Lyric This How We Eat
[Goldie Loc talking]
Definition - gangsta, hustla, you know
We make money, we eat, we feed
Pay attention - (Beitch!!) *beat starts*
Uhh, yeah, come on..
Uhh uhh, make some music..
Dogg House, you know..
$hort Dog peep game, come on
I m ridin down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets
No beer-belly fool, we get it all for eats
Cocoa Puff the green leaf, cloud up
We some gangstas makin money, never been a scrub
Whattchu know about sellin dope...
But the only thing you good for now, is droppin the soap
Goldie Loc, Tray Deee, Too $hort, no doubt
Tell em how we eat and what we all about, nigga
[Too $hort]
These hoes know what s up, niggaz been havin game
O.G. s tell me real good, bitch I m the same
Motherfucker make em feel good, ya know my name
Bitch, if ya still could, you d do the same
Made thirteen albums in a row
Be like Too $hort baby and pimp a hoe
It s so easy, if ya know how to get it
You ll never be another broke-ass nigga
[Chorus: Kokane]
We got, top-notch hoes, y all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, y all fools eat Cheerios
We got, top-notch hoes, y all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, y all fools eat Cheerios
[Tray Deee]
Fuck a business suit, I m out to where we juice
Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless loot
Runnin game from the brain or the stainless steel
Pushin Holt s high-heels when we bang the field
With the heat out, jack the whole hood with G-clout
Invisible perimeters for niggaz to keep out
You ain t got to ask what the fuck what we bout
Whatever, get the cheddar than an nigga can ease out
[Goldie Loc]
I used to be able to jump from the free-throw line and bang
Now I bust and crush tracks, nothin really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some hotties (nigga)
Call somebody, I m layin in this motherfucker bloody
It wasn t because of my shoes, clothes, or money
I was at the wrong place at the wrong time
Paramedics don t know, I was a victim of the crime
[talking]
Just keep gettin that money mayne
Fuck them niggaz, yeah... this how we eat
[Chorus: Kokane]
We got, top-notch hoes, y all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, y all fools eat Cheerios
(Check it out)
[$hort] Don t be trick, you know these hoes so slick
[$hort] Do yo thang and get rich
[TrayD] Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got
[TrayD] You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot
[$hort] Ask anybody; I stay paid
[$hort] Most niggaz want pussy, tryna get laid
[TrayD] Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe
[TrayD] I break a bitch down then I m off with the dough
[$hort] I m so hungry, I can t wait to eat
[$hort] I ride brand new shit down the street
[TrayD] Life is a game of chess, who plays the best
[TrayD] is the last one that s laid to rest
[$hort] I know you wanna eat good - it ain t hard
[$hort] to be a real ghetto superstar
[TrayD] Focus is the key - if ya want it, it could be
[TrayD] If ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see
[TrayD] that s game
[Chorus: Kokane]
We got, top-notch hoes, y all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, y all fools eat Cheerios
We got, top-notch hoes, y all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, y all fools eat Cheerios
[Big Tigger]
Catch me headed out west, Impala drive
And when they see balkin and be talkin bout (?)
Too $hort, Eastsidaz, and ya boy Big Tig
It s on and poppin now, but we wattn t always this big
Wanted a Benz and a Lotus (what?)
Whatever feels, sprayin Raid on the roaches
I mean the whole damn scene was kinda hopless (whattchu mean?)
Came home to it, then we flipped the notice
Now we big crib livin, Rockland and non-stop
with hot women, cop drops with rims that don t stop spinnin (whoo!)
And it s just the beginnin (what?)
Cuz as long as the game strong we gon keep winnin
Big Tigger, Too $hort, drops it so mean
That lets us go get us a team of flatscreens
Three cars, three cribs and three bikes
When I drop this hot shit, I m gonna cop three plus three mics
[talking]
Y all niggaz better stop playin and get yo game tight
Too $hort, Eastsidaz, Big Tig... oh boy
Album number 13 nigga, y all better stop chasin the cat
Chase that money, well unless you know
The cat got money (please believe it) this how we eat nigga!
Let s go, oh boy...
Definition - gangsta, hustla, you know
We make money, we eat, we feed
Pay attention - (Beitch!!) *beat starts*
Uhh, yeah, come on..
Uhh uhh, make some music..
Dogg House, you know..
$hort Dog peep game, come on
I m ridin down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets
No beer-belly fool, we get it all for eats
Cocoa Puff the green leaf, cloud up
We some gangstas makin money, never been a scrub
Whattchu know about sellin dope...
But the only thing you good for now, is droppin the soap
Goldie Loc, Tray Deee, Too $hort, no doubt
Tell em how we eat and what we all about, nigga
[Too $hort]
These hoes know what s up, niggaz been havin game
O.G. s tell me real good, bitch I m the same
Motherfucker make em feel good, ya know my name
Bitch, if ya still could, you d do the same
Made thirteen albums in a row
Be like Too $hort baby and pimp a hoe
It s so easy, if ya know how to get it
You ll never be another broke-ass nigga
[Chorus: Kokane]
We got, top-notch hoes, y all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, y all fools eat Cheerios
We got, top-notch hoes, y all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, y all fools eat Cheerios
[Tray Deee]
Fuck a business suit, I m out to where we juice
Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless loot
Runnin game from the brain or the stainless steel
Pushin Holt s high-heels when we bang the field
With the heat out, jack the whole hood with G-clout
Invisible perimeters for niggaz to keep out
You ain t got to ask what the fuck what we bout
Whatever, get the cheddar than an nigga can ease out
[Goldie Loc]
I used to be able to jump from the free-throw line and bang
Now I bust and crush tracks, nothin really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some hotties (nigga)
Call somebody, I m layin in this motherfucker bloody
It wasn t because of my shoes, clothes, or money
I was at the wrong place at the wrong time
Paramedics don t know, I was a victim of the crime
[talking]
Just keep gettin that money mayne
Fuck them niggaz, yeah... this how we eat
[Chorus: Kokane]
We got, top-notch hoes, y all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, y all fools eat Cheerios
(Check it out)
[$hort] Don t be trick, you know these hoes so slick
[$hort] Do yo thang and get rich
[TrayD] Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got
[TrayD] You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot
[$hort] Ask anybody; I stay paid
[$hort] Most niggaz want pussy, tryna get laid
[TrayD] Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe
[TrayD] I break a bitch down then I m off with the dough
[$hort] I m so hungry, I can t wait to eat
[$hort] I ride brand new shit down the street
[TrayD] Life is a game of chess, who plays the best
[TrayD] is the last one that s laid to rest
[$hort] I know you wanna eat good - it ain t hard
[$hort] to be a real ghetto superstar
[TrayD] Focus is the key - if ya want it, it could be
[TrayD] If ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see
[TrayD] that s game
[Chorus: Kokane]
We got, top-notch hoes, y all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, y all fools eat Cheerios
We got, top-notch hoes, y all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, y all fools eat Cheerios
[Big Tigger]
Catch me headed out west, Impala drive
And when they see balkin and be talkin bout (?)
Too $hort, Eastsidaz, and ya boy Big Tig
It s on and poppin now, but we wattn t always this big
Wanted a Benz and a Lotus (what?)
Whatever feels, sprayin Raid on the roaches
I mean the whole damn scene was kinda hopless (whattchu mean?)
Came home to it, then we flipped the notice
Now we big crib livin, Rockland and non-stop
with hot women, cop drops with rims that don t stop spinnin (whoo!)
And it s just the beginnin (what?)
Cuz as long as the game strong we gon keep winnin
Big Tigger, Too $hort, drops it so mean
That lets us go get us a team of flatscreens
Three cars, three cribs and three bikes
When I drop this hot shit, I m gonna cop three plus three mics
[talking]
Y all niggaz better stop playin and get yo game tight
Too $hort, Eastsidaz, Big Tig... oh boy
Album number 13 nigga, y all better stop chasin the cat
Chase that money, well unless you know
The cat got money (please believe it) this how we eat nigga!
Let s go, oh boy...
