Listen to The Old Fashioned Way by Too $hort

The Old Fashioned Way

Too $hort

Hip-Hop/Rap

534 Shazams

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The Old Fashioned Way
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Too $hort
Too $hort
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
Composer
Quint Banks
Quint Banks
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Too $hort
Too $hort
Producer

Lyrics

Would you let them know that I'm for this prostitution just like the constitution I mean, what would you do? I mean, would you understand, you let them know, you understand? That I done made a way out two shows on the hoes stroll Would you let them know, you understand? That I them put they feet on ghetto streets, I mean, what would you do? You understand? I mean, would you do it just like that, because if you will It's official, just like a referee whistle And you know Too $hort's favorite word, bitch! 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 Can'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 shit Wouldn't even know what to do if you had bread How to be a baller, can you pass the test? There's more than one way to hit the top Trunk full of dope, nigga, 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 bitchin' 'bout Too $hort What the fuck, 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 (nigga) I'm in the background, don't trip partner Just munchin' on the lunch that your bitch bought me She don't love you, she just used to you Got your mom and them wonderin' what she do to you (trick, bitch) I don't pay hoes, I turn 'em I teach hoes, you learn 'em How we get them hoes, don't concern 'em (trick, bitch) 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 (sho' $hort), where you get it The old-fashioned way (silly rappers), I just spit it (bitch) I'm pimpish, I never let hoes pimp me I let one bitch 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 bitch open With this game have her broken never quit hoein' A bad habit, I picked up along the way Break a bitch, 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 (I'ma a real player) And so it happened, I grabbed the mic and start rappin' Make that money keep stackin' I made a new album 14 times Hoes screamin' out, "Too $hort, keep rhymin'" I got rich screamin' bitch My favorite word, I hear it on everybody shit 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 wit'cha 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 shit, you know we never fight 'Cause I'd be layin' on the ground feelin' real silly All I did was fuck his bitch, that nigga still killed me And even though I know a sucker spent all his cash Just so he could fuck and try to get some ass We don't pay hoes, we turn 'em We teach hoes, you learn 'em How we get them hoes, don't concern 'em The old-fashioned way, we earn 'em We been in the game, we did it We true to the game, committed We got a lot of hoe money, where you get it The old-fashioned way, we just spit it
Writer(s): Todd Anthony Shaw, Quinton Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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