The Old Fashioned Way

Would you let them know that I'm for this prostitution just like the constitution
I mean, what would you do?
I mean, would you understand, you let them know, you understand?
That I done made a way out two shows on the hoes stroll
Would you let them know, you understand?
That I them put they feet on ghetto streets, I mean, what would you do? You understand?
I mean, would you do it just like that, because if you will
It's official, just like a referee whistle
And you know Too $hort's favorite word, bitch!

What you rhyme, mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll pay you back, think you flossin' hard
When you ridin' down the strip in yo' boss's car?
With your silver chain on and your fake diamonds
Can't do it right, but you stay tryin'
You got big dreams to hit a lick quick
And buy a brand-new house, but you ain't get shit

Wouldn't even know what to do if you had bread
How to be a baller, can you pass the test?
There's more than one way to hit the top
Trunk full of dope, nigga, don't get stopped
Take it to the house and bag it up
Make that money and stack it up
Or spend it all in one place, what you want from me?
I can't tell you how to run yo' company

And don't start bitchin' 'bout Too $hort
What the fuck, I wanna listen to you fo'?
Look at you, you ain't all that successful
Them plates ain't made out of Cristal
You just regular, plain ol' frontin'
You come from nowhere and you don't claim nuttin'
Stop bein' phony, actin' hella hard
Girl at the mall, maxin' your credit card

Answer your cell phone, now you smilin'
Talk to your girl, man, it's been a while
Since she left to go shoppin', girl, where you at?
She out havin' lunch with a player mack (nigga)
I'm in the background, don't trip partner
Just munchin' on the lunch that your bitch bought me
She don't love you, she just used to you
Got your mom and them wonderin' what she do to you (trick, bitch)

I don't pay hoes, I turn 'em
I teach hoes, you learn 'em
How we get them hoes, don't concern 'em (trick, bitch)
The old-fashioned way, we earn 'em
I been in the game, I did it
I'm true to the game, (I'm so) committed
I got a lot of hoe money (sho' $hort), where you get it
The old-fashioned way (silly rappers), I just spit it (bitch)

I'm pimpish, I never let hoes pimp me
I let one bitch get me, and instantly
She dipped to Mexico, I'ma get you, hoe
I'ma find you and check you like a physical
I'm not a doctor, but I cut a bitch open
With this game have her broken never quit hoein'
A bad habit, I picked up along the way
Break a bitch, and make a new song every day

I do my own thing, I'm original
I was Born to Mack when I came in the do'
Just so you know, I got the game from the East
Lake Merritt to Sobranny in them East Oakland streets
Took my game on the road, became a millionaire
Tell the world, get ready for a real player (I'ma a real player)
And so it happened, I grabbed the mic and start rappin'
Make that money keep stackin'

I made a new album 14 times
Hoes screamin' out, "Too $hort, keep rhymin'"
I got rich screamin' bitch
My favorite word, I hear it on everybody shit
And when they say it like me, I couldn't want mo'
Send a special thanks out to yo' Uncle $hort
Do yo' thang nephew, y'know I'm down wit'cha
Stay strapped, watch yo' back, don't let the town getcha

And when you get mad, try to use your brain
Get some street etiquette, don't abuse the game
You know us real ones, you know we never bite
When these hoes start shit, you know we never fight
'Cause I'd be layin' on the ground feelin' real silly
All I did was fuck his bitch, that nigga still killed me
And even though I know a sucker spent all his cash
Just so he could fuck and try to get some ass

We don't pay hoes, we turn 'em
We teach hoes, you learn 'em
How we get them hoes, don't concern 'em
The old-fashioned way, we earn 'em
We been in the game, we did it
We true to the game, committed
We got a lot of hoe money, where you get it
The old-fashioned way, we just spit it