1 I wanna thank you, and players 2 For your game with me 3 I wanna thank all of the 4 For showing me your life, on the 5 And I that'll I never 6 you 7 Oooo-oooo-ooooh, about you 8 3 All the 4 C'mon, right 5 And I KNOW I never 6 you 7 me mayne 8 Uhh, sprinkle me
Ahh laced up by the best, it out Uhh, marinatin on the corner with a chip in his You can tell that the was his home Mo' scrill the rest of the pushers Cause he got a suey in the bushes Dice game, craps, puffin on Taylor's Boilermakers M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde Around the clock, deuce-four-seven, I come dead right, twerkin over shit Business boomin off the buzzer, and I'm a happy Til the homey beat his down for no reason with the Zenith hammer Things started gettin sloppy, started rollin over Niggaz started steppin on dope and stretchin the crack synthetic Turf got hot hella heads got shot on dead soil Po'-po's on that ass like hot oil Play your cards son everybody can have cash But you gotta get in and out if you 'em to last
1 Uhh and players 2 For sharing your game me 3 All the 4 Fo' showin me yo' on the streets 5 And I know I never 6 Forget you, that's 7 Sprinkle me 8 Lace me * Lace me
I was at a young age Laced with Trump tight, taught by the best Some of them still livin, some of them done put to rest But I was blessed, and I made it out But I confess, I wouldn't a made it without The big timers, the top-hats, the The street hustlers, the pistol packin Daniel That put it down and the way, for me to say The I say, and I'm proud to be straight from the Yay To U.K. I this big time talkin shit all day Nationwide, from where I to where you stay B the Savage beast, keep yo' game creased to the rules and don't be sellin out to no police I always paid attention the game was preached Had all the street slang and the latest And now I'm makin more mail than a oil Up all night tryin to get my money right
1 Uh, uh and players (pimps and players) 2 For your Game with me 3 All the 4 (c'mon) fo' showin me yo' life on the streets 5 And I know I never 6 Forget you, that's so damn 7 Sprinkle me 8 Sprinkle me * Suga, me gal * Suga c'mon uh, me gal
It started from my momma (yo' momma?) headed and all She said, Only the survive, Suga stay strong a bunch of fools, that used to ride Smob, stay knew they was raw Without a pot to in Used to drive the turf in them candy paint Benzes I've run all this game that the pop Spittin enough game to keep a on the jock Now the game's the same, but the players Ain't but a thang, keep it real mayne Timer (timer timer) Uhh, yeah, my nogga sprinkle thee Paper chasin flowin to the dome It ain't no place home, oooh oooh Pay my respects and give my To all the on the streets and in the institutions
1 Insti-tutions {I wanna thank you, pimps and players} that's 2 FO' sharin yo' game me 3 Uhh {yeahhh ooh ooh all the hustlers 4 so damn real 5 And I know that'll I 6 {Forget forget you 7 Lace me mayne, sprinkle me mayne that's real} 8 C'mon, sprinkle me {yeah} that's right * Lace me mayne thee}
That right? Forty-water, from the With my sista T Lettin y'all how we do it up in the Yay 7-0-7 1-0 the carI roll with And it goes for all the hustlers Pimpin players, for my shoes and lacin me up