That's Right-Too $hort

I need team players, to roll with Get down with an O.G., knowin it Would you mix Hennessy, with Tanqueray? Let me f**k yo' best friend every day Would you walk from Compton to Hollywood From Richmond to Oakland I got it good From the Soul Train Awards to the Grammys From New York City to Miami If I went to jail, would you bail me out? If I went through hell, would you help me out? Get a king and have better things Sell your grandmomma's wedding ring Unconditional love, would you donate yo' kidneys? I wanna know how much would you give me Let my dawg hit it, matter fact let us all get it Break somethin off on it, right I woke up one day in the A-T-L With a pocket full of money feelin way too real Thinkin bout what happened 'fore I went to sleep I'd be broke if it wasn't for the pimp in me Read my mind, I want what you got Top down girl, bumpin Tupac You got too much money in your freak pants That's why I keep my ladies in a deep trance From January to December She can't remember, her mind's in a blender Wake up in the back of a Caddy Don't even know who's your momma or your daddy The name is Too $hort I'm addictive like Newports, but of course You can fight the feelin if you want to But this game might come back to haunt you, right