Hook:
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Where they at? Where they at?
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Where the hoes at? Where they at?
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Where the bitches at? Where they at?
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Where they at? Where they at?
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Yeah, where they at?
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Where the hoes at? Where they at?
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Where the bitches at? Where they at?
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Where they at? Where they at?
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Verse 1: (Captain Save 'Em, Too $hort)
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Captain Save 'Em:
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Yall niggas always talkin bad about a breezy,
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Talkin bout that young-ass, rich-ass nigga Too Sheezy
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Always callin a woman out a name,
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Callin her a "bee-eye-itch", now thats a shame
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What if somebody called your woman that?
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Youd be all up at the century club boy with your stri-nap
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Talkin bout "I'll never save a ho",
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Then why you have that breezy drivin your big-body benz for?
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You say you only out to get some head, and then to stab,
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But I see you up at Monty's feedin her lobster and crab
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They say that Captain is a playa's worst enemy, so whats next?
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You just mad cuz I got more hoes than you got diamonds on your rolex
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Too $hort:
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I realize after makin 6 platinums in a row
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The shit was easy, so I had to get some mo'
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I never did like stiff hoes,
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I fuck like a rap, aint no quick flows
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I'm a California nigga, born and bred,
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Got a wild imagination when I'm on the bed
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I love my woman, I love her girlfriend and her sister,
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Felt on her mommas booty but never kissed her
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Been mackin on these hoes since the 8-0's,
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It don't take much for me to break hoes
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You must be dreamin, if my bitch chose you,
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We in another lifetime, my game is foolproof
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It won't happen, as long as she's my bitch,
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I give a fuck if you fake pimps peep my shit
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Cuz I'mma mack these hoes like never befo',
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And everytime I grab the mic I gotta better flow
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Hook
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Verse 2: (Too $hort)
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I went from rappin about the clothes I was wearin at a party,
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To all the hoes that let me see their naked bodies
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It's not an overnight transition thing,
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I wasn't born pimpin hoes wearin pinky rings
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Never walked around sayin "Who am I?"
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Cuz when I seen old movies like "Superfly"
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It was my destiny, to live a pimp legacy,
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And reach levels other niggas never see
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In '81 I rapped friendly, but now its on,
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One day I said somethin on the microphone
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About sixteen hoes, suckin ten toes,
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People loved it, thats how the story goes
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It's true, in 1982,
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Me and Freddy B sold the tapes to you
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X-rated, talkin bout bitches and thugs,
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All the dope-dealers gettin rich sellin drugs
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Too $hort bumpin in the background,
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You thought I retired, bitch I'm back now
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Like a house party, or a side show,
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I got the spanish, black and white hoes
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Ask an East Oakland nigga, I bet you he know,
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"Is she mixed with japanese or fillapino?"
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I always spit the game when I rap,
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All I wanna know is where the hoes at?
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Hook
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Where They At?
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Too Short |