Lyrics:
Cast out on the street we were born here
Live and die on the street we remain here
Crouched over a piece of meat like a savage
Nothing between my teeth but cavities
So let's go downtown through the backyards
Where the dogs bite hard
With our jaws on the heel of a rich man's shoe
These packs of dogs are rabid not meant for you
(Triple A AAA)
(Triple H R R R N R R R N)
(Triple A AAA)
(Triple H R R R N R R R N)
I am a foo foo dog and I'm in a foo foo mood
Look at my foo foo walk I make the foo fools drool
I am a foo foo dog and I'm in a foo foo mood
Look at my foo foo walk
It's not for you
Nothing but bad dogs
God dogs
Spooky Charizard dogs
Every day dogs on the prowl
Barking chorus of a loud how how how
Nothing but bad dogs
God dogs
Spooky Charizard dogs
Every day dogs on the prowl
Barking chorus of a loud how how how
We pretend to play knowing where we are
But our gang singing songs and steering the car
Screeching brakes running through red lights
We eat your food baby you're not my type
Um foda-se as autoridades
Sempre no role com os amigos de verdade
Mandando nas mensagens na total veracidade
Foo dogs!
Foo dogs!
Foo dogs!
Agora eu vim pra dizer
Agora que a Foo dogs começou tem o que fazer
Sinta a energia agora te conter
Dance, dance, dance
É, chega na parada mas meu mano não da pé
Porque a tua todo mundo já ganhou qual é
Tudo paga de malandro, mas tu é um mané
Não vai pagar de zé
Eai, qual é?
The porcupine said that the opossum had fled
Run off for a quaff with the quail
Soon the poltroon hid behind a raccoon
Until a loose-lipped pigeon spotted his tail
Back in his room like the mid-summer moon
Little mouse lips tighten to grin
A crack in the wall, he don't go out at all
The fool foo dog won't let him back in
Who's in on it?
Don't you want to know?
Who's in on it?
Who's in on it?
Wheels on the bus go round and round
Round and round round and round
The wheels on the bus go round and round
All day long
As the wheel spins my day begins
Im bus riding just me and my friends
Some off to school some are making those ins
Little old ladies and mothers with their kids
So I just post up with my pad and my pen
I write a few lines now I'm bus rhymin
Im so fly you can say Im flyin
In the clouds is it a bird or a plane
Nah foo its Buddha Man doing his thing
Im from the Bridgetown tho I don't bang
Best believe I got some trees in my backpack
Its that soul rap that leftcoast smoke rap
Go ahead and trip or trap or snort a dab
If she smokes she pokes get some stab
I just laugh and keep writing these rhymes
Everybody come along its time to bus rhyme
Wheels on the bus go round and round
Round and round round and round
Wheels on the bus go round and round
All day long
All day long
All day long
All day long
Its that bus stop hip hop
Buddha mans coming back im never gonna stop
Foo dogs on the drums you know its hot
So pass the hops and pound pint to the dome
Press play elevate the street is where I roam
You know its on Same ol song just a different bong
To each his own so believe what you must
Myself I find peace of mind on this bus
So who with us who is down for this ride
Im rolling on the foothill 185
Its that bus rhyme
Its a journey of my mind
Both feet on the pavement stay on your grind
Rise and shine and make the most out your day
Best foot forward now im on my way
Peace to my bus rhymers have a good day
Wheels on the bus go round and round
Round and round round and round
Wheels on the bus go round and round
All day long
All day long
All day long
All day long
My solid Junt's Kno Wazup Me
"Tooooouuuuu!"
Feed a Foo dog Food in return
If they mindset ain't solid lika G
I'm stepping over sht ain't never
Kicking sht just to bullshit
Like a underdog Hell Nah!
Properly
I just put
Steam innat bitch
A beam innat bih
Like hollup
Hollup
Its teams innis bitch
Dnt fiend innis bitch
Aint no hugging fences
When u seen wat u seen in this shit
Still i keep it p
Neva make no scene innis bitch
Dis aint no supreme
This chiiism on my fit
I keep it lowkey
U acting like u villainous and shi
I just want money
And ride around w security innis bih
I drop purity innis bitch
U drop scurry shit innis bitch
I drop 30
Feeling curry
Boi i brought da wave back to dis shit
Ur shit foo dog
U lose dog
Get away frm alla dis shit
Feet on pavement
Making pathways
Yea, im the faith in all of this shit
Real niggas waiting on the day
I take off
I go way up w dis shit
You invested way back wen?
Só quero Wado Ichimonji
Pelo caminho da paz, em linha reta
Vejo um monte e me inspiram
Eu quero ser calmo que nem o Vini
Que não oprime, só soma e divide
Sonhos mais cinematográficos
Contando destinos fantásticos
Cantando a vida tipo Aslam
Forte, colossal e sábio
Sonhos mais cinematográficos
Contando destinos fantásticos
Cantando a vida tipo Aslam
Forte, colossal e mágico
Sou Conan que usa magia
Força bruta, alquimia
Com kimê derrubo muros
Com pensamentos construo pontes
Eu vou chegar muito mais longe
Poderoso tipo um monge
São tengus cobrando quem contraria o dharma
Onis não conseguem me tirar pra exemplo
Os que tão comigo protegem meu templo
Os que são contra mim, eu só lamento
solamento no queixo
Foo Dog feroz, meu companheiro
Eu sou dragão, do céu um deus guerreiro
E vim assim
no flow pure heart
É desse jeito
Desse jeito
Sábio tipo uma velha árvore
Eu sou artista, eu faço arte
Espírito de velho monge
No deserto eu fiz chover de monte
Eu consigo voar pra onde
Eu quiser
Mente-antena
Te trouxe pra mim
E tu gostou do meu jeito, sim
Girassol sou eu
Não sou o cravo
Não tô na de brigar com a rosa Jasmine
É
Com a rosa Jasmine
Os mesmos que te cravam são os que são pagados pau
Discernimento no caminho espiritual
No caminho autoral
Artes Marginais, artista marginal
Malokendô é letal
De asura pra buda, Modo Sennin
Vi a verdade através do ki
Do prana que me nutre
Sem estilo estilo Musashi
Saído de uma cela escura
Sem estilo estilo Musashi
Saído de uma cela escura
Te surpreende e te derruba
Fiz a curva
Pra seguir em linha reta
Postura ereta
Os com cordão de ouro
Se molham pro asceta
É, vai nessa
É, vai nessa
Porque na mata eu venci o frio
A seta do Aang eu segui
A fogueira eu acendi
Com o ki
Pura energia, sem átomo
Estilo maroto
Jiraiya dos Punhos de Fogo
Ero Hiken no Ace
Era o Gabe quem ri?
This that shit that you get high to
Some shit that you can vibe to
I'm a real nigga so i had being lied to
Busting down a pack or two
I get high like shaggy foo
Got scooby snack and dog food
I'm with the gang
What it ru
What's popping
Whoop
Bitch ain't no crew
These niggas be so scary
Boo
I'm ghosting sipping potion
Blowing smoke out like its fucking soup
Blowing O's I'm saying ooo
Drop the top sit on the roof
Start a fire in the booth
I'm spitting like i lost a tooth
The gas is what i breathe
You can smell it on my seams
20's busting out the seams
I got ashes on my jeans
Got designer on my jeans
Glock got a laser beam
Riding with a triple beam
White Russian
No Russian cream please
Aye my boy
I know you're going through your shit foo
But
Like I said dog
There's gonna be better days homie
Ain't nada foo
Just a little rough patch
Foo
In this shit that's called Life dog
It's nothing major foo
Just gotta fucking move on homie
That's from the big homie
Re-re-re-re-rectangle
Used to struggle for that High School graduation
Mama used to whoop my ass with no hesitation
When the lights came on outside
Better head on home
Man That liquor finally kicking
Got me feeling thrown
Pop a xanny maybe two
Now I'm feeling great
Snort a line, my stomach dying
You know I haven't ate
It's been a couple long days
Gotta get my mind straight
Death is on my mental
And It's all I contemplate
Don't know what to say
But
Life's a struggle
Issa hustle
Gotta keep it moving
But mother fuckers get complacent
When they get to groovin'
Tryna make it out the hood
Tryna make this music
Got me feeling so damn close
Feel like I could do it
Tryna make it out the hood
Tryna do some good
Tryna show everyone else but I'm misunderstood
Nobody ever wanna listen till it's too late
Ignoring all the problems
When they right there in the damn face
Tryna make it out the hood
Tryna do some good
Tryna show everyone else but I'm misunderstood
Nobody ever wanna listen till it's too late
Ignoring all the problems
When they right there in the damn face
First off free my homie Lerks
Rest in piece IGot2
Yopl8 lives forever
We ain't forgot about you
Wish y'all by my side
But we ain't that far apart
Always on my mind
Always in my heart
Y'all deaths came by surprise
And I don't know where to start
Maybe with the pills
How I tore myself apart
Started popping xannys
Turned my back on all my family
Days turned to weeks
And weeks turned to months
I bottled up all of this pain
But it just became too much
Drinking was the same
It ain't ever ease the pain man
Had nothing to lose
But everything to gain man
Y'all ain't die in vain man
Y'all ain't die in vain (Nah)
Tryna make it out the hood
Tryna do some good
Tryna show everyone else but I'm misunderstood
Nobody ever wanna listen till it's too late
Ignoring all the problems
When they right there in the damn face
Tryna make it out the hood
Tryna do some good
Tryna show everyone else but I'm misunderstood
Nobody ever wanna listen till it's too late
Ignoring all the problems
When they right there in the damn face
Chorus X2:
Don't turn around (Give me the fuckin' cheese trick)
Don't make a sound (Show me where them keys at)
Lay it on the ground (knowing that your pockets fat)
Fore' I buck you down (and I'm quicks' to do that)
Nigga starting braggin' in his hood bout the robbery
Wasn't long then, fore' somebody dropped the dime on me
I'm'a be the one they can't get to, they picked the boy up
Run his mouth just like a fool, he gon' get me fucked up
But, I'm'a have to get to him before the police do-a
Caught up with him night and day, not him and his crew-a
Sprang down Chelsie Ave. kinda in the evening
For this muhfuckas death, dawg I was fiend'n
He was looking at me strange, like I'm'a catcha
I done hopped out with the thang, lemme holla at'cha,
Foo, where you been dog? (My momma got sick, main!)
Fuck that got to do wit'chu? (Hold up I ain't your bitch, main!)
Chorus X2:
Don't turn around (Give me the fuckin' cheese trick)
Don't make a sound (Show me where them keys at)
Lay it on the ground (knowing that your pockets fat)
Fore' I buck you down (and I'm quicks' to do that)
Nigga starting braggin' in his hood bout the robbery
Wasn't long then, fore' somebody dropped the dime on me
I'm'a be the one they can't get to, they picked the boy up
Run his mouth just like a fool, he gon' get me fucked up
But, I'm'a have to get to him before the police do-a
Caught up with him night and day, not him and his crew-a
Sprang down Chelsie Ave. kinda in the evening
For this muhfuckas death, dawg I was fiend'n
He was looking at me strange, like I'm'a catcha
I done hopped out with the thang, lemme holla at'cha,
Foo, where you been dog? (My momma got sick, main!)
Fuck that got to do wit'chu? (Hold up I ain't your bitch, main!)
Now I don't care what you say, I want my money back
You ain't got no onions, got no peppers, and that dog ain't bacon-wrapped
Now to get to right, I gotsa go and search the boulevard
Cuz 9 to 5, and on the floor, I work to god damn hard
I'm tryna get a hot dog
I'm tryna get a hot dog
I'm tryna get a hot dog
I'm tryna get a hot dog
Street meat!
Bailin' for safety we make it and chill...
Bizzy Bone:
Stalkin' gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to, daily,
Stalkin' gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to, daily,
Stalkin' gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to, daily,
Stalkin' gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to, daily,
Krayzie:
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill,
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill,
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill...
Still gotta hustle it out
Still gotta thug it out
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta hustle it out
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta thug it out
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta hustle it out
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta thug it out
Through the Pain & Rain
As a youngster, BA thugster
Took the clicc to the next level, nothing to phucc with
We rolled 20 deep, 10 car caravan
Monte Carlo, Regal, Honda Civic, it don't matter
Clicc built up with cliccs through the Cali land
Wesco, Rosetown, Pico, PTown
Monte, DB, Whitter, and Downey
Spread like fire throughout the San Gabriel Valley
Maaphuccas that are loyal, the Brown got Authority
If you chilled at Tommy's on Fullerton you got seniority
From the gate we had homegirls too
Phucc with them the wrong way you might catch a high heel shoe
Love for the crew cause we fam bam, through thick and think too
I learned a NEW definition of family foo
Rules to the fam you gotta protect them too
All for one, one for all homie you know how we do, Gya
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta hustle it out
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta thug it out
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta hustle it out
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta thug it out
Through the Pain & Rain
When you growing up to manhood you might see them crossroads
Road to the good....road to the bad
Road to the unknown, ain't no answers for that
Might even have to choose one in one second flat
Decisions to live with forever ain't no turning back
No time for kid games
Time to be a grown man
But sometimes those decisions come with consequences
From a slap on the wrist, to a Life sentence, real talk
But it was the love the clicc, it was the love for the fam
That made you give a mad phucc
And THAT'S THAT
Like the saying goes, it is what it is
But don't think for one second we gon forget who you is
Whether you living up with God or in a cell by the yard
Always gon remember the times you repped the squad
To protect our name, homies, and area we walk
Since the beginning never took shit from no one is who we are...I remember
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta hustle it out
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta thug it out
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta hustle it out
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta thug it out
Through the Pain & Rain
RIP the homie Dozey, the first to be gone
Taken at a young age but man he went out strong
Rest in Peace the homie Dusty, your spirit shines through
RIP the homie Shadow reppin PTown foo
RIP the homie Bandit, we had many talks cool
Smokin spliffs, to the Lynch, in that Honda Civic blue
Rest in Peace the homie Cholo, I was closest to this foo
Road dog, homie, friend, still saying NOT YOU
But life...you never knownin what's next
To the homies locked down God bless
Like Travieso and Toker
Wisper and Wako
Yogi and Boy, this tracks for you my boys
And all the homies not mentioned, keep focus on your redemption
Know the next chapter still open for the making, they can't take it
Talking bout your mind power
Do your best to be the best and leave em shivering like cold showers, feel me...2,1
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta hustle it out
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta thug it out
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta hustle it out
Through all that pain, through all that rain
Still gotta thug it out
Through the Pain & Rain
Still gotta hustle it out
Still gotta thug it out
Though the Pain & Rain
And I do a hit let's go
Talking down he get hit with that stick let's go
762 Make him flip let's go
I do a hit on the show on the road
She wanna fuck, I told her no
556 Make him hit the folks
Im on yo ass, pop it and blow
Im in the cut like damn
That nigga talking get hit with that blam
I'm up in space I ain't talking no jam
African plug I ain't talking no cam (Fllrrr)
Ha, Sike
He up in traffic get caught at the light
I keep a Jordan ain't talking no mike
Two three shots hit that boy and his wife
White shooter I call him jim
My bitch she slim I ain't talking no jim
I'm with the klan i don't fw the kin
Shooting my shot it's gon it's gon hit through the rim
And I'm like bro wtf
He cuffing a thot like bro wtf
He hit the bop like bro wtf
He wifing a thot I'm like wtf
He going out sad bro wtf
That nigga a fag bro wtf
I'm in that lamb, big body truck
Feel like maajins got a blick in the trunk
That nigga smelling like piss
Big blue Benz I ain't talking no crip
Sipping that wock he be sipping that tris
Cross on that boy I ain't talking no kris
My shooters hang out the rim
Fuck all these niggas I swear that I'm him
I'm in the booth finna step in some ricks
Said I'm finna hop in the booth
COD I'm finna up it and shoot
Playing them games I ain't talking kahoot
Feel like a pimp bitch gimme the loot
These niggas rats like mickey
Fat ass nigga be eating some mickeys
You carry 10 and im carrying 50
Talk on the gang we gon leave that boy missing
They want me to drop like when
That nigga fruity he fucking with men
Got a white bitch yeah I'm calling her jen
That nigga talking I don't mean no ben
My bitch she wet like squirtle
That nigga goofy nigga Steve urkel
I feel like durk R.I.P virgil
That nigga ugly he look like a turtle
That nigga he really foo
Goofy ass dog call him scooby doo
That nigga hating I fuck on his boo
Don't be on shit I be stuck in the stu
(Yo finesse, what the fuck)
Comin' up we learn how to freak these hoes,
And when your through gittin' yours then you shake these hoes,
And when your older, it's nothin' but a routine,
Makin' G's everyday workin' blue jeans,
I know I seen it before,
I see it again,
Young tender saying Short would you be my man
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
Yeah there's a lot of fake players out there
Talkin' bad about Ant Banks, you know what I'm sayin'
But hey ain' trippin' up
Short Dog, what you do about them player haters
Try 'n stay away from Kriss Kross imitators,
Put ya in a cross 'cause they really jus' haters,
I thought you knew, Short Dog is a player,
Born to mack, 'n got bitches everywhere,
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars,
Screenin' these hoes like movie stars,
Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat,
I was born to mack,
I'm hookin' hoes like crack, I be a monkey on your back bitch,
Until you kick that Short Dog habit got you on my dick,
And even though I can't fuck you every day,
That's 'cause I got another bitch aroun' the way,
We can all get together on a late night,
Cut to the house hook somethin' up real tight,
I really don't care,
Cause I'm a player
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
[Hook: Big Krizz Kaliko]
Play wit matches you might get a fire
Play wit emotions there's tears in your eyes
Playin' with love and fo 'sho you gonna die
She's so broken I can feel it
[Verse 2: The Philsta]
I can feel it when my man cheats it's a women's intuition
And when you mess with dogs, dogs go in heat
Creepin' on different days and different hours of the week
A beautiful lie that got my heart caught up in heat
I'm burnin', burnin' for revenge my hands clinched with my emotions
Is takin' over the physically to hurt you again
Watchin' your crib watchin' who comes through for you
Got me runnin' around like a psycho chick two
I'm seein' if ya lies really adds up to the truth
I wanna know this girl who shares a special part of you homie
Hopin' you understand you takin' a chance
Between love and hate expect the unexpected from the gate
You made yo bed now lie in it
That's the seed that you plant so you reppin' what is naturally god given
What goes around comes around what can I say
Cause when the rain come know that I'ma REALA HEY!
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen
I ain' with no marriage and a weddin' ring
I be a player fo' life so where's my wife
Prob'ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe
'Cause she must be smokin' and I'm not jokin'
Too Short baby comin' straight from Oakland
Got way mo' bitches than I ever need
I put that on a big fat bag of weed
'Cause I can give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint
Bitches ain' shit and now I made my point
So you can light that weed
While I spit this rap
And tell you 'bout a player from way back
I was only fourteen when I first got my dick sucked
Now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts
Gittin' freaky in the right situations
You wanna rap well that's a nice occupation
To git pussy when you want 'n how you want it foo'
'Cause I was fuckin' ugly hoes back in high schoo'
I used to fuck young-ass hoes
Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes
Now I fuck top notch bitches
Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches
'Bout a pimp named Shorty from the Oakland set
Been mackin' fo' years 'n ain't fell of yet
So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy
Throw a peace sign and say hey pimp daddy
'Cause I never would fron' on my folks
I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes
Bitches come a dime a dozen
So don't get mad when I fuck your cousin
Your two sisters, I even fuck your ex-bitch
Short Dog in the house with some player shit
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
All the fake players peep game from the real
Player hatin' lover tell me how do ya feel
When you front to the homies how you grind 'em
Look fo' a tramp, but you can't find 'em
You got one girlfriend you see her every night
Comin' around the partners, lyin' about your life
Looked at your watch it said six twenty-two
Cut to the house and said baby I love you
Can't act like a mack like playboy Sho'
An' the rest of the macks in the streets of the O bitch
Comin' up we learn how to freak these hoes
And when your through gittin' yours then you shake these hoes
And when your older, it's nothin' but a routine
Makin' G's everyday workin' blue jeans
I know I seen it before
I see it again
Young tender saying Short would you be my man
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
Yeeeah there's alot of fake players out there
Talkin' bad about Ant Banks, you know what I'm sayin'
But hey ain' trippin up
Short Dog, what you do about them player haters
Try 'n stay away from Kriss Kross imitators
Put ya in a cross 'cause they really jus' haters
I thought you knew, Short Dog is a player
Born to mack, 'n got bitches everywhere
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars
Screenin' these hoes like movie stars
Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat
I was born to mack
I'm hookin' hoes like crack, I be a monkey on your back bitch
Until you kick that Short Dog habit got you on my dick
And even though I can't fuck you every day
That's 'cause I got another bitch aroun' the way
We can all get together on a late night
Cut to the house hook somethin' up real tight
I really don't care
Cause I'm a player
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
Touch the untouchable brotha that's in front of you
Harlem USA be the place that I come from
Twenty-ninth and Lenox be that place I get the guns from
Vacant lots be the route that we used to run from
Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum-dum
It's hot now, cops now, All Out gotta eat
Close food shop down, send them across the street
My force overheat cuz the cause is cheap
Reminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the streets
Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D
Pour some liquor out and throw it up for a G
NRB, be the click they claim to be
So if worse come to worse, do the same for me
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
All weed smokers, Olde E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's
Throw it up
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders
Whether blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with them big things out
Yay a yayyy
Now, we drink Colt '45, tote 45's
Smoke 'til we high, loc til' we die
Got locked up in Crenshaw
Somebody said, 'Foo, what you in for?!'
Jail mental', named Wendel
Did 15, and got about 10 more
Oh, he was silent than braille
In '83 was the first with hydraulics
Caught his first bid dealin' with narcotics
And had Daytons and always kept 'em polished
You taught me about khakis and Converse
And if a foo' try to move then you ball first, feel me?
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This the story of a troop
Head to the money I need all that money till my fingers blue
Green light I can't stop at no red and I am not talking to blues
Dog fake just like the cartoon I think he be searching for clues
Chete stick you ain't cut like the kid, you might get cut if you move
Why is these niggas so foo
I don't know dog it bother me too
Call up my brother I call up my brother, brother what we finna do
Talkin' business making business decisions, look how I calculate moves
I'm a troop chete stick out the zoo
If it's up then it's stuck like glue
Who you trust I ain't trusting on who
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Play it lowkey I am not with shenanigans
I'm a man imma stand like big body whip
Troop on my lonely but Jah he give me strength
Muscle up diesel weight like I'm Megaman
Don't you play games I might show you Sega man
I don't vote cus I don't trust the president
These niggas cap maga hat like it's red again
I do not vote boo I'm focused on presidents
Freedom ringing and I think that's what Franklin said
Aye, tell me what franklin said
These niggas snakes in the grass get the rake again
Yea, give me the rake again
Break bread feed the ducks with the dividends
I had crumbs but I split up the dividends
Out of the mud I ain't scraping no paint again
Check the weight I ain't scraping no paint again
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They cryin')
I drank that Henny, turned me up, boy
That shit turned me to a dog (Huh? Dog, dog)
And, boy, I filled this
Backwood up with zaza, it's fat like a log
(Huh? Foo)
One (One) two (Two, nigga)
Three (Three) four (Huh?
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen
I ain' with no marriage and a weddin' ring
I be a player fo' life so where's my wife
Prob'ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe
Cause she must be smokin' and I'm not jokin'
Too Short baby comin' straight from Oakland
Got way mo' bitches than I ever need
I put that on a big fat bag of weed
Cause I can give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint
Bitches ain' shit and now I made my point
So you can light that weed
While I spit this rap
And tell you 'bout a player from way back
I was only fourteen when I first got my dick sucked
Now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts
Gettin' freaky in the right situations
You wanna rap well that's a nice occupation
To git pussy when you want 'n how you want it foo'
Cause I was fuckin' ugly hoes back in high schoo'
I used to fuck young-ass hoes
Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes
Now I fuck top notch bitches
Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches
'Bout a pimp named Shorty from the Oakland set
Been mackin' fo' years 'n ain't fell of yet
So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy
Throw a peace sign and say hey pimp daddy
Cause I never would fron' on my folks
I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes
Bitches come a dime a dozen
So don't get mad when I fuck your cousin
Your two sisters, I even fuck your ex-bitch
Short Dog in the house with some player shit
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
All the fake players peep game from the real
Player hatin' lover tell me how do ya feel
When you front to the homies how you grind 'em
Look fo' a tramp, but you can't find 'em
You got one girlfriend you see her every night
Comin' around the partners, lyin' about your life
Looked at your watch it said six twenty-two
Cut to the house and said baby I love you
Can't act like a mack like playboy Sho'
An' the rest of the macks in the streets of the O bitch
Comin' up we learn how to freak these hoes
And when your through gittin' yours then you shake these hoes
And when your older, it's nothin' but a routine
Makin' G's everyday workin' blue jeans
I know I seen it before
I see it again
Young tender saying Short would you be my man
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
Yeeeah there's a lot of fake players out there
Talkin' bad about Ant Banks, you know what I'm sayin'
But hey ain' trippin up
Short Dog, what you do about them player haters
Try 'n stay away from Kriss Kross imitators
Put ya in a cross 'cause they really jus' haters
I thought you knew, Short Dog is a player
Born to mack, 'n got bitches everywhere
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars
Screenin' these hoes like movie stars
Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat
I was born to mack
I'm hookin' hoes like crack, I be a monkey on your back bitch
Until you kick that Short Dog habit got you on my dick
And even though I can't fuck you every day
That's 'cause I got another bitch aroun' the way
We can all get together on a late night
Cut to the house hook somethin' up real tight
I really don't care
Cause I'm a player
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
Chicks dig it
Long as my clique spit it
My Cadillac truck gets lower than six midgets
It’s wood, kid-id, cars for six digit's
I’ll rip ya eye out and
Play FOOS ball with it
Girls see me, they holler and holler hard
So much money, I’m ‘bout to buy College Park
My records just play, I don’t need payola
Long as my eyes stay
Redder than crayon Crayolas
And drill the player hater
You hardly stacking when you see me
Don’t say nothing like Charlie Chapman
Ludacris, mmm!
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