Fire

Where my money at, ho?
Where my money at, yo?
Get my money 'fore I whip
We going off, baby
We don't mess around 'cause I'm nautious, baby
You know I loaded it with the gun, pop-pop
Ayo, let's go

Here we go y'all
New shit, new shit, out the door y'all
Shorty Pimp, E-Dub once again (uh)
So buy you some of this ghetto slum
Underground music from A-T-L
X rearranged it, Shorty B played it (uh-huh)
Me and $hort laid it, my niggas ok'd it
Carnefious Crawfish, next to slay it

Damn right, we do it all day, bitch
Ride around in Benz's, 20 inch rimzes
What $hort told y'all, New York to California
We put them high beams on ya
Parking lot pimping, with the boom-boom 12 inches kicking
We stay hitting, huh? The most consecutive
15 albums, we're the executives
Who talking money?

Let's do it, baby
Me and Short Dogg on the mic, baby (uh-huh)
It's going down all night, baby
Shooting all haters on sight, baby (that's right)
Yo, make room, E and Short be on fire (yeah)
Everything we do is fire (uh-huh)
This song is on fire (check it out, y'all), yo

Bitch! That's my favorite word
I cashed a million dollar check on Thursday the third
Now it's flowing like water out the kitchen sink
I make more money every time you blink
Got you scratching ya head, made you stop and think
He couldn't made all that, he must have robbed a Brinks
We been around so long, making funky songs
Now you getting mad, say this can't be going on

How come E and $hort get to stay in the game?
Don't ever talk down on a player's name
So when you see us on top of every chart
You know we been number one since the very start
We feed families when we rhyme, celebrate like champions
You see mine, I never worry
I don't want the stress, you know my story
I learned how to ball from the best

Let's do it, baby (uh-huh)
Me and Short Dogg on the mic, baby (yeah)
It's going down all night, baby
Shooting all haters on sight, baby (that's right)
Make room, Eastcoast be on fire
Westcoast be on fire
Down south be on fire
(Detroit motherfucker) (Chi-town!)

Don't stop the song now, it's not over
I must leave the scene wrecked, before closure
Highest doja, L.A. weed
Monopolize the south like L.A. Reed (bitch!)
Sick individual, this here be the Southwest coast
East coast material
Erick Sermon, that's what I said man
Fuck with $hort and I and be a dead man

This is fire, pass it to me
It's so hot, E lemme hit that weed
Uptown, hydro is in my genes
It's like green, I just might be a fiend
'Cause I been trying to O.D. lately
And you're never gonna rehabilitate me
On a mission since the eighth grade
Keep getting high and stay paid

Let's do it, baby (yeah)
Me and Short Dogg on the mic, baby
It's going down all night, baby (uh-huh)
Shooting all haters on sight, baby (that's right)
Make room, tonight is on fire (yeah)
The roof is on fire (uh-huh)
These hoes be on fire (yeah, yo, Crawfish), yo

It's the lawless, flawless, Carnefious Crawfish
Number one draft pick, master this rap shit
Getting to this cabbage like rabbits
And stack these Carats, you don't want no static
From the wood to the glen, from a hood to a 'Benz
You don't want me vexed at you, better keep me your friend
Carn' I'm the stucker, newcomer with four stars
E-Double and Short Dog, running for Short Dog, never left her though

Nigga staring at me, vexed and shit
Like they want some more, dough
Give me the smack nigga watch me eat or sumthin'
Nah, fuck that shit, I'm going to defeat the song
Pistol gripping, keep on stripping
Never simping, 'stead of sipping, never tipping
Slamming these hoes like Scott Pippen
My game is unreal, hoes be popping pills
Game over motherfucker, it's a done deal