Couldn’t be a better player

Couldn’t be a better player Lyrics

Too short: nigga what,nigga what,nigga what

East side boyz:

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Us niggas from the south be representing sh*t
And trying to keep these player haters of our dick
Never f**king with these loud ass clicks and crews
And bucking down busters that be acting rude
Cause these niggas and these hoes be with some other sh*t
They like to talk behind your back but in your face they ride yo dick
That's why I stay tight with my crew,
So what you gone do when we come for you

Chorus repeat 4x: (in background)

What the f**k you gone do nigga, what the
What the f**k you gone do, what you gone do (repeat 4x)

(hook): east side boyz

Represent yo' click motherf**ker
And if you don't then you must be a buster (repeat 2x)
Now put your middle finger up motherf**ker (repeat 2x)
Now drop them bows on them motherf**king suckers (repeat 2x)
Now get crunk motherf**ker get crunk (repeat 2x)
Now get drunk motherf**ket get drunk (repeat 2x)
Now tell them hoes to drop they clothes
And cut something for the motherf**king d-lo's

Chorus

Too $hort:

Short short, short, short
Now I don't give a f**k about ya' benz or ya light-skinned b**ch
I don't give a f**k who you tell you don't like this sh*t
The fact still stand you got one girlfriend
And I fill like the whole world's pimp
I can't be like you, always acting fake
I can tell you how much a real mac can make
A million dollars ain't sh*t to spend
Get some new hoes and get it again
So don't tell me what'cha wish for
You wanna be kept by a rich hoe
b**ch ass nigga, I'm trying to get me a lick
She better pay me right now she wanna get some dick
I told cha' got the game from the old niggas
Everytime I park my car him come the gold diggers
With the easy pussy sign on display
If you looking for some money don't come this way

(hook): too short

You couldn't be a better player than me
Even if you f**ked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like that with p
I be f**king hoes everyday of the week biiitch!!!

Chorus

Too $hort:

Now I don't give a f**k about cha' phone book and all ya' pictures
Chilling at the club with all ya b**ches
Lying on ya' dick save the drama
Got my eye on ya' b**ch and ya baby mama, catch ya' snoozing
You know the rules pimp ya' b**ch is chosing, ya' bout' to lose them
Yelling get cha' ass in the car b**ch
But I'm much to fast with this hard dick
Short dog took ya' broad, it just can't be
Ya' b**ch sucked me and f**ked me and than she think me
I know the whole story, you ain't serving it right
I'll probably stop by and put some work in tonight

(hook): too short

You couldn't be a better player than me
Even if you f**ked everyday of the week
I know you think you got it like that with p
I be f**king hoes every day of the week
I know you couldn't be a better player than me
Even if you rode in luxury
I know you smoke colting that top notch freak
You never could be a better player than me, biiitch!!!

Chorus

(hook:) east side boyz
Now what's up f**k nigga what's up (repeat 2x)
You gone buck f**k nigga then buck (repeat 2x)
Ya' boys done left ya' now ya' stuck (repeat 2x)
Ain't got no pistol on ya ass so you stuck (repeat 2x)
You wanna run like a motherf**king b**ch
You shouldn't have been no motherf**king snitch (repeat 2x)
My nigga trigger finger startin' to itch (repeat 2x)
You shouldn't have been no motherf**king b**ch (repeat 2x)

Too $hort:

Now I don't give a f**k if you f**k the richest b**ch on earth
You can be a jiggalo couldn't get more work
Cause I'm a player from way back taught by the best
No hater can fade me
I was short like the rest of y'all half stepping little dicks wanna be big
Willie's, you got a bad case of the sillies
In the studio you make believers
In real life you more like the cape crusaders
Rushing to the scene to save them hoes
Everytime they come across them crazy folks
You cuff 'em hurry up and get em' to safety
But sooner or later the b**ch gotta face me
Cause I put the game down from the start
And you ain't nothing but a dumb ass mark
Do yo' thing and watch me do mine
Get the b**ch on the phone and we'll see who lying, nigga

What! (until fade)