Lyrics:

Sunshine, convertable tops You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops You ride black walls, we ride Vogues You got a girlfriend, we pimp hoes You say I'm fake, I say you're smoking I'm just a mack named $hort from Oakland Just like a tag team wrestling tip With a nasty bitch, then the homie switch Bitch, ain't getting nothing but a lesson taught If your pimping ain't strong, it's not my fault Hoes start choosing, wouldn't give 'em a break I pull out my old white Too $hort tape I'm playing