Where they at? Where they at?

Where the hoes at? Where they at?

Where the bitches at? Where they at?

Where they at? Where they at? Yeah, where they at?

Where the hoes at? Where they at?

Where the bitches at? Where they at?

Where they at? Where they at? Y'all niggas always talkin' bad about a breezy

Talkin' 'bout that young-ass, rich-ass nigga Too Sheezy

Always callin' a woman out a name

Callin' her a bitch, now that's a shame What if somebody called your woman that?

You'd 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 I realize after makin' six platinums in a row

The *** was easy, so I had to get some more

I never did like stiff hoes

I *** like a rap, ain't no quick flows I'm a California nigga, 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 bitch chose you

We in another lifetime, my game is full proof It won't happen, as long as she's my bitch

I give a *** if you fake pimps peep my ***

'Cuz I'mma mack these hoes like never before

And every time I *** the mic I gotta better flow Where they at? Where they at?

Where the hoes at? Where they at?

Where the bitches at? Where they at?

Where they at? Where they at? Yeah, where they at?

Where the hoes at? Where they at?

Where the bitches at? Where they at?

Where they at? Where they at? 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 niggas never see In '81 I rapped friendly, but now it's on

One day I said somethin' on the microphone

About sixteen hoes, suckin' ten toes

People loved it, that's how the story goes It's true, in 1982

Me and Freddy B sold the tapes to you

X-rated, talkin' 'bout bitches and thugs

All the dope-dealers gettin' rich sellin' drugs Too $hort bumpin' in the background

You thought I retired, bitch I'm back now

Like a house party, or a side show

I got the Spanish, black and white hoes Ask an East Oakland nigga, 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? Where they at? Where they at?

Where the hoes at? Where they at?

Where the bitches at? Where they at?

Where they at? Where they at? Yeah, where they at?

Where the hoes at? Where they at?

Where the bitches at? Where they at?

Where they at? Where they at? Where the hoes at? Where they at?

Where the bitches at? Where they at? Yeah