Bitch Crooked I (Ft. Eastwood, Ray J & Too $hort)

[Intro: Too $hort]
Biatch
That's right
Some real playas just walked up in this motherfucker
Nah, nah
It's not those other niggas
It's us, baby
What's up?
Oh yeah
I'll tell you something
Let me tell [?] something

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
Now let me tell a lil' story 'bout some real pimp game
'Bout a fake-ass rapper, won't say the simp's name
He always wanted to rap to a real pimp beat
But he never could, 'cause he's not a real MC
He was so lame, he just couldn't stop trickin'
But on his albums, he just couldn't stop pimpin'
All his hoes called him Tony, every day what they heard
Said he always act like my favorite word
But I don't pillow talk, bitch, I don't care
A real player won't never pay her
I just tell her recognise game and relax, freak
And keep your ass in the backseat
I can never be faithful to just one broad
I can't help myself, I was always hard
These other niggas talking that pimpin' for life shit
At the end of the day, it's real love with the wife and kids