make tapes Whoop a partner, hit a Royal Park We had tapes for sale Got a paper bag full of that, can't you tell? It's funky, everybody nod their head like this I started rappin' and everybody read my lips I kept mackin', suckin' up the game from the O And even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow I survived cause I got more game than them It came straight from the players, it was my destiny I came the same every time, so don't question me I transferred the game and the rhymes I'm not a freestyler, don't rap for free, man It's pay style, old man, cause I love money, man Land Rovers and Toyota, Lexus is 600 feet tall With them big ol' motor Mercedeses We don't be savin', bro, hey, savin' us Respect me and my callbacks, Mr. Kishta, but I keep a briefcase full of game While y'all be here hustlin' Ain't no paperback play, boy, we ain't strugglin' Say that you got it all Tell the way you play is ball Damn near at the mall Tell me is it true or false Say that you got it all Tell the way you play is ball Came in at your mother's door Tell me is it true or false