Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Player Way, artist - Mase.
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Song language: English
The Player Way |
Put a little soul in here |
And we don’t stop |
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 |
— 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 |
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 the way you chit-chat |
You foul and if you had 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, niggas 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 through your thermal, you know crazy |
I’ve been waiting 20 minutes baby |
Now drop yo drawers |
And do something outstandin' with yo jaws |
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 K-man |
Front like they real and hold a fake in |
You wastin' the time |
Serious ballas and ready hoes, got da women walkin' |
Dibs on da strip with steady toes |
As I pull up, cranking is thinking the bigger fat, natural expertise |
Plenty money workin' for G and whoever next to me |
And I ain’t gonna rest till we made a statement |
I’m straight up you want it down? |
It’s time for a replacement |