Too $hort (too Short) - 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 'cause 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**k like a rap, aint 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**k if you fake pimps peep my sh** 'cause 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?" 'cause 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