| Here’s a little somethin for the players out there hustlin
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| Gettin down for theirs
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| From East Pointe, College Park, Decatur, DeVries…
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| My man, the scene was so thick
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| Lowriders, Seventy-Seven Sevilles
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| El Do’s, nuttin but them 'Llacs
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| All the players (DePorte in the house) all the hustlers
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| I’m talkin bout a black man heaven here
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| YouknowhatI’msayin? |
| Yeah
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| Cadillacs are comin, from everywhere (yeahhh)
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| Limbo boppin good cause love is in the air
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| To all you players and you pimps smoke out and have a ball
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| And if your hoe is actin crazy --
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| -- put her on the wall
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| Now now now everybody’s dancin and just feelin right
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| I see all of you players got yourselves laid in on ice
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| I hope when all y’all dance is over, can I get onn, yeah
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| My kids’ll have a story, that still be told, whoooa, about
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| All the players came, from far and wide
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| Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangster rides
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| Now I’m here to tell ya, there’s a better day
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| When the player ball is happenin, all day eryday |