Ant Banks - Where They At? lyrics

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