Where They At?

Where They At? Lyrics

Hook:
Where they at? Where they at?
Where the hoes at? Where they at?
Where the b**ches at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Yeah, where they at?
Where the hoes at? Where they at?
Where the b**ches 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 that's 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 what's 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 sh*t was easy, so I had to get some mo'
I never did like stiff hoes,
I f**k 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 b**ch chose you,
We in another lifetime, my game is foolproof
It won't happen, as long as she's my b**ch,
I give a f**k if you fake pimps peep my sh*t
'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 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**ches and thugs,
All the dope-dealers gettin rich sellin drugs
Too $hort bumpin in the background,
You thought I retired, b**ch 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