Lyrics:
with the combos, Maylay got those
Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's
They be poppin' bottles, we knockin hollows
Promise by
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
lose
Pay my dues ice Cube is with me
We quite nifty ballers making history
By being quick as 50
You ballers, with daisy champ baby
What's your thing
They
money and fuck a bitch
They drop like dominoes
And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama hoes
So after the screwin'
I bust a nut and get up and put
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
To all my players and my thugs, to the all the honeys in the club
To all the hoods that show me love, we ride, we ride
To all my
me and you, you ain't heard that from me
'Cause Mase ain't the player with the PhD
Girl, come into my world
I'll love you the way that you need
money and fuck a bitch
They drop like dominoes
And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama hoes
So after the screwin'
I bust a nut and get up and put
"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for
to the light side it don't matter none
It'll be a drive by homicide
But to me its just another tale from the dark side
Standing in the middle of war
In
Check it
If you infected by this record
Bow down butt-naked
And pray to God
Ice Cube won't spare the rod
Westside Connection here to mob, nigga, rob
to the light side it don't matter none
It'll be a drive by homicide
But to me its just another tale from the dark side
Standing in the middle of war
In
[Ice Cube]
Yeah, Steal The Show baby
[Ice Cube]
I'ma have to ride the ride the ride
Till I find a girl to slip inside
Ice Cube ain't never
to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they ass til the end
With my pistol, runnin' from Da Lench Mob
Is how you survive in South Central
Kick the instrumental,
to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they ass til the end
With my pistol, runnin' from Da Lench Mob
Is how you survive in South Central
Kick the instrumental,
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
deserve you if he hurt you
How you give a woman 25 a curfew
Between me and you, you ain't heard that from me
'Cause Mase ain't the player with the PHD
gets to' back main
Once you drink with us, you won't be the same
The drinkin' club, we can't slow down main
We're gonna drink you all, we got
divine
In mom's cookouts, I'm leaving the swine
Verbal vegetarian, squashed beef with Ice Cube
Came in this rap life nude
Now I'm fully clothed
What I mean when I call a man a player
That's what we call them here from LA
And I'm not the type of girl to play no game
I just call them like I see
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
a visa, she from Moscow (21)
Fuckin' 'round with Travis, you get crossed out (crossed out)
He used to be on, that nigga off now (he off now)
I done got
the Chi
And plus we got them player-ette flirters in the Chi
Now the moral of the story is cuff yo bitch
'Cause hey I'm black, handsome, I sing plus I'm
what nigga
Bitch niggas get dealt wit motherfuckin' real quick
[Ice Cube:]
Here we come boy
Real niggas shoot ta kill betta run boy
Or you can tell me
The interests of all our people and therefore, cannot be permitted"
("The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty")
"We've been told that all along
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