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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 |
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Point, College |
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Park, Decatur, |
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DeVriesMy man, the scene was so thick |
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Lowriders, seventy-seven |
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SevillesEl |
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Do's, nuttin' but them ' |
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LlacsAll the players, all the hustlers |
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I'm talkin' 'bout a black man heaven here |
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You know what |
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I'm sayin', yeah |
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Cadillacs are comin' from everywhere |
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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 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 |
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I get on, yeah |
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My kids'll have a story, that still be told, whoa, 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 everyday |
