Too $Shawty

“Too $Shawty”
Author: Wesley J. Hodges aka WES
Co-Author(s): Demetrius C. Hodges aka HodgeDro
Juwan McShan aka Savage Jayy

Intro: Flex, make me wanna grab the Tech
Lotta money, bigger problems
They know I’ll…
G…C…3…5…
Hook:
We got the Juice
We got the Juice
We got the Juice, Juice, Juice, Juice, Juice
We got the Juice
We got the Juice, yeah
We got the Juice, Juice, Juice, Juice, Juice
Get Loose

Verse 1 (Savage Jayy):
What you know about cooking
In them projects
Water off
Aint no food up in my belly
Moving soft
I was getting rich off that Yay money
Nigga say it to my face
You ain’t gon do nothing
I just wanted me a Wraith
O.G. said Savage be patient
Posted up at Marathon
With a big bank roll
Niggas wanna take me out
Why, I don’t know
Hate when niggas try to flex
Make me wanna grab the Tech
Lotta money, bigger problems
They know I’ll crash out
Lord, forgive me for my sins
Dude gon’ be assed out
I’m a spend a bin
Again and again
While he sleeping on his momma couch
Knock ‘em all off
Got the forty from my kin
Drinking on gin
Had to mix that shit with Juice
I don’t owe a nigga shit
Yeah I’m riding getting loose

Hook

Verse 2 (HodgeDro):
Pimpin, pimpin, pimpin trick
She’s a gamer girl
Makes money off joysticks
Spy hunter on you
Drop the oil slick
Used to sit and watch cows
Around the salt lick
Hit my beard a little
With my hair pick
Me and Alicia catching up
On her arithmetic
Line verses chap
Need some cap stick
Buzzard must’ve been inspired by DJ Quik
I bought Mary Jane
A brand new Bic
Hardcore, Mr. Foley never quit on Mick
Consumers find delight
Not with the politic
Flowing in myself is the movement
Coming from another planet
Lines intergalactic, bitch

Repeat Hook

Verse 3 (WES):
Trappin, rappin, a hundo
Passin deals off like a Rondo
Even got your girl in the condo
She gave me good brain
Head honcho
They say that nigga WES
He got that gas
But he ain’t fucking with you
Less you got that cash
No, that’s some hearsay
GC giving gas out all day
My nigga stay true
And we ain’t got no problems
Take a chance
And you wind up on the bottom
Wrong turn
And somebody just might follow
Look back
And there’ll be no more tomorrow
So when you in my hood
Respect
Cuz everybody out here
Working for the check
Don’t come around sniffing like you the feds
Cause last nigga did that wound up (huh)

Repeat Hook