[Verse I: ELEE X]
Aye, all up in yo hood like I'm takin' over...
And all I got is good game and a janky quarter
Survived three waves of haters for my daily quota
ImSo got hose for ho's like Ray Liotta
...on any given day I smell like a Lonely Lady's odor
...w/ a hint of Old Spice
Kinda light from skating over...
...and I'm tryna get my feet rubbed
Bigger broads be nice as hell
...besides we all need love
Plus I hate cooking...
...if she wack, I ain't looking...
I'ma dog, you know my style
...ain't no shame or shook one
...that be the lil' scrappy-doo a** lames woofing
Corn-ballers come through and get chains tooken
...or rather chains taken
Showing out
...like they hit gamebreakers
No NBA, jus street sh**...
Muhfuggaz ain't playing
That's why I'm strapped
Late nights at the train station
Painstakingly pursuing p**y like it ain't nathin...
Chorus:
Yea, I'm on some player sh**...
Tryna get my dick s**ed
...get up off that hater sh**...
Yea, I'm on some player sh**...
Tryna get my dick s**ed
Dick s**ed,dick s**ed,dick s**ed
[Verse II: Blakka** Westley]
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[Verse III: Khalfani]
All day, both hands on you because any hour is the time
Like in the shower, where we dine or in the bed with open blinds
Okay I got some thoughts, said she could see it in my eye
I wanna walk up from behind and grab your hips and never mind..
I'ma f** around and get myself in trouble
Jumping in that puddle, open mind
Im in my own bubble waddup
You wanna make a friend, a gentleman, a gentlethug, or get a nut and fall in lust or fall in love or all above, alright
This ain't a test, What you desiring? Inspiring to take you to a higher point of reference burning incenses
Let me have everything that I require of you
While you was cooking I was spending time admiring that a**
Finer than the wine you got inside that gla**
Playing old school but nothing I do remind you of the past
An everlasting presence from the essence
I ain't get you high, I uplifted you
And when you riding heads in the clouds this what you listening to ...