Here We Go
Too $hort Lyrics


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featuring Jay Z Jermaine Dupri

Chorus: Jermaine Dupri

We talk shit cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it ride it
'Til the wheels fall of shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it over did it spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

Verse One: Jay Z

Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look lifes a bitch, but im on her
I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga "Whateve for the cash, im with"
I dont have step, I leave it in youre averix
Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left
Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
Wether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all
Niggas aint ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up
Make a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what

Verse two: Too $hort

I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe come back
With my scratch, bitch I was born to mack
To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that
I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap
Only a few mc's get to hang that plaque
On the wall rappers ball, but they dont live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels
I roll right up in the hood I got tapes for sell
Bitches running in their house they cant wait to tell
Somebody, she got a new Too $hort tape
And hes spitting pimp game with his homeboy Jay

Chorus: Jermaine Dupri

We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us

Verse Three: Too $hort

Now here they come again the gold diggas trying to get paid,
Wanna trick the old rich niggas, trying to get laid
She'll suck his dick, as soon as she meet him
Dont have to sell a body for me I dont need her
To turn tricks for me, how much you cost bitch?
Im all about large bank deposits
On and off the mic I always set trends
Either you see with bitches, or Im rolling with pimps
Brook-laan to Oakland, I keep smokin'
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I dont fuck with broke hoes and I dont trick
But I'll still rub my big ass dick on her clit
Get her hooked, wanna be mine I need some money
If she aint kicking in all the time she dont want me

Verse Four: Jay-Z

Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant fuck with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that
So real when we drop this shit its in trouble
When I guess the pair you gotta ship it double
In the independent phenom, y'all minature dons
Wannabe jigga, pops styles and hennessy richa'
When I die, leave my canopy richa'
I put it down hard ever since I entered the pit'cha
Can fuck with me for records to the recreational cent'a
I got it wrapped y'all from the grammys to the back park
Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all
Be the voice for the streets we supply for years
And go platinum on our most quiet years

Chorus: Jermaine Dupri

We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us





Chorus repeat 2x

Overall Meaning

The song "Here We Go" by Too $hort featuring Jay Z and Jermaine Dupri is about the rappers' success and their confidence in their abilities to provide what their fans want. The song opens with Dupri declaring their success and the trio's refusal to acknowledge any negativity or distractions. Jay Z then takes the reins in the first verse, describing his life as a man on a mission who needs to have success in any way possible. He brags about his wealth, status, and ability to stay ahead of the game. Too $hort then comes in for the second verse, describing his journey as a pimp and his constant pursuit of money. He talks about the struggle of making it in the industry and the few who can earn the privilege of calling themselves successful. The chorus repeats again, with Dupri telling the world to acknowledge their superior status.


In the final verse, Jay Z takes over again and talks about his powerful status in the game. He boasts about his ability to produce hits and make money while maintaining his true self. The chorus repeats again, summarising the trio's dominance in the music industry.


Overall, the song is full of bravado and self-confidence. The lyrics talk about their wealth, status, and influence in the industry. They talk about how they offer what others cannot and pride themselves on their unique style.


Line by Line Meaning

We talk shit cause we are the shit
We're confident and successful so we talk trash about those who aren't as good as us.


Never looked back since we started it
We've been successful from the beginning and haven't had to worry about failure.


When ya'll want heat we provide it ride it 'til the wheels fall of shaking 'em all off
When people want a good time, we deliver and keep them going until they can't handle it anymore.


Six figure niggas with it over did it spit it in ways that'll cause a rush
We're rich and we show off by saying things that excite people and get them hyped up.


Keeping your face in a state of disgust hating but still trying to be like us
We know people talk smack about us but they secretly admire us and want to be like us.


Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona
I'm enjoying a beer, and then I'll go make money by selling drugs out on the streets.


Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick You'd never, said to a nigga "Whateve for the cash, im with"
I used to be just like everyone else in the ghetto but now I'm a successful and maverick businessman. I'll do whatever it takes to get money.


I dont need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels I roll right up in the hood I got tapes for sell
I don't need a record label's support, I can sell my own music out of the back of my truck.


Now here they come again the gold diggas trying to get paid, Wanna trick the old rich niggas, trying to get laid
Gold diggers are trying to manipulate rich men for their money by pretending to be interested in them.


This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that
Our music speaks to our experiences and resonates with our fans. We can sell millions of records without changing our style.


Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all Be the voice for the streets we supply for years And go platinum on our most quiet years
Too $hort and Jay Z are representing their respective cities and speaking for those who live on the streets. They've been successful for many years and can still sell lots of records without much promotion.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Brian Lee Carter, Matt Pelham

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