Too $hort (too Short) - The Old Fashioned Way lyrics

(Intro is continued talking by " Pimpin Ken") What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's How much cash you got that you can lend me? Think I'll pay you back, think you flossin hard when you ridin down the strip in yo' boss's car? With your silver chain on and your fake diamonds Cain't do it right but you stay tryin You got big dreams, to hit a lick quick And buy a brand new house, but you ain't get sh** Wouldn't even know what to do if you had bread How to be a baller - can you pa** the test? There's more than one way to hit the top Trunk full of dope n***a don't get stopped Take it to the house and bag it up Make that money and stack it up Or spend it all in one place, what you want from me? I can't tell you how to run yo' company And don't start b**hin bout Too $hort What the f** I wanna listen to you fo'? Look at you, you ain't all that successful Them plates ain't made out of Cristal You just regular, plain ol' frontin You come from nowhere and you don't claim nuttin Stop bein phony, actin hella hard Girl at the mall, maxin your credit card Answer your cell phone, now you smilin Talk to your girl, man it's been a while since she left to go shoppin, girl where you at? She out havin lunch with a player mack I'm in the background, don't trip partner Just munchin on the lunch that your b**h bought me She don't love you, she just used to you Got your mom and them wonderin what she do to you I don't pay hoes, I turn 'em I teach hoes, you learn 'em How we get them hoes, don't concern 'em The old fashioned way, we earn 'em I been in the game, I did it I'm true to the game, I'm so committed I got a lot of hoe money, where you get it The old fashioned way, I just spit it I'm pimpish, I never let hoes pimp me I let one b**h get me, and instantly she dipped to Mexico, I'ma get you hoe I'ma find you and check you like a physical I'm not a doctor, but I cut a b**h open With this game have her broken never quit hoein A bad habit, I picked up along the way Break a b**h, and make a new song every day I do my own thing, I'm original I was "Born to Mack" when I came in the do' Just so you know, I got the game from the East Lake Merritt(?) to Sobranny(?) in them East Oakland streets Took my game on the road, became a millionaire Tell the world get ready for a real player And so it happened, I grabbed the mic and start rappin Make that money keep stackin I made a new album, fourteen times Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin I got rich screamin b*tch My favorite word; I hear it on - E'RYBODY sh** And when they say it like me, I couldn't want mo' Send a special thanks out to yo' Uncle $hort Do yo' thang nephew, y'know I'm down witcha Stay strapped, watch yo' back, don't let the town getcha And when you get mad, try to use your brain Get some street etiquette, don't abuse the game You know us real ones, you know we never bite When these hoes start sh** you know we never fight Cause I'd be layin on the ground feelin real silly All I did was f** his b**h, that n***a still k**ed me And even though I know a s**er spent all his cash Just so he could f** and try to get some a** I don't pay hoes, I turn 'em I teach hoes, you learn 'em How we get them hoes, don't concern 'em The old fashioned way, we earn 'em I been in the game, I did it I'm true to the game, I'm so committed I got a lot of hoe money, where you get it The old fashioned way, I just spit it