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 what I'm saying? peace
one: It's beginnin to a lot like what? Follow my every step notes On how I creep i's ta go in deep This is the way I my season Here's my ghetto rep I to say The least no no it can't so i to piece my two and two together Gots no snowy have to Find something to do bet! I said so shut up that Nonsense about solid nine I got say Crock if it ain't it Ain't right I'm like no matter the season chill with spin I get my fin I chill with less And got my reasons so tell me did you expect? You thought I'd break my neck to help y'all deck the oh Now I got nuther means of celebratin I'm gettin biz to ho-jo i Gots the hoochie waitin I made it To another cain't ask fo much mo it's outkast For the boots I thought you so now you know go
All the players from far and wide Wearing afros and braids in gangstar ride Now I'm here to tell yah there's a day the player ball is happenin on christmas day
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Hallelujah hallelujah yah know I do some more different than i Used ta coz I'm a player what the players do the package store is Closed okay my deck is woofin this is I'm gettin serious i'm Gettin curious coz the house is smelling sick of chitlins all Vicious I no wishes coz the modern folk is in the back 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 reminding coz it's in the air i Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin clicking the switches side Ta side lookin for watchin for snitches I'm wide open on the Freeway my pager my vibe coz a junkie is a junkie three sixty Five it's another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me Grab my pistol and my ounce see what they got to give me coz like that, yeah
Clever pimpin, never slipin, that's how it is it!]
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Ain't no in the ghetto so I won't be hangin my socks on no Tip how far does it fix me a drink I got the remedy so bring in That ham [not!] don't need no ham [hocks!] don't play me like I'm Rocks I got the we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you Know coz in three that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes check my King ass fro the gin and gots me tipsy so on
It goes hit me ten and I'll you then now we in the corner in my Cadillac my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat I'm back my Elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo my body where's the party We rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of around I split my Game while waiting count down a fo a three two here comes the one a Do yah have me copy folks spark one
Here's a little something for all the players out there hustling, for theirs, from east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you Know world wide, for theirs