thank you
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I wanna thank you, pimps and players
For sharing your game with me
I wanna thank all, of the hustlers
For showing me your life, on the street
And I know, that'll I never
For-get you
Ooh-ooh-ooh, forget about you
Oh-oh-oh
All the hustlers
C'mon, that's right
And I know, that'll I never,
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man

Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can tell that the Hillside was his home
Mo' scrill than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chop suey in the bushes
Dice game, craps, puffin on Taylors drinkin' Boilermakers
M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde English
Around the clock, deuce-four-seven, three-sixty-fifth
Cause your bass rock butter, that's right twerkin' over shifts
Business boomin off the buzzer, and I'm a happy camper
Til the homey beat his bootch down for no reason with the Zenith hammer
Thangs started gettin' sloppy, dude started rollin' over
Niggas started steppin on dope and stretchin the crack synthetic yola
Turf got hot hella heads got shot on dead body soil
Po'-po's on that ass like hot baby oil
Play your cards right son everybody can have cash
But you gotta get in and out if you expect 'em to last

Uh,. pimps and players
For sharing your game with me
All the hustlers
Fo' showin' me yo' life on the streets
And I know, that'll I never
Forget you, that's real
Sprinkle me man
Lace me man
Lace me man

I was sprinkled at a young age
Laced down with Trump tight, taught by the best
Some of them still livin', some of them done been put to rest
But I was blessed, and luckily I made it out
But I must confess, I wouldn'ta made it without
The big timers, the top-hats, the tycoons
The street hustlers, the pistol packin' Daniel Boone's
That put it down and paved the way, for me to say
The things I say, and I'm proud to be straight from the Yay
To U.K. I spits this big time talkin' shit all day
Nationwide, from where I stay to where you stay
B like the Savage beast, keep yo' game creased
Stick to the rules and don't be sellin' out to no police
I always paid attention when the game was preached
Had all the street slang and the latest speech
And now I'm makin' more mail than a oil well
Up all night tryin' to get my money orders right

Uh, uh.. pimps and players (pimps and players)
For sharing your game with me
All the hustlers
C'mon (c'mon) fo' showin me yo' life on the streets
And I know that'll I never
Forget you, that's so damn real
Sprinkle me man
Sprinkle me man
Suga, sprinkle me gal
Suga, c'mon uh, sprinkle me gal

It started from my momma (yo' momma?)
Hard headed and all
She said, "Only the strong survive, Suga stay strong"
Seein' a bunch of fools, that used to ride
Smob, stay jobbin knew they was raw
Without a pot to piss in
Used to drive through the turf in them candy paint Benz's
I've run all this game that the hustlers pop
Spittin enough game to keep a notch on the jock
Now the game's the same, but the players changed
Ain't nothin but a thang, keep it real mayne
Timer timer (timer timer)
Uh, yeah, that's my nogga, sprinkle thee
Paper chasin' steady flowin' to the dome
It ain't no place like home, ooh ooh
Pay my respects and give my contributions
To all the soldiers on the streets and in the institutions

Insti-tuitions
(I wanna thank you, pimps and players) that's right
Fo' Sharin yo' game with me
Uh (yeah, ooh ooh ooh) all the hustlers
That's so damn real
And I know that'll I never
(forget you) forget you
Lace me man, sprinkle me man (and that's real)
C'mon, sprinkle me man (yeah) that's right
Lace me man (sprinkle me man)
Sprinkle me man
Lace me man
That right? Forty-water, from the C-L-I-C-K
With my sista Suga T
Lettin y'all know how we do it up in the Yay
707 415 10
That's the car I roll with




And it goes for all the hustlers nationwide
Pimpin' players, for tyin' my shoes and lacin' me up