King Tee - Big Boyz lyrics

(Feat. Too $hort) [King Tee (Too $hort):] Ey $hort (What's up mayne?) Ah nothin' man, just sittin' up here man Drinkin' on this big Hennessy What's happenin' with you? (Over here smokin' on this big weed And my big joint sittin' on 20's) Yeah, yeah, if they can't hang with the big boys They need to stay off the turf, you know what I'm sayin'? (That's right... I feel the same way mayne Put it down like this) [King Tee:] Me and the players roll tight, sleep all day and play nights Blowin' 20 G's with ease at big fights Keepin' clamps on the crap table, I be runnin 'em Man I got problems but cash ain't one of 'em I stomp out in trucks with humps that bump blocks Flossin' in The Bay with $hort and big shot Wonderin', what else could a n***a go buy What other b**h could we toss up and get high n***az might lie but I'm a player by nature Work a hoe quick for the paper So haters feel the vapors, yeah take a hit from the bomb (Chronic) I brought a whole pound, stay calm (Bionic) East Oak-town and Comp-town f** gettin' down, we vex, we been down And f** anyone who thought my sh** was for punks Like Richie Rich said, you don't want no funk [Too $hort:] I'm from the Golden State, Californ-I-A You think you already know what I wanna say b**h recognize game when ya callin' a pimp You see this sh** don't end so I'm ballin' again That's what I got my Benz and the Lexus for You know a n***a like to f**, bring some extra hoes If you thinkin', California livin' is fake There's some real a** n***az in this big a** state I took a four hour drive up Interstate 5 Did a hundred miles an hour with a b**h on my side I wasn't trippin' off sh** 'til I blew my woofers Ridin' back to Oakland with two fine hookers [King Tee (Too $hort):] Big boys, with big dicks and big wheels Big bank accounts, big cribs on big hills (Livin' like players for the '9-seezy) Mackadelic King Tee (With ya n***a Too $heezy) [King Tee:] Ain't nothin' but G's and pimps in this pal Chokin' on the bud and drinkin' Cristal Big boys with big hats Big cigars with big bank and big straps Haters say that I'm a trick 'cause I let my b**h drive my 6-heezy Now I'm on the mic with Too $heezy Livin' life easy, million dollar deals and connections Drunk in your V.I.P. section (Rollin' up on the side in your GS, homie you don't know me) The Rolly on the arm cost forty A baby loc Goldy, mackin' at them hoes at the bar (Baby I can make yo' a** a star) You on the Metro? Let's hit this X.O. and let's ride The wide-body's parked outside Playalistics, I'm on these hoes hoods for '9-7 God I hope players go to Heaven [Too $hort:] Hell yeah, she said - "I know why they call ya $hort Dog" "But why you always gotta be so hard on us women? " What a n***a gotta do? Treat a young lady like a prostitute Cause that's how we livin' in the '9-0s I'm tired of y'all savin' these fine hoes If you ever see a lady, treat her with cla** But these disrespectful b**hes, beat they a** And don't hesitate to represent the game right Cause it's cool to go home to your same wife every night And never say sh** about mine I be seein' your b**h out all the time Smilin', starin' at me, n***a what's up? I know your b**h, if I want to I could f** But I'm all about my money so keep your punk hoe And let the funk flow