Red Hot Lover Tone - #1 Player lyrics

[Rich Nice] What I want you to understand is Mackin' is a big business And it's been goin' on since the beginnin' of time So when we talk about mackin' I want y'all to understand that we talkin' for real, daddy I mean, ain't no slackin' in our mackin' We the last of the get last After us they broke the mold fast So don't get it twisted, and don't get it f**ed up But I want you young macks out there to know I mean, this sh** is for real, daddy So, Red Hot Lover Tone.. Drop some of that smooth sh** [Red Hot Lover Tone] Testin' 1, 2 from Atlanta to Savannah It's the party jammer with the Brooklyn slang grammar Oh and uh, I came to shoot the gift like Santa Throw my rap around your head just like a bandana Girls say I miss you, cause my sh**'s official They be all over my sh** like Scottie tissue The issue is I wish you stop sweatin' me, I quit you Damn, I never shoulda hit you They call me "Chocolate Lover" 10 inches of terror lovin' I pull out my jimmy and b**hes be like "You buggin', you buggin'" But I tap the nap and I leave it in pieces Said my name was "Tone" but you still sayin' "Oh Jesus" Check my resume, I should get paid for my lay Got the type of s** to make Jennifer's Holiday, everyday Releasing my fluid into it [Rich Nice] Ain't no slackin' in my mackin' [Red Hot Lover Tone] Hey baby, we can do it {Chorus #1} [Both together} From the Kitchen to the Bedroom To the Bathroom floor Then Baby, hit the door And when you're sure that you can't go no more Cause your poom poom's sore Baby, hit the door And when I'm fresh out of Jimmy hat's I'm sayin' "thats I don't go raw" So baby, hit the door And when you can't be my lover Cause you love me and you want a lot more Baby, hit the door.... {Chorus #2} It's hard being the number 1 player (say what) Hey, it's hard being the number 1 player (I can dig it) It's hard being the number 1 player (mack on) Baby, it's hard being the number 1 player [Red Hot Lover Tone] Yo, women never understand the way that I think How I could hit the skins and wash my balls in your sink I'm into freaky sh** like women that inflate My dick is insured cause I f**ed in "All-States" I'll take a blind date, and she's a fine mate Pull out a condom, so she don't complain that "I'm late" I'll be your "Almond Joy" if you feel like a nut Mirrors all around so I could watch my a** go up And down and up and down, with sound Ladies wet their panties whenever Red Hot's around So come kiss the mister, it's the drifter Who licks ya from your a** to your toe-jam, sister When I'm erectness, check this Let me cum on your neck and make a pearl s**m necklace I'll lick your body if it's ashy, I'm nasty, ain't nothing to it Let's run through it, we can do it {Chorus #1} [Both together} From the Kitchen to the Bedroom To the Bathroom floor Then Baby, hit the door And when you're sure that you can't go no more Cause your poom poom's sore Baby, hit the door And when I'm fresh out of Jimmy hat's I'm sayin' "thats I don't go raw" So baby, hit the door And when you can't be my lover Cause you love me and you want a lot more Baby, hit the door.... {Chorus #2} [repeat 2x] It's hard being the number 1 player (say what) Hey, it's hard being the number 1 player (I can dig it) It's hard being the number 1 player (mack on) Baby, it's hard being the number 1 player [Rich Nice] Uh, and that's the way story goes, you know I mean Some of you young macks out there got to realize Y'all ain't nothing but a rest haven for hoes That's all you ever been and that's all your ever gonna be So look up to this here macks as doing their real thing And give it up when you really see it, aight? It's comin' to you live, from Red Hot Lover Tone And yours truly, Rich Nice, from Mack Paradise I say peace.........