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Mase - The Player Way lyrics
Verse One: No one has to ask who be actin' bad Eightball and MJ pimpin' G be all up in that ass From Memphis, *** around the world and than back again Make non-rappin' weak MC's go home practisin' I flip a Benz, *** and plenty Benjamins Lo key, plenty ends makes plenty friends Baby, I got all the herbs that I need *** Smoke up a pound and leave you bitch 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' Hallelujeh 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 ho'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 shit 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 ho'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 |
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