Scene was so thick low rides seventy Sevilles El Dawgs nothin' but 'llacs All the players all the hustlers I'm talking Black man heaven know what I'm saying? Peace
It's beginnin' to a lot like what? Follow my every take notes On how I I's bout ta go in deep is the way I creep my season Here's my ghetto rep I 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 so shut up that Nonsense some solid nine I got say if it ain't real it Ain't right I'm like no matter what the Forever chill with spin I get my fin I with less And got my so tell me what did you expect? You thought I'd break my neck to y'all deck the halls oh Now I got 'nother of celebratin' I'm gettin' biz to that ho-jo I Gots the hoochie waitin' I made it To another year can't ask fo' much mo it's For the I thought you knew so now you know go
All the players came from far and Wearing Afros and braids in every ride Now I'm to tell yeah there's a better day When the player is happenin' all day every day
Hallelujah hallelujah yeah I do some things more different than I Used ta I'm a player doing what the players do the package store is Closed my deck is woofin' this is ridiculous I'm gettin' serious I'm Gettin' curious cause the house is smelling sick of chitlins all I make no wishes cause the modern folk is in the back gettin' tipsy Off the nog-en and I's in a hellova smoke they havin' a smoke out In my back they passing herb reminding verses cause it's in the air I Hit the parks hit the cuts I'm makin' switches the switches side Ta side lookin' for bitches watchin' for snitches I'm open on the Freeway my pager broke my vibe cause a is a junkie three sixty 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 cause It's like that,
pimpin', never slipin, that's how it is (check it!)
All the players came from far and Wearing Afros and braids in every ride Now I'm here to tell yeah there's a day When the player is happenin' all day every day
Ain't no 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!) don't need no ham don't me like I'm smokin' Rocks I got the money we gots the freaks in the just to let you Know in ninety three that's how we comin' so hoe hoe hoes check my King ass fro the gin and juice me tipsy so on It goes hit me ten and I'll you then now we in the corner in my Cadillac my heart 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 deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around I split my Game while waiting count a five fo' a three two here comes the one a Do yeah have me copy spark another one
All the came from far and wide Wearing Afros and braids in gangster ride Now I'm here to tell yeah a better day When the ball is happenin' all day every day
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