I Wanna Thank You

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

Oooo-oooo-ooooh, forget about you

Ohhh-ohh-ohh

All the hustlers

C'mon, that's right

And I KNOW .. that'll I never..

forget you

Sprinkle me mayne

Uhh, sprinkle me mayne

Ahh.. laced up by the best, check it out..

Uhh, 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

(??) where I come (??) DEAD RIGHT, twerkin over shit

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

Niggaz 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

Uhh.. 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 mayne

Lace me mayne

Lace me mayne..

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 mayne

Sprinkle me mayne

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 Benzes

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)

Uhh, yeah, that's my nogga - sprinkle thee

Paper chasin steady flowin to the dome

It ain't no place like home, oooh oooh

Pay my respects and give my contributions

to all the soldiers on the streets and in the institutions

Insti-TUTIONS {I wanna thank you, pimps and players} that's right

FO' ShaRIn yo' GaME wiTh ME

Uhh {yeahhh.. ooh ooh ooh} all the hustlers

That's so damn real

And I KNOW .. that'll I never..

{forget you} forget you

Lace me mayne, sprinkle me mayne {and that's real}

C'mon, sprinkle me mayne {yeah} that's right

Lace me mayne.. {sprinkle thee}

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

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