Couldn't Be a Better Player

Too short: nigga what,nigga what,nigga what East side boyz: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Us niggas from the south be representing shit And trying to keep these player haters of our d**k Never f**king with these loud a*s clicks and crews And bucking down busters that be acting rude Cause these niggas and these hoes be with some other shit They like to talk behind your back but in your face they ride yo d**k That's why I stay tight with my crew, So what you gone do when we come for you Chorus repeat 4x: <what, wuz up, wuz up, what>(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 s*ckers (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 : Short short, short, short Now I don't give a f**k about ya' benz or ya light-skinned bitch I don't give a f**k who you tell you don't like this shit 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 shit 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 Bitch a*s nigga, I'm trying to get me a lick She better pay me right now she wanna get some d**k I told cha' got the game from the old niggas Everytime I park my car him come the gold diggers With the easy pus*y 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 : Now I don't give a f**k about cha' phone book and all ya' pictures Chilling at the club with all ya bitches Lying on ya' d**k save the drama Got my eye on ya' bitch and ya baby mama, catch ya' snoozing You know the rules pimp ya' bitch is chosing, ya' bout' to lose them Yelling get cha' a*s in the car bitch But I'm much to fast with this hard d**k Short dog took ya' broad, it just can't be Ya' bitch s*cked 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 a*s so you stuck (repeat 2x) You wanna run like a motherf**king bitch 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 bitch (repeat 2x) Too : Now I don't give a f**k if you f**k the richest bitch 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 d**ks 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 bitch gotta face me Cause I put the game down from the start And you ain't nothing but a dumb a*s mark Do yo' thing and watch me do mine Get the bitch on the phone and we'll see who lying, nigga What! (until fade)