[Slip Capone]
Mac flossy Where you at? (aaah!)
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California hoes
[Too $hort]
California b**hes (Tim Dog)
Some bad hoes
b**h you digging in the wrong dirt b**h
Ain't no gold in here
f**ing with the wrong n***as
Knoc-Turn'al, Slip Capone, Short Dog
[Slip Capone]
I knew a tight white b**h named Marianna
She lived right around the corner from Temecula
See I was bored, I f**ed both of them who*es before
So I called my other b**h Elsinore
She wasn't cracking so I called up Hesperia and Monrovia and Valencia
I got some p**y from Pomona and her sister Corona
It ain't nothing like them hoes in southern California
I knew a b**h named Irvine
She had a cousin with the name Santa Ana, it was short for Anaheim
I got high in Riverside with Receda and Rosarito
And Santa Clarita and [Rameda???]
I'm pleased to meet you
I've been all around the world
And with over a thousand girls
And homeboy I don't know what you have been told
But eskimo p**y is mighty cold (brrrr!)
[Hook - Slip Capone]
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes
Got cash sniffin' noses
All around the globe back to California
Everywhere I go they all up on us
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes
Got cash sniffin' noses
[Knoc-Turn'al]
You might be gold but lately I been doing the platinum pose
[Girl 1] Knoc-Turn'al's on 128 girl
[Girl 2] What? I'll be right over
Magazines choreograph me in photos
I put out with three dime pieces slamming four doors
And if I can use cities in relation to hoes
I probably f**ed San Fernando's daughter, Santa Barbera
And her best friend Alameda and Sierra
And Ramona's little sister Covina
And I don't know what you thought
Whether you turned the cat in the night b**h
Still the only manipulation weapon you got
Knoc-Turn'al ain't the one to fall victim to your plots
Before I save a ho from the block
Her great grandchildren's corpses will rot
f** a ho
I'd rather have money and a multiple round spitting Glock
Four mansions with multiple cars investing my chips in stock
Even if I can't spell dow jones I still pull out fat knocks
It don't stop
[Hook]
[Too $hort]
They say this is a man's world
Can't understand it girl
All you ever wanted was a man like Chante Moore
You know us ballers never have one woman
And when you need us we never come running
That's why now you think about your ex again
You want to page him just to have s** with him
But instead you better call your next of kin
And complain these ballers won't let you in
She don't love you she loves money and s**
b**hes shoot you in the head for a rolex
I know the b**h is a dick fiend
I f**ed her one night when she was sixteen
I know it seems like a long time ago
But I f**ed her again when she was twenty four
b**h I'm an old school vet they call me Too $hort
Look your woman in the eyes
What she do it for? Biyatch!
You know these hoes man
They'd do anything if they think it's for the money
That's why
[Hook x2]