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where they at? where they at?
where the hoes at? where they at?
where the b-tches at? where they at?
where they at? where they at?

yeah, where they at?
where the hoes at? where they at?
where the b-tches at? where they at?
where they at? where they at?

y’all n-gg-s always talkin’ bad about a breezy
talkin’ ’bout that young–ss, rich–ss n-gg- too sheezy
always callin’ a woman out a name
callin’ her a b-tch, now that’s a shame

what if somebody called your woman that?
you’d 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 ‘cuz i got more hoes than you got diamonds on your rolex

i realize after makin’ six platinums in a row
the sh-t was easy, so i had to get some more
i never did like stiff hoes
i f-ck like a rap, ain’t no quick flows

i’m a california n-gg-, 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 b-tch chose you
we in another lifetime, my game is full proof

it won’t happen, as long as she’s my b-tch
i give a f-ck if you fake pimps peep my sh-t
‘cuz i’mma mack these hoes like never before
and every time i grab the mic i gotta better flow

where they at? where they at?
where the hoes at? where they at?
where the b-tches at? where they at?
where they at? where they at?

yeah, where they at?
where the hoes at? where they at?
where the b-tches at? where they at?
where they at? where they at?

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?”
‘cuz when i seen old movies like ‘superfly’
it was my destiny, to live a pimp legacy
and reach levels other n-gg-s never see

in ’81 i rapped friendly, but now it’s on
one day i said somethin’ on the microphone
about sixteen hoes, suckin’ ten toes
people loved it, that’s how the story goes

it’s true, in 1982
me and freddy b sold the tapes to you
x-rated, talkin’ ’bout b-tches and thugs
all the dope-dealers gettin’ rich sellin’ drugs

too $hort b-mpin’ in the background
you thought i retired, b-tch i’m back now
like a house party, or a side show
i got the spanish, black and white hoes

ask an east oakland n-gg-, i bet you he know
is she mixed with j-panese or fillapino?
i always spit the game when i rap
all i wanna know is where the hoes at?

where they at? where they at?
where the hoes at? where they at?
where the b-tches at? where they at?
where they at? where they at?

yeah, where they at?
where the hoes at? where they at?
where the b-tches at? where they at?
where they at? where they at?

where the hoes at? where they at?
where the b-tches at? where they at? yeah

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