Scene was so thick, low rides, sevilles El dawgs, nuttin but 'llacs All the players, all the hustlers, I'm about Black man heaven, yah know I'm saying? peace
one: It's beginnin to look a lot what? my every step take notes On how I creep i's ta go in deep This is the way I creep my Here's my rep I kept to say The least no no it cease so i to piece my two and two together Gots no weather have to Find something to do bet! I said subtract so up that Nonsense about some nine I got say Crock if it ain't it Ain't right I'm like no what the season chill with spin I get my fin I chill with less And got my reasons so me what did you expect? You I'd break my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh Now I got means of celebratin I'm gettin biz to that ho-jo i Gots the hoochie waitin I made it To another year cain't ask fo much mo it's For the boots I thought you so now you know go
All the came from far and wide Wearing afros and in every gangstar ride Now I'm to tell yah there's a better day When the ball is happenin on christmas day
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Hallelujah hallelujah yah know I do some more different than i ta coz I'm a player doing what the players do the package store is Closed okay my deck is woofin is rediculus I'm gettin serious i'm Gettin curious coz the house is smelling sick of all this Vicious I make no wishes coz the modern folk is in the gettin tipsy Off the nog-en and i's in a hellova contact they havin a smoke out In my back seat they passing herb verses coz it's in the air i Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin switches clicking the side Ta side lookin for bitches watchin for I'm wide open on the Freeway my pager broke my vibe coz a junkie is a junkie three Five it's just another day of work to me the spirit ain't in me Grab my pistol and my ounce see what junkies got to give me coz It's that, yeah
pimpin, never slipin, that's how it is [check it!]
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no chimminies in the ghetto 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!] need no ham [hocks!] don't play me like I'm smokin Rocks I got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon to let you Know coz in ninety three that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes my King ass fro the gin and gots me tipsy so on
It goes hit me ten and serve you then now we in the corner in my my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm leaning back my Elbows out the windows cold 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 here the one a Do yah have me copy folks spark one
Here's a little something for all the players out hustling, gettin Down for theirs, from east point, park, decatur, devrai, you world wide, down for theirs