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