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

Niggaz might lie but I'm a player by nature

Work a hoe 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 niggaz 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 hoe

And let the funk flow