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