Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Players Holiday , by - Too Short. Release date: 18.09.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Players Holiday |
| T.W.D.Y. |
| — Player's Holiday |
| F/ Mac Mall & Too Short |
| What? |
| You say what? |
| The president did what? |
| Ah man, that’s hey, that’s all good baby |
| He got rid of the player haters too? |
| Ah man, we need to declare this a national holiday |
| We gonna call this Players Holiday |
| Ant B-Z what up man? |
| Rise and shine, make you wanna say |
| Dear God, let me thank you for another day |
| For livin' life on the edge and I’m tryin' to break it |
| Tired of duckin' the Feds, but it’s a struggle to make it |
| So this is your day homey, now it’s time to shine |
| If a player’s only trickin', you can wine and dine |
| Stress free from the drama, better go get your ticket |
| Then come on cause some squares can’t lie to kick it |
| It feels good not to grind no more |
| Don’t get it twisted cause I still hustle |
| Maintainin' just tryin' to reach my goal |
| Livin' life truly successful |
| So that my little soldier never have to sell no dope |
| All the Cutties from the pens comin' home again |
| And we ain’t tryin' to kill each other cause brother we all in |
| Beautiful black women give 'em much respect |
| And ain’t no funk 'tween the east and the west |
| It’s just a Player Holiday |
| Today’s the day the Players play |
| So you better be on your way |
| (On your way, your way) |
| Now it’s time to celebrate |
| Hurry up and don’t be late |
| Cause you know it’s gonna be a lovely day |
| Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day |
| Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day |
| (A lovely day) |
| Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day |
| Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day |
| January 1 the year 2000 |
| We gettin' all the money and we ain’t through clownin' |
| You can tell everybody that stays around your way |
| Today is the official Player’s Holiday |
| Short Dog I’m lovin' every minute of it |
| Cause pimpin’s been around since the beginning of it |
| We barbecuin' chicken, that’s what we doin' |
| Buy some breezys and we kickin' |
| And Cap what you doin? |
| I’m just sittin here timin' like a Rolex watch |
| I figured by now y’all realize that Hip-Hop and Rap won’t stop |
| Puttin' it together like a racing track |
| Where’s all my Latino, Philippino, and Ese partners at? |
| I know you feel me when I say that life’s a struggle |
| But God first, y’all know we all can’t help but bubble |
| So keep your head up |
| And know that things are changing for the better |
| Talkin' 'bout the youth, the little kids |
| Forget about you, never |
| Chorus |
| Now all the real players throw your Rollies in The air |
| And wave 'em all around like you just don’t care |
| From side to side and from front to back |
| Throw the peace sign baby, show me where you at |
| Dollar bill y’all, and we could scream it out loud |
| And Mac Mall’s here, homey that can move the crowd |
| So what the deal with you nigga, you could cross the town |
| Put the squeeze on the haters, ain’t no need to clown |
| None of the homies got pop |
| None of the spots got batteram |
| And I’ll be damned, it’s crackin' like a Summer Jam |
| Barbecues, no more feuds, players embracin' |
| Slammin' dominos, bustin' raps, still paper chasin' |
| Competitors keep a distance, it’s all love baby |
| Rub-a-dub-dub love, welcome to the Players Club baby |
| A family affair, a toast to the bay, hey |
| Looks like it’s gonna be one of them lovely days |
| Chorus |
| Mama used to put my clothes on layaway |
| Now I’m dipped everyday and every C-note got big face |
| Holler at me man, used to ride the back of the bus |
| Now I’m spinnin V-12's though the times is rough |
| In God we trust haters, you can only hate us |
| But can’t front cause you knew that we was bound to blow up |
| Gettin' paid what we can, Short Dog and Ant Banks |
| Mac Mall do it big on a Players Holiday, yeah |