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Tytuł: The player way

  • Wykonawca: Mase
  • Wy¶wietleń: 239

  
   Verse One:
  No one has to ask who be actin' bad
  Eightball and MJ pimpin' G be all up in that a@#!
  From Memphis, #$%! around the world and then back again
  Make non-rappin' weak MC's go home practicin'
  I flip a Benz, @#$! and plenty Benjamins
  Low key, plenty ends makes plenty friends
  Baby, I got all the herbs that I need @#$
  Smoke up a pound and leave you b@#$%! niggaz in disbelief
  Inhale the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope
  Not like that crack, I mean lyrical dope above tracks
  Not sayin' I won't pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya
  Have ya mama on her knees screamin' Hallelujah
  Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy
  And @#$%! to tap boy
  Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy
  The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy
  Chorus:
  Everything that I do be all about the loot
  I been kickin' up dust in my Polo boots
  Gettin' blowed on the droll, takin' smoke up my nose
  I give the world to a woman, but I don't love h!#'s
  I'm a player, baby and don't you forget
  You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it
  In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday
  The player way, the player way
  Verse Two: Mase
  Now on, on, break o' dawn, can't stop, I'm too hot
  Look see, my niggaz rock, height man be in the drop
  Me no care if the B's be tinted, you won't see me in it
  'less there's TV's in it
  I can talk by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat
  You foul and if you !@# styles you wouldn't get back
  You thinkin' you invincible, you ain't hard to get at
  I know everywhere you go, everywhere you live at
  I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back
  I be ready to go to war, you ain't gon' be with that
  You be the same cat that I run up on and spit at
  Bleedin' all crazy and don't know where you hit at
  I'm dead up, niggaz doin' drama better shut up, I'm fed up
  Know for my Roley I was set up
  I can't let up, you in some sh$%! that don't concern you
  Send a bullet to your thermal, you know crazy
  Chorus
  Verse Three:
  I've been waiting 20 minutes baby
  Now @#$!
  And do something outstandin' with yo !@#$
  After all this waitin' I can see clean through yo forehead
  You mo' said than done, give mo' head than some
  Throw my jacket down in the puddle, hell no
  If you don't know a pimp, somebody besta tell y'all
  Yeah the women say it's good to have a confidant
  But yet and still they give it up to pimps, once a month
  See a lot of these pimp lovers, they took they @#$
  Front like they real and hold a fake in
  You wastin' the time
  Serious ballers and ready h@#'s, got da women walkin'
  !@#! on da strip with steady toes
  As I pull up, !@#$ the big and natural expertise
  Plenty money workin' for @#%!
  Whoever next to me @#^%
  I'm straight up @$%^ it's time for a replacement
  Chorus