Gangstas & Players
[Too $hort]
$hort Dog`s in the house...
Hey, Seag, what you mean when you talk about gangstas?
[Seagram]
When I`m talking about gangstas
I ain`t talking about gang bangers
Small time corner hangers, I`m talking about bird slangers
Not them fake ass shoot em up type
But the type that shoot you ass when the time`s right
So would you tell me what`s your mack like
what`s your stack like
Slanging crack on a track making stacks to the day light
Niggas keep it ceased, my pockets increases
I can`t be faded, not even with some bleach
Most of you niggas ain`t gangstas, you kicking drama
But that drama will cause your ass drama
In my H-O-O-D, that big S to the N to the V
On the late night ride, straight on the mission
On highway 5 with a trunk full of chickens
Gangsta living is a sport
But playing these hoes is for the pros
like my boy Too $hort
[Too $hort]
Big Baby pass the mic so I can dog these freaks
Two rapping mothafuckas from East Oakland streets...
On that ass, so what you gonna do with that?
Some bitch lost a nigga when they peeled his cap
When they was getting at his ass, hollered `Let that go!`
But Oakland, California don`t protect no hoe
Cause they`ll write you off like taxes
Everywhere you go you get your ass kicked
Niggas don`t appreciate you coming with a phony
Kinda like The Mack when he smoked Pretty Tony
And that`s straight pimp game from the O
My name is $hort Dog, you wanna know...
Some? Nothing but gangstas and playas out here
Can`t be a fake nigga staying out here
Bitches learn early to respect this game
So they never talk down on a player`s name
Bitch...Bitch...Bitch...
Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players
Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players
Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players
Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players
[Seagram]
It`s the big bad ass nigga named Seag
Back in your ass with a trick up my sleave
Snitches acting like a bitches in a way
Gonna be find with the vicious, sewing stiches, when I spray
You fucking with a nigga that`s hard to the bone
Giving mothafuckas close-ups of my barrel
So peek out game from the East Side vet
From the 69 set, it`s as real as it gets
Still blending up hop in a blender
Wore my beanie at the Winter, a full time offender
With them terrorized, hellafied, gangstarized lyrics
Creeping to you speaker like an Alcapone spirit
Crawling and balling to the East Side jungle
Niggas steady calling, I`m holling off bundless
I`m the judge and jury of this court
But I`ma kick back and hit this `Port
and pass the mic to $hort
[Too $hort]
I`m zipping Hennessey straight, smoking my dank
My bitch is outta pocket, can`t have no bank
Should I kick her mothafucking ass?
Cause punk niggas out here don`t last
Maybe I should fire my bitch and get a new hoe
Have her sprung on old school Too $ho
Let her fine ass ride in my Lexus
Take her to my house and start talking about sex, bitch
Anyway you want it, it be something tight
Roll with $hort Dog, bitch, you fucking tonight
Straight player from the O, hoe, yes, it`s me
Got love for the gangstas from S.N.V.
If it weren`t for the pimp and a mack in me
I wouldn`t holler at my homeboys, black indeed
What`s up? Seag got me at the studio
Called me up so I can take it to these hoes
And that`s just what we gonna do...
Take it to these hoe ass niggas and you bitches...
Straight from the Oaktown...
East Side, bitch...
[Seagram]
Macking and stacking...
Slapping bitches, you know what I mean?
Just a gangsta thang, you know what I`m saying?
East Side, bitch, in the house...
