Scene was so thick, low rides, seventy-seven El dawgs, but them 'llacs All the players, all the hustlers, I'm about Black man heaven, yah know what I'm saying?
Verse It's beginnin to a lot like what? Follow my every take notes On how I creep i's bout ta go in This is the way I creep my my ghetto rep I kept to say The least no no it can't so i Begin to piece my two and two no snowy weather have to Find to do better bet! I said subtract so shut up about some solid nine I got say Crock if it real it Ain't I'm like no matter what the season Forever chill with spin I get my fin I chill with And got my reasons so me what did you expect? You thought I'd break my neck to help y'all the halls oh Now I got nuther means of celebratin I'm gettin biz to ho-jo i Gots the hoochie I made it through To another year cain't ask fo much mo outkast For the boots I you knew so now you know go
All the came from far and wide Wearing afros and braids in every ride Now I'm here to tell yah there's a day When the player ball is happenin on day
two
Hallelujah hallelujah yah know I do some things more different i Used ta coz I'm a player doing the players do the package store is okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus I'm gettin serious i'm Gettin curious coz the house is smelling sick of chitlins all Vicious I make no wishes coz the modern is in the back gettin tipsy Off the nog-en and i's in a contact smoke they havin a smoke out In my seat they passing herb reminding verses coz it's in the air i Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin switches clicking the side Ta lookin for bitches watchin for snitches I'm wide open on the Freeway my pager broke my vibe coz a junkie is a three sixty Five it's just another day of work to me the just ain't in me my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me coz It's like that,
Clever pimpin, slipin, that's how it is [check it!]
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Ain't no chimminies in the so I won't be hangin my socks on no Tip how far does it tick fix me a drink I got the so bring in That ham [not!] don't need no ham [hocks!] don't play me I'm smokin I got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you Know coz in ninety three that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes my ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on
It goes hit me ten and I'll serve you then now we in the in my Cadillac my does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the party We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes I split my Game while waiting count down a five fo a three two comes the one a Do yah have me copy spark another one
Here's a little something for all the players out there hustling, Down for theirs, from east point, park, decatur, devrai, you Know world wide, for theirs