Where They At? lyrics

Hook:
Where they at? Where they at?
Where the hoes at? Where they at?
Where the b*tches at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Yeah, where they at?
Where the hoes at? Where they at?
Where the b*tches at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?

Verse 1: (Captain Save 'Em, Too $hort)
Captain Save 'Em:
Yall n*ggas always talkin bad about a breezy
Talkin bout that young-ass, rich-ass n*gga Too Sheezy
Always callin a woman out a name
Callin her a "bee-eye-itch", now thats a shame
What if somebody called your woman that?
Youd be all up at the century club boy with your stri-nap
Talkin bout "I'll never save a ho"
Then why you have that breezy drivin your big-body benz for?
You say you only out to get some head, and then to stab
But I see you up at Monty's feedin her lobster and crab
They say that Captain is a playa's worst enemy, so whats next?
You just mad cuz I got more hoes than you got diamonds on your rolex
Too $hort:
I realize after makin 6 platinums in a row
The sh*t was easy, so I had to get some mo'
I never did like stiff hoes
I f*ck like a rap, ain't no quick flows
I'm a California n*gga, born and bred
Got a wild imagination when I'm on the bed
I love my woman, I love her girlfriend and her sister
Felt on her mommas booty but never kissed her
Been mackin on these hoes since the 8-0's
It don't take much for me to break hoes
You must be dreamin, if my b*tch chose you
We in another lifetime, my game is foolproof
It won't happen, as long as she's my b*tch
I give a f*ck if you fake pimps peep my sh*t
Cuz I'mma mack these hoes like never befo'
And everytime I grab the mic I gotta better flow
Hook

Verse 2: (Too $hort)
I went from rappin about the clothes I was wearin at a party
To all the hoes that let me see their naked bodies
It's not an overnight transition thing
I wasn't born pimpin hoes wearin pinky rings
Never walked around sayin "Who am I?"
Cuz when I seen old movies like "Superfly"
It was my destiny, to live a pimp legacy
And reach levels other n*ggas never see
In '81 I rapped friendly, but now its on
One day I said somethin on the microphone
About sixteen hoes, suckin ten toes
People loved it, thats how the story goes
It's true, in 1982
Me and Freddy B sold the tapes to you
X-rated, talkin bout b*tches and thugs
All the dope-dealers gettin rich sellin drugs
Too $hort bumpin in the background
You thought I retired, b*tch I'm back now
Like a house party, or a side show
I got the spanish, black and white hoes
Ask an East Oakland n*gga, I bet you he know
"Is she mixed with japanese or fillapino?"
I always spit the game when I rap
All I wanna know is where the hoes at?
Hook