Players
Ice T Presents Sex Money and G Lyrics
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Niggaz... bitches...
Uhh
Chorus: B.I.G.
(Niggaz) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
"This type of shit it happens everyday" -- Slick Rick
Verse One: Lil' Ceasar
Check it out, uhh
Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
Got mad guns up in the cabin
Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
I make it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
I blow up spots like little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
the little one, pullin over in the Land Rover
Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all between the lines
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals
Smokin skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
If robbery's a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards
Big Poppa never softenin
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest
Just the way players play, all day everyday
I don't know what else to say
I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know
my flow, detrimental to your health
Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10
My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three: Lil' Kim
I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs
Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals
Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals
I kick the rilli with my peeps all day
325's roll by with the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy
It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie
Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme
Cause they all in line screamin one more time
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up
The song "Players" by Junior M.A.F.I.A. features verses from Lil' Ceasar, Notorious B.I.G., and Lil' Kim. The chorus is delivered by B.I.G. and goes "Grab your dick if you love hip-hop, Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa." This is a reference to Slick Rick's "Mona Lisa" where he says "Go ahead, rub your titties if you must, but I'ma get that Mona Lisa, you could trust."
In the first verse, Lil' Ceasar talks about how much he smokes and how he's not into dabbling. He's not someone you want to mess with because he'll make it happen. He also references blowing up spots like little sisters. In the second verse, Biggie Smalls talks about how he's surrounded by criminals and how he's been robbing people since Run-DMC were making music. He talks about robbery being a class he could pass and how he's not softening. In the final verse, Lil' Kim talks about how she used to pack Macs (guns) in Cadillacs, and now she pimps gats (guns) in the Ac's. She also mentions her affinity for DKNY and how it's all about her and her "fuckin nigga Biggie."
Overall, the song is about players who are unapologetic about their lifestyles and truly believe they're the best at everything they do. They reference their money, cars, and women often.
Line by Line Meaning
(Niggaz) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
If you're a fan of hip-hop, show it by grabbing your penis
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
If you love Biggie Smalls, show it by rubbing your breasts
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
You're hooked on my lyrics and can't get enough
"This type of shit it happens everyday" -- Slick Rick
Life is full of these types of situations, unfortunately
Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
I smoke a lot of marijuana
What are you a idiot?
Are you stupid?
Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
Pay attention to my rhymes
Got mad guns up in the cabin
I have a lot of guns
Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
I don't mess around, I get things done
I make it happen, you got your ass caught
I'm successful, but you got caught doing something foolish
All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
I shot at you with my Honda Passport
or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
I'll shoot you with whatever weapon I have
I blow up spots like little sisters
I'm known for causing trouble
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
My crew is large and powerful
Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
Get your guns ready, ladies take notice
the little one, pullin over in the Land Rover
I'm driving my Land Rover
Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
I'm living like a rich person with a driver, you know what I mean?
Stack the green, read all between the lines
Get money and understand the hidden meaning
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find
If someone causes problems, they'll be hard to locate
(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
I live a life surrounded by illegal activity
Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals
I associate with wealthy and dishonest people
Smokin skunk and mad Phillies
I smoke strong marijuana and cigarettes
Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
I beat up tough guys and make a lot of money
If robbery's a class, bet I pass it
I'm skilled at robbery
Big Poppa never softenin
I'm always tough and unapologetic
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
I'm willing to rob anyone, even a religious figure
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
I'll leave my victims wounded and with empty pockets
Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears
I'll leave the family of my victim in a state of shock
Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches
I wear expensive designer clothes and my women do too
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest
My woman is driving my car and counting my money
Just the way players play, all day everyday
This is just how successful people live
I don't know what else to say
I've said all I need to say
I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
I've been robbing people for a long time
Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know
I've stolen jewelry at a popular nightclub you may not know about
my flow, detrimental to your health
My lyrics are dangerous
Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
I usually drive alone, but this time my son is with me
My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10
My thoughts are like a gun and my lyrics are a weapon
My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin
I'm calling out bad rappers
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half
My crew is powerful and respected
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
I live a luxurious lifestyle
Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly
I'm always sleeping around with attractive women
The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?
I'm Biggie Smalls, who else is there?
I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs
I used to carry guns in my Cadillac
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs
Now I sell guns from my Acura and protect my friends
Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags
I have guns stashed everywhere
Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs
I'm making money through various illegal activities with Arab people
No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical
I'm a talented rapper, there's no denying it
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals
Women, get excited and men, get ready
Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals
My lyrics contain hidden messages
Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals
I'm giving advice to my fellow criminals
I kick the rilli with my peeps all day
I hang out with my crew all the time and have fun
325's roll by with the windows down halfway
Nice cars drive by with their windows half open
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy
I'm stylish and wear designer clothes
It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie
I'm famous and so is my friend, Biggie Smalls
Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme
Women love my rapping skills
Cause they all in line screamin one more time
They want me to perform again
Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up
Women are dancing and touching each other in the club
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