| Lyrics: | [MJG]
No one expected the unexpected (uh uh)
Nawumsaying?
Something real, something you
could feel (that's right)
Straight from the Suave House (Bad Boy)
Representing (no
doubt)
Put a little soul in here
And we don't stop
[Eightball]
No one has to
ask who be actin' bad
Eightball and MJ pimpin' G be all up in that ass
From Memphis Tenn,
around the world and than back again
Make non-rappin' weak MC's go home practicing
I flip
a Benz, will Lorenzo play and plenty Benjamins
Low key, plenty ends makes plenty friends
Baby, I got all the herbs that I need to chief
Smoke up a pound and leave you bitch niggas
in disbelief
Inhale the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope
Not like that crack, I
being lyrical dope above tracks
Not sayin' I won't pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya
Have yo mama on her knees screamin' Hallelujeh
Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy,
Fat Boy
And her friends the Rat-A-Tat boy
Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy
The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy
[MJG]
[1] - 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 hoes
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
[Mase]
Now on, on, break o' dawn, can't stop, I'm too hot
Look shit, my niggas rock, hype 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 tell by the way you talk and |
