I wanna thank you,
pimps and players
For sharing your game with me
I wanna thank all, of the hustlers
For showing me your life, on the street
And I know, that'll I never
For- get you
Ooh- ooh- ooh, forget about you
Oh- oh- oh
All the hustlers C'mon, that's right
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner
with a chip in his phone
You can tell that the Hillside was his home
Mo' scrill than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chop suey in the bushes
Dice game, craps,
puffin on Taylors drinkin' Boilermakers
M.D. 20 20 mixed with
Boone's,
Farm's, and Olde English
Around the clock, deuce- four- seven,
three- sixty- fifth
Cause your bass rock butter,
that's right twerkin' over shifts
Business boomin off the buzzer,
and I'm a happy camper
Til the homey beat his bootch down for no
reason with the Zenith hammer
Thangs started gettin' sloppy,
dude started rollin' over
Niggas started steppin on dope and stretchin
the crack synthetic yola
Turf got hot hella heads got shot
on dead body soil
Po'- po's on that ass
like hot baby oil
Play your cards right son everybody
can have cash
But you gotta get in and out
if you expect 'em to last
I was sprinkled at a young age Laced down with
Trump tight,
taught by the best
Some of them still livin',
some of them done been put to rest
But I was blessed, and luckily I made it out
But I must confess,
I wouldn'ta made it without
The big timers, the top- hats,
the tycoons
The street hustlers,
the pistol packin' Daniel Boone's
That put it down and paved the way,
for me to say
The things I say,
and I'm proud to be straight from the Yay
To U.K. I spits this big time talkin'
shit all day
Nationwide,
from where I stay to where you stay
B like the Savage beast,
keep yo' game creased
Stick to the rules and don't be
sellin' out to no police
I always paid attention when
the game was preached
Had all the street slang and the
latest speech
And now I'm makin'
more mail than a oil well
Up all night tryin' to get
my money orders right
Uh, uh.. pimps and players
(pimps and players)
For sharing your game with me
All the hustlers
C'mon (c'mon) fo' showin
me yo' life on the streets
And I know that'll I never
Forget you, that's so damn real
Sprinkle me man
Sprinkle me man
Suga, sprinkle me gal
Suga, c'mon uh, sprinkle me gal
It started from my momma (yo' momma?)
Hard headed and all
She said, "Only the strong survive,
Suga stay strong"
Seein' a bunch of fools,
that used to ride
Smob, stay jobbin knew they was raw
Without a pot to piss in
Used to drive through the turf in
them candy paint Benz's
I've run all this game
that the hustlers pop
Spittin enough game to keep
a notch on the jock
Now the game's the same,
but the players changed
Ain't nothin but a thang,
keep it real mayne
Timer timer (timer timer)
Uh, yeah,
that's my nogga, sprinkle thee
Paper chasin' steady
flowin' to the dome
It ain't no place like home, ooh ooh
Pay my respects and give my
contributions
To all the soldiers on the streets
and in the institutions
Insti- tuitions (I wanna thank
you,
pimps and players) that's right
Fo' Sharin yo' game with me
Uh (yeah, ooh ooh ooh)
all the hustlers
That's so damn real
And I know that'll I never
(forget you) forget you
Lace me man, sprinkle me man
(and that's real)
C'mon, sprinkle me man
(yeah) that's right
Lace me man (sprinkle me man)
Sprinkle me man
Lace me man
That right? Forty- water,
from the C- L- I- C- K
With my sista Suga T
Lettin y'all know how we
do it up in the Yay
707 415 10
That's the car I roll with
And it goes for all the hustlers
nationwide
Pimpin' players,
for tyin' my shoes and lacin' me up
E-40 
