Mase

Mase - Player Way lyrics

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No one expected the unexpected (uh uh)

Nawumsaying?  

Something real, something you could feel (that's right)

Straight from the Suave House (Bad Boy)

Representing (no doubt)

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 







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
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Language: English

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