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*y'know in bein player, the new generation they don't understand what it's
Like to be a player. i mean everybody they like to be with money. so much
Money flowin around nowadays. people use money to get what they want.*

Verse 1: passion

Mo' wheeled, the bonnie & clyde
Mobbin and pumpin til the day we die
But all you haters i'm in love wit a gangsta
And i will not stop, i bet you never would've thought
I be big-time ballin, cuttin thru the halls and
Strippin with the gs, slippin niggas, please
Your baby girl's straight down with a hustler
Never gave the time of day to a buster
I'm all about pimpin and i love to mack
Can't stand a silly nigga, nah to hell with that
So i need the kind of nigga that don't see no wrong
The pimpin don't stop it goes on and on and...

Chorus: passion

Straight up it's like that i'm a baller's lady
Don't trip if you don't understand

Verse 2: passion

My nigga yeah i love him, place no one else above him
Only two in my crew, me and my true thugs and you
Straight up on the rise
You fools better recognise (spit it)
Some don't understand how it be when you roll with an og
So i gotta sneak to creep
But my nigga never sweat em but a beeyatch
Pimpin ain't easy but it goes down like this

Chorus x2

Verse 3: e-40, passion

Huh, to all the broads dat be holding me, damn she loves me
Long as i keep poking up properly
So can you live up to your name girl?
I see you talk a good game girl!
If i was da seven can i get eight? (can i get eight?)
Just buy you for goodness sake
I wanna splash in hashin, *?des-o-lust?*
Free willy all up in them guts
Male chauvanist? no not me (no not me)
I put you on the track with a half a ki
Just bring me back my property and keep the rest of the money
And girl go on and treat yourself, go buyin all o' my *?kamale*?
As soon as we get home you can 'ject my bone
All night long, right from wrong
Long range pimpin, l-r-p's
Got em over here, got em overseas

I say relate to nothing else, i need a player like myself
Because the nigga comes correct, gets off his back
A true g doin what he's gotta do
He couldn't help that shit if he wanted to
It gets mo' and mo' better in the sac
Doin it like it should be, hittin it from the back
Look at me couple more times and one of dem nigga's just a mack
Wantin the 6-9 for a minute while he's down in my lap
It's all about pimpin and he loves to mack
I'm down for my nigga cos he's straight like that
Cos he's the kind of player that don't see no wrong
The pimpin don't stop it goes on and on

Chorus x3

Don't trip if you don't understand

[d-shot]
Hey now baby, how you be doin?
You been doin fine?
You know you called me last week
I got your message but i was outta state, yaknowhati'msayin?
(now i comes through, just like the hog i am)
It seems you need a little bit of excitement in your life
(all up in her bedroom, til renee humming my tune)
I'm here for you, don't sweat it
(she's got an attitude, i'm just her man)
How your man be treatin you?
(she needs me to get her in the mood)
I know
(i had to hit her, i'm never stairy i'll be yo huckleberry!)
See you can call me any hour, that's how we do it

I'm in and out, and partner you ain't knowin this
She loves you goodly but she's all on a player's tip
Cause you ain't givin, somethin that she really needs
And that's that good ass lovin, partner can't you see
She's bored no trust, she sits in the house all day
While you out there ballin, tryin to have it the kingpin way
She gets no time, your schedule way too deep
You leaves out the house everytime you get a beep
To all you ladies, sweet dark and lovely
See players like me, i likes to taste the easter bunny
I likes to lick you down, give you self esteem
I'm the playboy you want, on your under team
Yo' huckleberry, mackin fast shot-ty
One of them type of ballers on the same level as gotti
So all you tenders, it's all to the good
So page me on the under and i'll creep through yo' hood

*chorus*
If you need some lovin, lovin girl
I'll be yo' huckleberry, berry
And if you need someone to talk to girl, talk to girl
You can call me on the under, under

[e-40]
Lookin at my oyster perpetual rolex, browsin through my rolodex
Baby done left a verbal, want me to hit that girdle
Come through on a tuck, while he's in the shower
Get in on the ease with robbin him, after hour
Slumpin gen-a-talia, regulatin
Cheatin in next room, fun-a-catin
Demonstratin, new and improved moves
Legislatin, perkin drinkin booze
But when you plug it, baby see you soon
You say one day, we gon' jump the broom
It was seven years, and g is faithful for ya
But did she love ya, or was she used to ya
It ain't my fault you got too attached
But don't check me partner, check yo baitch
Wanna know my name, call me 40 pop cherry
I'll be yo huckleberry

*chorus*

[d-shot]
I'm on yo mind, twenty-four seven
When you at work, you calls me at eleven
And that's cool, cause my number won't be on yo' bill
Ohh baby girl all we wanna do is keep it real
No hesitation, we wanna play this game right
But if you feel me, we gots to have our game tight
So we can smob to the beach and pain n all
Rub you down to the canvasol
One hundred miles away, while your man think you at work
That boy shot, is all up in these skirts
If there's a bluebird on my shoulder should i hit him
I turn him around, then from the back that's when i kill him
But hittin it from the back ain't always what i wanna do
I got ta do you hard, so you can tell your crew
That that boy shot knows how to... tuck
He got you givin it up
And you ain't done that in years
That's right
And you ain't done that in years

*chorus*

Keep it on the under, on the under, no one has to know
It's between me and you, take my pager number
You can call me, call me, all times of the day...

Make me feel it, uhhh
It's in the heart man
I can feel it right here
It's in the heart man
I can feel it right here man, it's real
(every year about this time)
Every year about this time, yessuh
(there's someone like me)
There's always a dark cloud that lingers over the city
There it is
And i wanna preach about it, looka here

Every year about this time i get to diggin up
Old school memories that i keep stored in the back of the head
In the back of my mind that i always seem to find
When i'm marinatin with my peoples, slappin bones and drinkin wine
Just come home from quentin, and all i know is strind
Grind, time-uhh, dope game been gone it's either
White collared crime or uhh, clickin da bones
How can i make some sort of dividends
How can i get my mathematics on how can i get in where i fit in
How can i, get in get gone
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key

(every year about this time
There's someone like me
Every year about this time) about this time, uhh
(they lock us up, and throw away the key)

Every year about this time-uhh, oh what a pity 'ater
Spooky dark cloud lingers, over the city uhh
Life and death does it, coincide
Will that, scared man live to tell how, that brave man died
A j-a-just the other day, coulda sworn i heard a brother say
White folks kill they parents, but black folks kill each other
You make the bed you lay in, if this is what you choose
But if you choose to cross the game, then i'd have to break the news uhh
Sky-ballin and doin dirt, not haulin dirt
I'm used to fast cash and big bucks, fuck construction work
And how can i make some sort of dividends
How can i get my mathematics, how can i get in where i fit in
How can i, get in get gone
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key

(every year about this time
There's someone like me
Every year about this time
They lock us up, and throw away the key)

You think i'll ever be able to turn some of this dirty money
Into some clean money?
Get a bidness license maybe someday start a record company?
Good intentions but i, never follow through
I got good intentions but i, never follow through
Systemized, a big nigga for my shoe size, trust me i'll fuck you
You ain't from the hood nigga, so you ain't got a clue
If i ever strike it rich uhh, i ain't gon never move
Cause i'm a pistol packin weed smokin, nigga witta attitude
How can i make some sort of dividend how can i
Get my mathematics on, how can i get in where i, fit in
How can i, get in get gone
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key

(every year about this time
There's someone like me
Every year about this time
They lock us up, and throw away the key)

[pimp c]
Hold up..

It's the motherfuckin corruptor! since i came i was a hustler
It's a shame, i got to blow out niggaz brains
To make these motherfuckers peep my game, i let em hang
To the flo', snot on the snow, and full of kicked on rivals
It's for survival, in the intestines of the city
Cause the game's shitty, and piggly wiggly on the payroll
So they can't bust us
And we shine like diamond clusters, cause we some made motherfuckers

[bun b]
Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin
I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin
Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution)

(it's the corruptor's execution)

[e-40]
I be workin and twerkin
My portable digital triple beamer scale like a teeter-totter!
(teeter-totter!) kind of like a see-saw, up and down (up and down!)
A hundred and twelve milligrams of some of that there soft white
Baby powder, equals a ? up the valley
Heat up in the garbage dumpster, "who's sack is dat?"
All the tiffles and po'po' (and what happened) i got it back
(bitch!) don't make me do ya (don't make me do ya..)
I know these streets, like the grayson's know jujitsu

[bun b]
Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin
I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin
Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution)

(it's the corruptor's execution)

[b-legit]
I'm havin small change, with gats and hundred sacks
I got to ball main (ball main) with thangs, i let em hang
It ain't at all strange (at all strange) with game, remain the savage
And cabbage, got to come, if not, five-oh for one
I come with guns smokin (guns smokin) leave you croakin in oakland
Without no words spoken (words spoken) put the chevy in drive
And ride the block hopin (block hopin) not to choke up in ?
With the strap, and the kick in the back, imagine that

[bun b]
Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin
I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin
Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution)

(it's the corruptor's execution)

[pimp c]
Now we get the cash the stash and bash your brains
All over this dashboard
Give up the hash, and get you some gas
Who'll blast you main in man's sport
Now brrrr stick em i kick em, bobby you lick em
We stole em and brick em to death
K.s.'ll go left, finger flick em, bitches is breathin
They last motherfuckin, breath
On the real how you feel about caps get peeled
I just baby deal with the talk
You backin the guns and all the law
So just hopin these bastards know that we strong
Fuckin em quick in the back with the dick then
Make sure ? don't know throw a trick in
Keep yours eyes on nich-en
Cause we stickin the bic in, any sick then

[bun b]
Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin
I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin
Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution)

(it's the corruptor's execution)

..

Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin
I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin
Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution)

(it's the corruptor's execution)