This How We Eat Lyrics - Too $hort

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 

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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 

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 

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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 

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 

Just keep gettin that money mayne 

Fuck them niggaz, yeah... this how we eat 

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 

Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got 

You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot 

[$hort] Ask anybody; I stay paid 

[$hort] Most niggaz want pussy, tryna get laid 

Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe 

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 

Life is a game of chess, who plays the best 

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 

Focus is the key - if ya want it, it could be 

If ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see 

that's game 

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 

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 

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...