Too Short - This My One lyrics

UHH~! Where I stay they gotta temper they locks

Get they hair done down at Nappy or Not (BAY AREA!!!)

No funk abusin the cops

Droppin off yola in the Wal*Mart parkin lot (parkin lot)

Hustle in our arteries, re-up and re-cop (cop)

Cemeteries, mortuaries, tryin to get guap' (UHHH)

Drugs, fetti and sex

Chicken one day, fed goods the next (UHHH~!)

I got a cold conversation

Could talk a cop out a ticket in front of the police station

My niggaz KNOW I'm a patient

When you're funkin or beefin all it takes is a little patience

(UHHH) Gotta be slick and sly

I ain't gon' kill nuttin, and I ain't gon' let nuttin die

Looted up, suited up, rap for fun

Wanna hear this black right here? Nigga say, this my one

Droop-E made the black, Sic'Wid'It hog

Who that rappin on the track? 40-Wat' and $hort Dawg

(At the bank they call us Earl and Todd)

(We up all night, hustlin hard)

UHHH {can't stop won't stop} this my one

{We gotta get it how we get it} this my one

{Like the beat hear knocks} this my one

{Got 'em all in the clubs yellin} this my one

Things can't stay the same

Somebody gotta break the chain

Put some big money back in the game

We havin big money and we at it a-gain

But can you handle it mayne

or would rather be grimy doin scandalous thangs?

You wanna ball, you can't tell him he ain't

Cause if the music don't pay he gon' sell 'em the 'caine

All the crack babies are growin up now

They got ADD, throw it up and act wild

Extra hyper, she asked me if I like her

Slow down girl, you move faster than a Viper

You're too freaky, you're way too sleazy

You could make some money but you give it up easy

Can't even get a coke dealer

You a broke bitch fuckin with a broke nigga!

UHHH... I play my position

So much throb in the trunk got the CD player skippin

(CD player skippin) I'm smokin and sippin

Hood life, speed bumps in the residential district

UHHHHH~! Pimpin this the anthem

Got the Chrysler lips, lookin like a phantom

Like a PHANTOM!! I burn rubber on a hater

If it ain't about yaper I'm hit the 'ccelerator

Me and E-40, we rap for money

on funky-ass tracks with slappin drumbeats

Pay me up front cause I'm not a dummy

Promoters like bitches when I'm hot they want me

... And that's all the time

I stay on tour, knockin all the dimes

I can't name 'em, the list is long

But when they hear that bass shit they say "This my one!"