Jazzy Hoes

<br>[Too Short talking]<br>[Chorus]<br>All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his<br>dough<br>Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like<br>You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me?<br>[Too Short]<br>Little fast bitch, actin` sarcastic<br>Need to get her ass kicked, tryin` to get the cash quick<br>She be my last pick, I got a real hoe<br>Take yo` ass back to class and buy a dildo<br>Don`t let the freak in you keep you up all night<br>Gettin` fucked and sucked, you wastin` your life<br>Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down<br>She gotta understand what I know now<br>Ain`t no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch<br>Come around me gettin` credit cards and don`t do shit, bitch<br>I travel throughout the year<br>I keep a woman with a house and her own career<br>So when I buy her a diamond ring, it`s just a gift (what`s your name?)<br>Too Short baby, don`t need to trick<br>I give her what she want cause I`m a real player<br>Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later<br>[Chorus 2x]<br>[Young Bloodz]<br>See I ilke them crazy hoe<br>Them straight, get down and pay me hoe<br>I wouldn`t mind no jazzy hoe<br>Make my creep fall right out my clothes<br>On the blow, can`t let no hoe see my flow<br>Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go)<br>Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh)<br>Put you in the street, make me mo` money mo`<br>[Young Bloodz]<br>Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol` jazzy hoe<br>Straight boozyabitch, ol` sassy hoe<br>Who think she fly to death, so I ain`t gon` hold my breath<br>To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo`self<br>For as I cut one but two down the line<br>But could it be yo` hoe that I`m cuttin` everytime?<br>And I come to find she servin` every nigga in yo` clique<br>To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick<br>[Mr. Black]<br>Quote for quote, who tote like this<br>Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit<br>Snatchin` all the hoes in your harem, indeed<br>I mock turtlenecks while I`m bees and tweed<br>Til I proceed, damn right, the spot`s tight<br>Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might<br>Bag these bitches like groceries<br>Player to player, you can`t get close to me<br>Now who you `posed to be?<br>Pullin` toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin` fly<br>And I can tell she schemin` (why`s that?)<br>Cause she like the ice is gleamin` (okay)<br>But that`s cool though, cause I know how to stain golds<br>I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know<br>I slang flow, east to west<br>Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test<br>[Chorus 2x]<br>[Eightball]<br>Lay it down, lay it down<br>You hoes lay it down<br>When the real motherfuckin` player come around<br>Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak<br>Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin` Hennessee<br>Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne<br>Chiefin` up some hay, gettin` at them hoes, man<br>Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that?<br>I got star hoes pickin` me up in Tahoes<br>Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin`-to-score hoes<br>Mickey dropin` hoes, quick to drop they clothes<br>I give those only funky weave wearin` bitches<br>All made up, gettin` at a niggas riches<br>I like women with they head on straight<br>Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit` Eight<br>Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds<br>Gettin` pimped by them space age jazzy hoes<br>[Chorus]<br>[Too Short talking in background]