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Yeah, yeah, I done got too big to be
Hoppin' over barbwire fences, right?
But I had this one broad, she was so damn sprung
She used to hold my dirty work for me, man
In a what? In a, uh, in a, in a VHS canister
In a VHS canister, ayy (Yeah)
I promise you playboy, this game has been so damn good
So damn good (Said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times
But I don't know how long that's gonna be, yeah
I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (Don't wanna go)
Slangin' yayo (Slangin' what?)
To get my mayo (Oh no)
I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (Don't wanna go back)
Slangin' yayo (Slangin' what?)
To get my mayo (To get)
Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin' dinners for the church
Red-handed, caught me stealin' money out her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
'Cause I used to get beat with racin' car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin' a conference
Call on my hands-free car telephone
Lookin' like I'm talkin' to myself, shootin' the breeze
Cuttin' it up real tough like choppin' it up like true business men
Talkin' about, "By the way, B, what we do this week on sales, kid?"
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley
Or maybe next door in Gary Payton's bowling alley
Or maybe at the shootin' range, me and Banks man
Or on the golf course with Merton Hanks
Overlookin' the sun, give me my propers
With a view that's out of this world, lookin' down on doctors
Sippin' on port, watchin' my kids play basketball in the backyard
On a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (What?)
I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (Huh?)
Slangin' yayo (Slangin' what?)
To get my mayo
I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (Slangin' what?)
Slangin' yayo (And what else?)
To get my mayo
Built a spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars
Dupont Registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors
Twenty-inch chrome slipper braubers on my twelve
Feelin' that everybody ain't able
To be blessed with a successful ass
Independent record label, check it out
Marbles, I got the game from my uncle St. Charles
Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargos
But now it's Merrill Lynch, and just think
I used to sit the bench, I remember gettin' chased by the cops
Had to get my stomach pumped, swallowed a quarter ounce of rocks
Late afternoon, po-po waitin' for me outside of
Vallejo Kaiser Permanente emergency room with Glocks
Ready to Rodney King me to death
Somehow managed to make my escape through the back of
The cafeteria by the vending machine department quicker
Found myself runnin' through the Friendship apartment complex
Over there by the railroad tracks around the
Corner from the People's Continuation High School
Somewhere off in Locust, behind Jenae's liquor, ooh
I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
(Check it out, check it out)
Slangin' yayo
(Check it out, check it)
To get my mayo (Check it out)
I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (I don't want to)
Slangin' yayo (Slang yayo)
To get my mayo (To get my mayo, check it out)
Dope game done gone
Now it's either white collar crime or hookin' up phones
"Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathematics
I'm doin' a compilation, should I go with funky phat graphics?"
I tell him, "Hell yeah, that's a done deal"
Dudin' 'em off the hinges
Dudin' 'em dip my cover and my bus benches
Game Wari-infested, Worldwide Sick Wid' It clique
Independent chips
See that there?
See, ayy, look, this what I'm sayin', I'ma tell you, it's a fool
'Cause your player partner'll take his other moneys, right?
And then he'll sit up there and he'll think
And then he'll say, "Hold on, mane
Let me have there some phone booths
Let me get off into the florist business, beefers, barber shops
Empty commercial lots, whatever
Fertilizes the right way of livin', mane"
You dig what I'm sayin', mane?
Ayy, look, playboy
And I look at myself and I say, "Hold on, man, let me slow it down
Let me translate it, let me translate it into some marbles
Let me liquidate my revenells, you understand
What I'm sayin', 40 Water and them"
Ayy, but look here, I'm here to sprinkle
My Godzilla ballin' playboy partners
And teach 'em about the game Wari-infested
Situations that goes down in they life
I ain't playin' with it, man
I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (I ain't playin' with it, man)
Slangin' yayo
To get my mayo
There's too many jealous brothers in this game
I can't stand to say, yeah, yeah
I gotta get my money, yeah
I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
Get my money, yo
Slangin' yayo
To get my mayo
Hey, yeah
Don't wanna go
Don't wanna go, no, no
Don't wanna go
Don't wanna go back
Back to the game
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