Old Fashioned Way Lyrics - What's My Favorite Word? - Too $hort

[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"] 

[Verse One] 

What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's 

How much cash you got that you can lend me? 

Think I'll pay you back, think you flossin hard 

when you ridin down the strip in yo' boss's car? 

With your silver chain on and your fake diamonds 

Cain't do it right but you stay tryin 

You got big dreams, to hit a lick quick 

And buy a brand new house, but you ain't get shit 

Wouldn't even know what to do if you had bread 

How to be a baller - can you pass the test? 

There's more than one way to hit the top 

Trunk full of dope nigga don't get stopped 

Take it to the house and bag it up 

Make that money and stack it up 

Or spend it all in one place, what you want from me? 

I can't tell you how to run yo' company 

And don't start bitchin bout Too $hort 

What the fuck I wanna listen to you fo'? 

Look at you, you ain't all that successful 

Them plates ain't made out of Cristal 

You just regular, plain ol' frontin 

You come from nowhere and you don't claim nuttin 

Stop bein phony, actin hella hard 

Girl at the mall, maxin your credit card 

Answer your cell phone, now you smilin 

Talk to your girl, man it's been a while 

since she left to go shoppin, girl where you at? 

She out havin lunch with a player mack 

I'm in the background, don't trip partner 

Just munchin on the lunch that your bitch bought me 

She don't love you, she just used to you 

Got your mom and them wonderin what she do to you 

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[Chorus] 

I don't pay hoes, I turn 'em 

I teach hoes, you learn 'em 

How we get them hoes, don't concern 'em 

The old fashioned way, we earn 'em 

I been in the game, I did it 

I'm true to the game, I'm so committed 

I got a lot of hoe money, where you get it 

The old fashioned way, I just spit it 

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[Verse Two] 

I'm pimpish, I never let hoes pimp me 

I let one bitch get me, and instantly 

she dipped to Mexico, I'ma get you hoe 

I'ma find you and check you like a physical 

I'm not a doctor, but I cut a bitch open 

With this game have her broken never quit hoein 

A bad habit, I picked up along the way 

Break a bitch, and make a new song every day 

I do my own thing, I'm original 

I was "Born to Mack" when I came in the do' 

Just so you know, I got the game from the East 

Lake Merritt(?) to Sobranny(?) in them East Oakland streets 

Took my game on the road, became a millionaire 

Tell the world get ready for a real player 

And so it happened, I grabbed the mic and start rappin 

Make that money keep stackin 

I made a new album, fourteen times 

Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin 

I got rich screamin BITCH 

My favorite word; I hear it on - E'RYBODY shit 

And when they say it like me, I couldn't want mo' 

Send a special thanks out to yo' Uncle $hort 

Do yo' thang nephew, y'know I'm down witcha 

Stay strapped, watch yo' back, don't let the town getcha 

And when you get mad, try to use your brain 

Get some street etiquette, don't abuse the game 

You know us real ones, you know we never bite 

When these hoes start shit you know we never fight 

Cause I'd be layin on the ground feelin real silly 

All I did was fuck his bitch, that nigga still killed me 

And even though I know a sucker spent all his cash 

Just so he could fuck and try to get some ass 

[Chorus]