4 Da Shoteez lyrics

4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
(Doin` it 4 Da Shorteez)
4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
(Doin` it 4 Da Shorteez)
4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
(4 Da Shorteez)

4 Da Shorteez-
Gather `round and let me tell ya somethin`.
4 Da Shorteez-
Can`t you hear them little stomachs rumblin`?
4 Da Shorteez-
Yo, ya gonna eat that raggamuffin?
4 Da Shorteez-
Let`s show the shorteez some lovin`.
C`mon, my name is Sir Loin, bad ass bovine.
I got four stomachs, but only one stomach in mind.
That`s a little empty belly with the vacancy sign.
Kinda like close encounters of the charity kind.
Ya got canned goods just collectin` dust.
Ya got meat, got fruit, got vegetables.
Only prerequisites that it`s edible.
Get ya freak on at my freaky food festival.
Cold cuts a must, I`ll even take bread crust.
Cuz the shorteez be beggin`, so begga`s don`t give a fuck
They`s hungry, let`s face facts, they starve.
Feel a void in your heart, fill ya shoppin` cart, 4 Da Shorteez.

4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
(4 Da Shorteez, y`all)
4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
(4 Da Shorteez)

Think at what`s at stake, look upon your plate.
If it`s a slab o` steak, time to regurgitate.
Ya got a double chin, while little jim`s too slim.
Ya little fingers could fit in
that little kid`s exposed ribs.
Just think of all da shorteez, can`t ya hear `em cry?
Time to cough up that burger and fries.
hand over left overs, cans piled sky high
Give to the hungry shorteez, so the shorteez won`t die.
Stop the famine, please, instead of eatin` ham and cheese.
Throw away your greens, you be pissin` on a dream.
Gimme all your onion rings, it`s a`ight, listen.
A slice a pizza, it don`t matter if a bite`s missin`.
Prime rib, porkchop, porterhouse, it don`t stop.
it might seem like hog slop, to the shorteez it`s alot.
They been hungry since birth, so hand over your desert.
Open up your mouth, stick a finger down, it could be worse.
Listen closely, gimme all your groceries.
Cuz a little baby`s screamin` "Man, I need a hoagie!"
"Somebody hold me, somebody console me, somebody boil me up a pot o` perogies!"
Think of what we`re facin`, all those little faces, c`mon it`s a race it`s...4 Da Shorteez.

(Check it out)
Doin` it 4 Da Shorteez.
Doin` it 4 Da Shorteez.
Doin` it 4 Da Shorteez.
(Doin` it 4 Da Shorteez, y`all!)

4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!

Got crackers, got chips, got puddin` cups.
You`d be surprised what little shorteez like to munch.
Could be trash, could be mold, could be excrement.
Could be a bag o` old diapers, they`d call that lunch.
Mayonaise been out for a couple o` days.
Milk and corpses, scabs and eggs.
Sweet bread, pig heads, horse heads, too.
Wanna drop it like it hot?
Here`s what ya do.

(4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!)
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, what?
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, what?
(4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!)
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, what?
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue.

But, please, no more canned yams, man.
We got more canned yams than we know what to do with.
MC Pee Pants in the h--I mean...uh, Sir Loin`s in the house!
And I`m out!