A player only plays for so long, then he's played out
A hustler only hustles for so long, then he's hustled out
A pimp only pimps for so long and that's for life
For all the pimps I've known it's been pimp or die
A whore, a whore only whores for so long, before she's whored out
Put that on this life
To play these games on the field of life
Is a very hard game to play on
Yeah, put that on somethin'
That's so damn flossy like a trip to the tailor and the parlor
Don't even matter about the dollar
When I hit the streets the whores gon' holler
If dripping wool is gonna shine to blind
Hypnotically to the flow of my pen
It's gonna let you know that I come to peel with my whore
But somebody's gotta do it, somebody's gotta win at it
Because the game's never gonna stop
Champagne bottles gonna still be popped
Like the players at the top of their game
Like Daz, Kurupt, the Pound
Put that on this life, yeah
And a girl can give up that ass for free, for only so long
Then she's labeled a whore, might as well get paid
'Cause treasure is the pleasure that the girl sells all day
Better hit the corner, let's get La-Di-Da-Di
Pay me enough money so I can share it with everybody
Like La-Di-Da-Di, let's go and have this party
Like the Megatron Mack from the year two thousand
Yeah, we bringin' it back, we bringin' it back
Cool we
Geyeah, kick some smooth shit
