Where They At? Lyrics

Where They At? lyrics

Hook: 

Where they at? Where they at?

Where the hoes at? Where they
at?

Where the bitches at? Where they at?

Where they at? Where they
at?

Yeah, where they at? 

Where the hoes at? Where they at?

Where the bitches at? Where they at?

Where they at? Where they at?



Verse 1: (Captain Save 'Em, Too $hort)

Captain Save 'Em:

Yall niggas always talkin bad about a breezy,

Talkin bout that
young-ass, rich-ass nigga 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 shit was easy, so I had to get some mo'

I never did like stiff
hoes,

I fuck like a rap, aint no quick flows

I'm a California nigga,
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 bitch chose
you,

We in another lifetime, my game is foolproof

It won't happen,
as long as she's my bitch,

I give a fuck if you fake pimps peep my
shit

'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 niggas never see

In '81 I rapped friendly, but
now its on,

One day I said somethin on the microphone

About sixteen
hoes, suckin 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 bitches and thugs,

All the dope-dealers gettin
rich sellin drugs

Too $hort bumpin in the background,

You thought I
retired, bitch I'm back now

Like a house party, or a side show,

I
got the spanish, black and white hoes

Ask an East Oakland nigga, 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